pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: smut
word count: 1.1k
drabble prompt: seeing the other dressed up + “No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead. We don’t have the time for sex.”
a/n: I may or may not have gotten a little carried away…

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Thursdays [Part 1]


Originally posted by sopeachenemy

Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader

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A/N: I’ve been feeling very… strange lately. I don’t really know how to explain it - like empty, kind of sad, okay at the same time? But anyway, that’s not important. I haven’t written in forever and I am severely inspired by Thomas Brodie Sangster’s new photographs from the Boys By Girls Magazine so here’s a little dabble, it was supposed to be a one shot but i’m getting tired and it felt right to end it where it did for now but I’m hoping to continue it (I’m scared that i wont find the time though huhu) Oh, and for the purposes of this I’m just going to ignore that TBS is filming the Death Cure at the moment lol, I hope I’m not too rusty on writing lol and more so, I hope you enjoy !!

The smell of new magazines were never really your favourite. It was this strong, almost rusty smell that punched you right in the nostrils when you pull back the plastic it had been encased in. Sure, when it was just one new magazine it was okay but the girth of the amount of glossy papers you had in your hands counted in a pile of eight. The stench was far from pleasant and this was what? The fifth bundle of new magazines you were placing in the cafe?

A sigh escapes you as you gathered the magazines and tapped their bases on the table to fix them properly before placing them face up on the table. The magazine at the very top of the pile had a masthead that read “Boys By Girls” with a photograph of a dashing young man with long chestnut hair slicked back, alluring dark eyes, toned arms peeking out from a black sleeveless top that was accented with red, and a crooked almost-smile on his lips.

“Ah? Finally fancy one of us English folk?” an accented voice teased as it passed behind you.

You straightened up immediately, eyes wide as they found your always teasing coworker who you were happy to call as not only your new best friend but also your flat mate. “I was just admiring the layout!” you defended as you followed her towards the front of the cafe.

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Fic: Close Quarters

Summary: Blaine is visiting his friend,Tina, at Brown for the weekend, a reprieve from his new New York City home and the competitiveness of NYADA. He expected a fun reunion. He didn’t expect he’d be playing her boyfriend. Or that her roommate, Kurt, would uncover their ruse in the middle of the night. After tripping over him. Literally. Kurt of the long legs and designer jeans and sparkling eyes. Kurt of the sophomore year. Kurt who has a boyfriend. Kurt who is auditioning for NYADA?

But Blaine is a freshman. And hasn’t had a boyfriend. And you never get a second chance to make a first impression.

Based on this prompt.

Words: 4771

Note: I may or may not have left it open for a sequel…But I may need to be convinced…

Close Quarters

“How did you guys meet?” Tina’s new college friends asked the night Blaine arrived. That question was easy. High school.

“How are you guys managing the long distance?” Oh well, you know, we skype pretty often.

“Do you like New York?”  Love it. Lima just wasn’t big enough for me. Not enough people. I love the diversity. I love the theatre. I even love the noise. 

“So I guess Tina’s planning to move to New York then? I mean, long term?” Blaine purses his lips and turns to Tina.

“Oh for sure,” Tina smiles and grits her teeth. “We’ve got to figure it out, though. Right, Blaine?”

This is ridiculous.

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Mind Games

Author- @skepticalstilinski

Characters- Void!Stiles x Reader

Words-  3174


A/N- I finally finished my fanfic! Oh my god! Thank you so much @villain-void for showing me that insta edit of Void!Stiles, you are literally so awesome, ilysm!! This fanfic is for @villain-void - she inspired me so hard to publish this fanfic, GODD THANK YOU D!!! LOVVVE YOUU!!

Song Choice- Right Here by Chase Atlantic (their songs today are so fucking good, plus the song goes so well with this fanfic!!) hope you enjoy this fanfics and more are going to come xx!

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Stood Up

This was a gift for @vivilove-jonsa for her birthday, and then I decided it fit today’s theme for the @jonsa-creatives summer challenge. So, without further ado… 

Jon hated blind dates. Hated them. Sometimes, he’d think he’d rather set himself on fire than go on one, and that was saying something considering he was a firefighter. Why he’d let Sam and Gilly talk him into this was beyond him. He was awkward at best with people, but stick him in this kind of situation and it was like he forgot how to form words. It was just that his mind would go a mile a minute, wanting to fill the silence, but nothing would actually pass through his lips.

So, now here he was in a fancy restaurant that Gilly had told him was her friend’s favorite and oh, fuck. Did he remember her name? Elizabeth? Beth? … Jennifer?

Okay, yeah, he was dressed up in a black suit sitting at a table that made him feel like a giant, and he was wondering how long it’d take before he spilled something on the cream-colored tablecloth or sent his sparkling silverware to tumble to the floor.

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Best "Friends" Forever

Title: Best “Friends” Forever

Pairing(s): Ethan x Demisexual!Reader

Request: Ethan x demisexual reader?? With gender neutral pronouns plz and thx

Warning(s): none really :) (demisexual Reader and they/them pronouns)

Summary: The reader and Ethan have been close friends since they were very young. What happens when friendship turns into a relationship, especially when the reader has been hiding a secret for some time now.

A/N: I myself do not identify as demisexual, which means if explanations are off I’m very sorry. I have done a lil bit of research to have a better grasp on demisexuality as a whole. I again apologize if anything is out of line or strays too far from what demisexual individuals experience/feel. I hope you like it anon, and that I did it just a lil justice! Enjoy the fic!! ^^


You and Ethan had met in the third grade. There was a group of boys who picked on you at the time. The day you met him they pushed you into the mud and laughed when you ran inside crying. You hadn’t looked where you were going, causing you to bump into Ethan. You smacked your head into his, knocking both of you over. You went to the bathroom to try to clean yourself up, Ethan waited outside with an oversized hoodie for you to wear over your wet clothes. And you’ve been friends ever since, you’re so close that everyone has always assumed you’re already dating.

You have always liked Ethan, but it’s more complex than that. You’ve been hiding something from Ethan since you had discovered what it means to be demisexual. He knows that you prefer they/them pronouns, but he doesn’t know that sexual attraction for you only comes from a strong bond you have with someone. Knowing you’re demisexual now explains a lot about all of the relationships you’ve had in the past, there was nothing there as far as physical attraction.

That’s what makes Ethan so different. You feel both romantic and physical attraction to him, you love him. He’s the first person you’ve ever felt that way about, so it has to mean something. You decide that if you don’t act on it now, there’s a chance you never will. You muster all of the courage you have and grab your phone, texting Ethan to see if he wants to go on a walk with you for fun. Of course he says yes, he loves getting out of the house and going somewhere with his favorite person in the world! You smile sheepishly at the words he puts on your screen, practically leaping to your closet to find something nice to wear. You eventually settle for a pair of black jeans, a sleeveless gray top and sneakers. You take the time to fix up your Y/H/C hair so it looks less like you’ve just rolled out of bed at 7:30 at night, not that you were complaining about it.

You meet Ethan outside of his apartment, opting to just walk around for a while and maybe get some food later. Who doesn’t love a lil adventure? “Hey Eth, can I ask you something?” You say while walking through a lamp-lit park.

“Shoot.” He says with a finger gun motion in your direction.

“If you had, like, feelings for someone,” you swallow thickly “you’d tell me right? Like you’d ask me for advice or whatever?”

“Well yea, you’re my best friend Y/N.”

“Ethan can we stop for a sec?” You say as you sit down on a wooden bench beside a lamp, it’s light causing your shadow to stretch out along the concrete.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He sighs as he sits beside you and casually rests his arm on the back of the bench behind you. You start to feel nervous and dizzy. It’s almost like you can’t breathe, the fact he’s so close isn’t helping. You hope that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. You breathe in and out shakily as you turn to look at him, he’s visibly very worried about you.

“Ethan, I-I… what’s the point…” a tear rolls down your face as you hand your head and turn away from him “there’s no way for me to make you understand…” you sigh and stand up, trying to just out-walk your problems.

“Y/N.” he grabs your hand gently and holds you back from walking away.

“I never told you why all of my past relationships ended with me being dumped.” You sniffle and walk back to him. Ethan’s hand still has a hold of yours.

“Okay. Is that what this is about then? I know you don’t like rehashing the past much, are you sure? I just don’t under-”

“I’m demisexual” you cut in sharply, all you can see through tear-brimmed eyes is Ethan’s confused expression. “I don’t feel any sexual attraction to someone without having a strong connection to them.”

“Oh… I-”

“Just listen for a sec, okay?” He nods, his hand still clasped onto yours. “Ethan, I love you. You’re my best friend and I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I do you. You’re the first person I’ve ever really felt this way about before.” You blush when you see him smiling like and idiot.

“All you had to say was that you think I’m hot.” He says jokingly while wiggling his eyebrows. You laugh and pull him into a loving embrace, burying your face into his neck.

“Shut up Eth.” You mutter with a deeper blush on your cheeks and now neck. He tilts your head toward him, and leans in to kiss your cheek sweetly, peppering kisses along your jaw until he gets near your lips.

“Hey Y/N, would it be alright if I kissed you?” He asks with a dopey smile and red cheeks.

“You could’ve just said you thought I was hot, Ethan.” He rolls his eyes and you smile into the chaste kiss you share, he smiles too.

Nothing Better - A Roman Reigns Story - Part 2

A romantic honeymoon on the beautiful Big Island of Hawaii should usually consist of sun, fun, and no drama whatsoever. Hopefully the newlyweds got the memo. Mini-sequel to ‘Into The Deep End’. Two-shot. Roman Reigns/OC

Comments are greatly appreciated!


After the drama at wakeboarding, the couple decided to end their day on a much quieter note. They stopped by a local market so that Sasha could purchase souvenirs for T.K., Mia and Pam’s daughter Imani, and then retreated to their sanctuary for the rest of the evening. The final day of their honeymoon began on a high, with Sasha waking up to Joe’s face buried between her thighs. In turn, he was rewarded with arguably the best blow job he’d ever received in his life. A shared shower afterwards, breakfast overlooking the lagoon, and another highly enjoyable make-out session in the Jacuzzi, was followed by one final lazy lounge under the sun, letting time idly tick by until dinnertime arrived again.

Sasha appeared in her husband’s line of sight. “Ready, babe?”

This was probably the most daring of the endless convoy of heart-stopping dresses. Skin-tight and sleeveless, black lace from top to hemline, her black thong visible underneath. Virtually the entire length of her back was exposed; the neckline was slashed open all the way down to her pierced navel, her ample breasts pushed together by thin strands of black tightly crisscrossed over her chest. Very little was left to the imagination. Nah. Tonight, he was standing his ground. She couldn’t keep doing this to him, torturing him and making him lose his self-control every time he set his eyes on her. It had to end somewhere.

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Only Let Me Look At You

{jun + reader}

jun got a little over protective over you

“Are you cold?” jun asked as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you felt his warmth against your skin.

“Babe, this is the 5th time you’re asking me if I’m cold. What’s wrong?” you asked and looked at him with concern.

You were wearing a black cami crop top with high waisted shorts and sneakers, and you didn’t bring a jacket along because the weather was hot. Your boyfriend, jun, wore a black sleeveless tank top that showed his tanned skin and biceps. He had a jacket hung over his shoulder, just in case he was cold; but rather, he just wanted to cover you up. Jun didn’t fancy the idea of you wearing too revealing clothing because other guys would take second glances at you and he didn’t want other men to be looking at you, and that explains why he kept asking if you were cold so he could let you wear his jacket.

“Guys are staring at you.” jun pouted, his arm not leaving your waist.


“And I don’t want them to stare at my girlfriend. Only I can look at you.” he whined.

You let out a laugh and he stared at you and asked what was so funny about other guys looking at his girl.

“Hey wen junhui, do you not notice that girls are looking at you as well?” you raised a brow and teased.

“Well, how would I know that when all I’m looking at is you, you, and only you?” jun smirked.

You rolled your eyes dramatically at his greasiness and continued, “but seriously though, you have girls checking you out but I ain’t complaining. Look. you’re wearing a sleevless tank top, everyone can see everything.” you folded your arms and pretended to be mad.

Jun looked away and kept silent because he realised that he was attracting attention as well, and he shouldn’t restrain you from wearing what you want, since you didn’t restrain him. You saw him biting his lower lip and looking down, and you found him so cute at that moment.

“Give me.” you said, sticking your hand out to him.

“What?” your action made him raised his head and he asked in confusion.

“Your jacket. Let me wear it.”

“Why..? You aren’t even cold.”

“Just give it to me.” you said and took his jacket without waiting for him to reply.

You wore his jacket and it draped onto you loosely and perfectly, and it matched your outfit.

“Are you happy now?” you smiled.

“Babe, you don’t have to do this…” jun said and his eyes softened.

“I was just joking, I’m not mad or anything.” you let out a giggle and wrapped your arms around his. “I really like you in sleeveless tops by the way.” you continued.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or tease.“

Tig Trager || Chibs Telford - This Life |1|

Riding down highway 88 and into the small town of Charming California was something she had missed. She grew up here most of her life and after moving back down south to New Mexico was hard given the fact that she was raised most of her life here.

Riding on the 93’ slick black Harley Davidson she kept about five above the speed limit. Enjoying the wind whipping around her medium length dark brunet hair. Her eyes blue as the ocean kept focused on the road.

Her return was less than a happy one however.

Her father had been running guns and hadn’t paid off the police with the proper agreed upon amount. Things went south and he and his guys wound up in jail.

Fifteen years minium.

So once she found out she called Gemma. Gemma being her aunt through marriage asked her up here to stay. There was nothing left for her down South and Gemma didn’t want her down there alone.

Pulling around the corner and into the TM parking lot she parked her bike across from the lineup and shut it off. Pulling the helmet off her head and putting it on the back of the bike she fixed up her helmet hair. Looking through her large sunglasses she seen Gemma walking out of the office door and headed her way.

“Aunt Gem!”

“Clara, hey baby.”

Gemma said in the loving embrace. Clara chuckled and held her aunt for a moment before they parted. Gemma looked at her plus sized niece and just smiled.

“Seems like you’ve lost some weight baby? How you been?”

She asked noticing that her niece wasn’t as pudgy as before but still big. The only difference was she was curvy now, like a pare.

“Yeah, been working out. Dad let me do some heavy lifting with the club. Had to make sure I could keep up.”

She told her with a smile. Gemma just smiled back as she looked at her once little girl.

“Clay and the rest of the guys are inside. They’ll be happy to see you.”

She told Clara as she turned her and walked her back to the club with her arm wrapped around her nieces waist.

Walking into the club the first thing Clara noticed was a Prospect behind the bar that eyed her when she came inside with Gemma.

“That’s Half-Sac. Don’t ask him how he got his name, he’s all too quick to show people.”

Clara chuckled at Gemma’s face and tone.

“Yeah, I’ll remember that Gem.”

Walking over to the bar Clara took a seat and Gemma stood there beside her at the end. Half-Sac came walking down to the end of the bar.


He said with an unsure tone. Clara looked at him and smiled. Holding her hand out to the young man he looked at it slightly confused.

“Clara Morrow.”

She greeted. Half-Sac’s eyes widdened for a moment before he looked at Gemma for a moment to make sure it was okay firsr to touch her apparently.

“Half-Sac. Can I - uh - can I get you something?”

He asked trying to not make an ass of himself in front of Gemma with the girl who just shook his hand.

“Whisky on the rocks.”

She said causing Half-Sac to nod and dissappear back over to do his bartensing duties.

As Clara looked over at Gemma she seen the woman lighting a cigarette. The two made eye contact before she lit it.

“You okay with me smoking?”

She asked making sure before she lit it. Clara shrugged.

“I haven’t had an asthma attack since I was sixteen. That was eight years ago. I think I’ll be okay.”

She told Gemma causing the woman to light her smoke and took a long drag from it.

Clara adjusted her blue Jean shorts pulling them down a bit more to cover more of her legs. Then moving to adjusting her black sleeveless top. Moving it about to where her breasts didn’t show as much as they did before due to the size being DD and they tended to pull the top down with the weight of them.

About the time Half-Sac walked back with her drink the doors to the chapel opened.

“Well, get ready for your uncle to throw a huge SAMCRO welcome home party.”

Gemma chuckled when she seen Clay’s large grin as he seen his niece.

For Asgard (Chapter 13/?)

As of recently, you have been having this one reoccurring dream. Nightmare, actually. In it, you’re floating in total darkness. Even the faintest of light is nowhere to be seen. And other than feeling a little cold, it’s not all that bad.

Until you start to hear the screams.

Screams, yells, hollers. All with the same undertone of terror and panic coming at you from every direction. You can’t see anyone but they grow louder until their shrieks are right beside you, then finally inside your head. It’s earsplitting and you try to cover your ears but the attempts are useless. The heartbreaking cries continue to torment you until you yourself are screaming and crying along with them…

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Just A Holy Fool

I was wondering if you could possibly write an imagine where reader is Lady Gagas backup dancer for Judas and Norman starts to notice this girl and eventually asks her out near the end of the shoot? I think he’s pretty hot on the music video 😍

I kinda wanna make a part 2 out of this…or a full series out of this…Norman is adorable and I love this one shot haha! Let me know what you think!

It wasn’t exactly thrilling waking up at four in the morning to get to set but then again it was definitely thrilling to be in Lady Gaga’s new music video. Sure, you were just a backup dancer but you would be showing everyone you knew this video for years to come. And there was an added bonus. An actor from that new TV show, The Walking Dead would be in it. You hadn’t had much of a chance to watch it since you were too busy constantly working but you knew Norman Reedus from other movies and TV shows he’d done in the past. However, it was important that you didn’t get star struck and make a fool out of yourself. If you had any plans at all of making it in this industry, you had to play it cool with everyone you met even if they were huge stars.

The warm coffee was doing nothing to wake you up as you arrived on set, your backpack heavy on your tired shoulders. The sun wasn’t even up yet. You loved your job but god, getting up at four o’clock in the morning was rough sometimes.

You were taken to the make-up trailers where dozens of backup dancers and extras were getting their make-up and hair done and a majority of them were looking much more energized than you did right now.

“Morning!” one of the make-up artists exclaimed cheerfully, “My name’s Gayle. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, “Sorry you don’t get a more chipper person to slap some make-up on.”

“I know it’s early but it’ll be a really fun shoot,” Gayle replied. The two of you made small talk while she fixed your hair and applied your make-up and halfway through, the coffee kicked in and you were much more awake now, laughing with Gayle and the other extras. You were ready to get going and give it your best.

Once Gayle was finished, you got up and headed for wardrobe. You walked a little quicker and held your head up higher now that you were fully awake. As you opened the door to exit the trailer, you bumped into a firm body, which knocked you back more than it knocked the other person back.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, a tight grip on the stranger’s forearm to keep your balance. You looked up to look at who you just bumped into and now had a hold of their arm and you were stunned at the pair of dark blue eyes staring back at you, “Oh shit…you’re…”

“Yeah, I’m Norman,” he chuckled, patting your hand that was still holding onto his arm. He gave you a warm smile, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Uh, yeah…yeah totally,” you replied, pulling away from Norman’s arm and folding your hands behind your back, “Seriously sorry about that. I’m like half awake today and I’m on my way to wardrobe and all that and I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s fine,” Norman said, “I’ll see you a little later, alright?”

“Sure,” you said, stepping to the side so Norman could go into the make-up trailer, sitting in the chair you had just been sitting in for the last hour. Once you got to wardrobe, they put you in a black sleeveless crop top and black leather pants with a tan scarf, boots, and a headband to match. Finding out you’d be dancing almost right next to Lady Gaga was exciting but also made you a little anxious. What if you screwed up the moves? It was one thing to make a mistake but to make it in front of someone as big as Lady Gaga would be humiliating.

They had started off with a scene that you wouldn’t be in but you got to stand behind the cameras and watch Lady Gaga and the other dancers move gracefully and perfectly. She looked stunning in a red bra with white crosses on each cup and red underwear to match with a sheer red sheet draped over her backside and red booties. The dirt flew up and spread through the air as she and the other dancers danced around, lifting their feet and swaying their hips.

You turned to get a look at all the players involved with the behind the scenes action and caught Norman off to the side staring at you. They’d given him a leather jacket with an unbuttoned shirt underneath, a pair of gloves in his hand. Once he’d been noticed, he quickly turned away, clearing his throat as he put the gloves on, his cheeks quickly turning red.

It took a few takes to get the scenes finished and Lady Gaga was whisked away to change into her wardrobe. Your heart raced as you and the others were gathered together to prepare and practice for your scenes. You wiggled your arms and rolled your neck back and forth.

“I can do this,” you whispered to yourself.

“Hey,” Norman’s voice came from behind you and you jumped, letting out a squeal. He pulled back a little and laughed, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s okay,” you said, “I’m just a little jumpy.”

“Good luck,” he said, “Don’t be nervous. You’ll do great.”

“You’re sweet,” you replied. Norman beamed and hurriedly walked away to let you finish stretching and mentally preparing yourself. Lady Gaga came back out a few minutes later, switching from an all red outfit to all black. A black bra with a white cross on each cup, a leather jacket, and black underwear with stockings and boots going up to her thighs with a blue bandana wrapped around her forehead.

You were placed at her right and that made you sweat a little. She offered a warm smile and friendly words of encouragement and that made it a little easier to relax but you still needed to focus. The music blared and you followed the rhythm easily, more and more at ease the longer you danced. Norman was standing directly across from you, arms folded across his chest watching you. His expression was extremely difficult to read. Was he impressed? Or were you just screwing up? Regardless, you did multiple takes of the scene until the director was satisfied with what you all had done and you all took a break so Lady Gaga could make yet another costume change.

You were standing with some of the other extras having lunch when you were again approached by Norman, his leather jacket removed but the shirt he had on underneath was still unbuttoned which gave you an even better view of his chest. You tried not to stare too much as the other extras scurried away in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, Y/N,” Norman said, “I hope I haven’t bothered you too much today.”

“You? Bother me?” you laughed, “No way. What’s up?”

“You know we’ve got some scenes together, right?” Norman said.

Fighting the blush in your cheeks was absolutely pointless but that didn’t stop you from trying, “No, I had no idea.”

“Should be fun,” he said, “By the way, you were really good out there. Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“Years and years of practice,” you said with a chuckle, “I didn’t know you thought I was good. You looked so serious like I was fucking up or something.”

“No, you were amazing,” Norman said, “You were the best out there.”

“Oh stop,” you said, “I’m not that good.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Norman said. He looked down at his phone and started walking away, “Well, I should get something to eat real quick before we have to start up again. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Sure,” you said. It was silly to be this enamored with Norman as you were but you figured you wouldn’t see him again after this shoot was over so a tiny crush wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? You could survive these next few days.

Admittedly, it was a little more complicated than you’d thought on the first day. Over the next week, you watched Norman performing his scenes. Even though his scenes were simple with no actual speaking parts, there was something powerful about his movements and facial expressions. You could watch it all day. Every now and then during his scenes, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. But why would someone like him have any interest in a nobody like you?

The last day brought on the scenes Norman had mentioned that you two would be in together. Norman had one arm wrapped around your shoulder and another arm wrapped around another girl’s shoulder. You were supposed to dance around, throwing your head back and forth, which made Norman and the other girl jostle as he pulled her back and buried his face in the hollow of her throat while she closed her eyes. It sent shivers up your spine watching him with the intensely hungry look in his blue eyes. The girl had gushed about it after the scene was over, telling you how soft his lips had been against her skin and you were burning with jealousy. Again, it was just plain silly to be this jealous. But you couldn’t help yourself. Why couldn’t you be that girl he kissed?

And then came that last scene. You didn’t even know it was happening until the director explained it to you. It would finally be you. Of course, Norman wasn’t going to kiss you like he had the other girl but you would be a lot closer to him than the other girl was. She was a nice girl but you still took it as a small victory.

“Here we go,” you mumbled, “Last day of the shoot. Kinda bummed. Made a lot of friends here.”

“Yeah,” Norman agreed. He opened his mouth to add onto his comment but was interrupted by the director shouting. The music started up and Norman shifted into character, one hand grabbing your arm as you rolled your hips in small circular motions. He stared deeply into your eyes, moving his hand down your cheek to hold onto your shoulder as you lowered a bit and then came back up. Being in his strong arms, standing inches from him, feeling his warmth radiating from his body. You were almost tempted to ruin it and kiss him but you resisted the urged. The scene was still repeated a few times until you got it the way the director wanted it. Norman letting go of you left you empty and disappointed.

“You did great,” Norman said, “Looks like that’s the end of that.”

“Thanks,” you said, “You were great too. Well…guess we should get outta here.”

You pulled the headband off your head and started to walk away. Norman was standing there for a while, ashamed of his hesitance to say anything to you. And you were shocked to realize that your heart was broken, knowing you would never see that handsome man again after today.

With your sunglasses shielding your eyes and a hat covering your sweaty hair, you threw your backpack on over your shoulder and left your trailer for the last time to drive home and move on to the next job. Finishing with this job was sadder than any other job you’d done before. And it was all because of one man.

You pressed the unlock button on your car but that same voice that made your heart skip a few beats stopped you yet again, “Wait! Y/N! Wait a second!”

Turning around, you saw Norman running towards you, waving his arm over his head. He’d changed into his street clothes, his black t-shirt clinging to every muscle and his pants hanging loosely off his small hips.

“What’s up?” you said, “Did I forget something?”

“No, no not at all,” Norman said, “I just wanted to ask you something and I knew I’d regret it if I let you leave without asking.”

“What is it?”

“I was just…we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well these past few days,” Norman began, “And I really wanna see you again outside of work. Do you think you’d wanna go out with me sometime? Coffee or dinner or ya know whatever.”

“Dinner sounds great,” you said. Making a bold move, you grabbed his hand and leaned in, placing a kiss on his scruffy cheek. Norman smiled and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose nervously.

“Sounds great,” he said, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, squeezing Norman’s hand as you opened your car door, “I can’t wait, Norman.”

Tempted to make a part 2 ;)

Halloween Jealousy

Game: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Jaehee Kang x MC /
Basically: An adorable, Jealous Jaehee

MC decided to dress up as a cat for Halloween. Jaehee thinks her friend is cute at first, but when certain comments on how Jumin might like it are made… well, let’s just say Jaehee realizes certain feelings that demand to be acted upon.

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day six; moment you read too much into // dee wearing charlie’s jacket

“So,” Dee says once Mac is out of earshot, walking ahead in front of her and Charlie. “Sarah asked you to prom, uh?”

“Yeah, I guess she did. That guy asked you too,” Charlie says, more of a statement than a question.

They’re walking towards the bar, the cold morning air biting at their skin. It’s early; early enough that none of the kids caught them sneaking out of that house. However, it’s also early enough that the sun is barely out, making the streets colder without the warmth of the Philly sun.

Dee regrets her outfit of the night before; the little sleeveless black top, cropped at the bottom and opened at the back. She tries to act cool though, her arms crossed to try and stay warm, but she can’t help the occasional shivers going through her.

“Yeah, but I don’t know Charlie. I’m not sure it’s such a great idea to go to prom with these kids. Isn’t it a bit creepy?”

Charlie shrugs. “I don’t know.  We could ditch them once we’re there and just hang out together and dance in our fancy clothes,” His eyes widens then as if he just remembered something. “It could be like chaponing them!”

“Chaponing?” Dee repeats, incredulous. Her teeth begin clattering, so she tries to keep her mouth shut.

“Yeah, you know. When adults attend those events and make sure everything is going fine,” he explains. “Chaponing.”

“Charlie,” Dee sighs, a little cloud of cold smoke coming out her mouth. “Do you mean chaperoning?”

Charlie rolls his eyes. “Chaponing, chaperoning; you got what I meant.”

Dee chuckles then, rubbing her hands a little on her arms. “God, Charlie. You’re an idiot.”

The bar is still a couple of blocks away, but Dee isn’t sure if she can make it there without dying of hypothermia. Although, she thinks maybe her hangover might kill her first.

“Are you okay? You look a little cold,” Charlie says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look at her.

“Yes, I’m cold Charlie. I’ve got the smallest piece of tissue barely covering me, and it’s freezing outside. Can we please get going?”

Charlie doesn’t answer. Instead, he slips his jacket off and hands it over to Dee.

“Here, take it,” he says, standing behind Dee so she can slide her arms into the sleeve.

It smells disgusting, like stale beer and cat food, but it’s warm and comfortable, and Dee lets a little moan as she starts to feel the warmth enveloping her.

“Thanks, Charlie,” she tells him and moves to walk closer to him, trying to share a little of her warmth.

“So, you and me? Prom, chaperones; you on?” he asks her. Dee’s been asked to prom twice her in life: back in high school and recently with Tray. She can’t help but feel like this is a prom proposal too, and it warms her up inside even more than the jacket.

“Sure,” she agrees. “Why not?”

Thank you anon for writing this for us!

Warning: smut
I’m not sure what I was doing there. Then again, I wasn’t sure what my job was anymore. But all I knew was I wanted him beyond belief.
I sat backstage, watching the screen. His sweat dripped down his body as his body moved fluidly and strong arms made precise movements and flexed most deliciously. I gulped unconsciously, feeling my mouth go dry. Lee Donghae would be the death of me.
The music made the floor throb along with the screaming fans outside, admiring the exact same person I was. I was supposed to be writing a report on every performance Super Junior had and soon I’d be completing my second year working with them. I knew most of them well enough. But Lee Donghae was a different story. Not that it meant mixing business and pleasure, but every time I saw him, I wouldn’t mind at all.
I shook my head, ignoring the strange sensations between my legs and continued looking at the screen. It was almost over. I scribbled down some more notes before tossing myself on the couch in front of the screen and pressed my thighs together, feeling a little ashamed of myself for thinking such thoughts of a person who thought of me as a friend. I took a deep breath, calming myself down as the show came to a close and the backstage crew around me erupted into action. Everything buzzed around me as I sat on the couch staring at the scrawled mess on the notepad. My hair was ruffled by Siwon and my shoulder poked by Sungmin. Crew and members shifted all around in an attempt to clear out as groupies poured in to the cramped area, instantly throwing themselves at the members. I cringed before standing up. I knew exactly how this would work; there would be an after party with a whole lot of alcohol and many drunken mistakes would be made and I wasn’t intent on it. If I was going to make any mistakes, it was going to be when I’m completely sober.
My attempts to leave were halted by a grasp on my wrist.
“And where do you think you’re going?” A charming smile was thrown at me.
“You know exactly where I’m going, Donghae.” I grinned back, releasing my wrist from his grasp and prodding him, ignoring the thudding of my heart and the uncomfortable feeling increasing. He looked a little too perfect in a sleeveless black button top and black jeans. He slipped the gloves off his hands and tossed them to one side. His bangs were plastered to his forehead and the remnants of whatever sweat he hadn’t managed to wipe off made his skin glisten, his pretty pink lips quirked upwards in a smile that could make anybody swoon. I fought the urge to jump on him right there.
“You could just join us for a bit.“
I shook my head and started looking for my bag as everyone began clearing out, some already drunk, some ready to lose their minds to the intoxicant. Finally spotting the black tote, I reached for it and slung it over my shoulder. I walked down the dark corridor towards the exit only to hear footsteps following me. I ignored them, assuming it was a member of the crew, until an all too familiar grip on my wrist tugged me back and pushed me against the wall of the badly whitewashed corridor. I gasped and looked up at those soul-sucking eyes that held a whole new emotion in them. Something feral.
“You,” He whispered, leaning closer. “For two years, I’ve watched you. I’ve waited to tell you how much I want you. I can’t wait anymore.” His breath fanned over my face as I stared at him, confused, inhaling his musky scent. He whispered my name and I whispered his name back as he pressed me further into the wall.
“I want you so bad.”
I cursed inwardly for letting my mouth speak before my brain, but Donghaes’s pupil’s dilated as his tongue ran over his lips before moving his hand to behind my neck and pulling me up for a soul-stealing kiss. I thought I was dreaming as it grew heated. I tugged at the hairs on the nape of his neck, making him groan into the kiss. His hands slid down and grabbed me by the butt, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our tongues tangled ferociously, making me whimper as he delicately sucked on tongue, his throbbing heat grinding against me.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He gasped out as we pulled apart for air.
“Because…I…didn’t want to…”
I cut myself off when his lips caressed my neck, making me shiver and my head fall back. His tongue trailed along the side of my neck and sucked on my earlobe.
”…ruin things.”
“You’ve made me wait two years.” He nipped at the skin below my ear as I groaned out, feeling the heat between our skin. “I won’t go easy on you.”
Enough talking. Tugging his hair, I pulled him into another desperate and sloppy kiss. His hands slipped under my t-shirt and splayed over my overheated skin. I shivered as my every nerve lit up and tingled. We unconsciously ground against each other wildly as he walked into the dressing room before kicking the door shut. His strong arms flexed as his fingers dug deliciously into my thighs, making me groan and cup his cheeks. One hand slid up my side, pulling my t-shirt off, while another caressed the exposed skin.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he whispered as the bulge in his pants pressed against my wet core. I threw my head back in a weak moan and fisted on the material of his clothing. His lips, teeth and tongue abused my neck, littering it with purple marks of pure pleasure.
“Donghae, put me down.”
He unwillingly followed my orders. With one grip on the outfit he still kept on, I tore it off, watching the buttons fly across the room and pulling it off his tanned, sculpted torso. I shrugged my t-shirt off before attaching my lips to his Adam’s apple, feeling the vibrations of his moans against them. I nibbled down his collarbone as he squeezed my butt with his large hands. My hand palmed at his growing bulge making him moan out my name louder and I trailed my tongue down his torso, savouring the salty skin and the ridges of his abs. His moans and groans were music to my ears. His hands slipped behind my back and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts from their cage as I fumbled with the button of his pants. His large palms encased my breasts and massaged them, making me groan out and yank his pants down violently. I sank down to my knees because my body couldn’t hold me up anymore.
“Beautiful,“ he whispered, caressing the side of my face and tugging my hair out of its confines of a ponytail and watching it spill over my shoulders and forehead with lust-filled eyes. My fingers trailed along the waistband of his briefs as his eyes widened and he groaned at the thought of what was to happen next. Freeing his cock from the tight briefs, I kissed the swollen tip before wrapping my hand around his cock, pumping it slowly before spreading my lips over the tip and steadily sucking my way down it. The precum oozed down my throat as the veins throbbed against my tongue. A strangled groan and fingers tugging hard at my hair indicated what I was doing was perfect as I began to bob my head and pump what didn’t fit in my mouth, my other hand snaking its way to cup at his balls, stimulating him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He moaned and thrust into my mouth, making me gag before pulling out.
“I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a week,” he growled, reattaching his lips with mine and groping and grabbing at my breasts, tweaking the perky erect nipples as lewd sounds escaped my lips before they got muffled by his. His hands unbuttoned my shorts and yanked them down along with my panties before his fingers ran up my wetness, pinching at the swollen skin between my folds.
“Donghae,” I groaned, bucking my hips against his fingers in an attempt to go get more friction where I needed it the most.
“So wet,“ he whispered, surveying my heaving body with sparkling eyes as his thumb circled my clit, making me jerk. He slowly leaned me back onto the carpeted floor before thrusting a finger in. I cried out, raking my fingers down his back as he leaned down and captured the sensitive nub between his lips and added another finger in, pumping rapidly as I whined, whimpered and thrashed against the carpet.
“Donghae! Fuck me now!” I screamed as he sucked harder, the boiling pit in my stomach erupted for the first time in the night. He looked into my eyes, his lips covered with my juices. Something about that look on his cum-covered face was so erotic I moaned at the very sight of it. His pink tongue trailed over his lips before raising his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. I bucked violently against him, signalling him to take me.
“You’re so beautiful, but so impatient.” He grinned, before rolling off and pulling out a foil packet from his jeans, tearing it open and rolling the rubber over himself. Hovering over me, he latched his lips to my right nipple and thrust in without warning, sheathing himself in my wet tightness. I moaned at the stimulation and clenched against him as he abused my breasts, gripping hard at my hips and slowly pulling out and thrusting back in.
“Move, please,” I whimpered, raking my nails down his back as he groaned onto my skin, mumbling about the tightness. He obeyed, picking up the pace, raising my legs over his shoulders and hitting the spot that made me see stars. My mouth hung open as he rammed into me, harder and harder, faster and faster. I screamed his name out when he moaned mine, gripping so hard onto my hips that crescent-shaped marks marred my skin. We moved so in synch, body against body, sweat mingling, fluids combining, voicing reaching pitches we never knew we could reach.
“I-I’m…” he choked as I clenched tightly around him, sensing my impending orgasm before pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss. I exploded, moaning into the kiss as his grip on my hips tightened and he stalled, rutting wildly before throwing his head back and groaning out my name. He collapsed on me and we shifted into a more comfortable position. Once he recovered his breath, he tossed the condom into the trash and wrapped his arms around my tired body.
“Donghae,” I whispered.
“This isn’t a one-time thing is it?” I panted, looking into his eyes.
“Never. My intention was to ask you out, but my urges got to me. As did yours,” he chuckled, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Good. How about that after party?” I asked, feeling my chest lighten. Donghae smiled and caressed my cheek.
“I have mine right here.”
Touchy Feely - Neymar

“(Y/N)! C'mon, we’re hungry!” Neymar called from the dining room, impatient. “I’m coming!” You yelled back, grabbing a beer from the fridge before heading out the kitchen. 

David, Thiago and Oscar sat next to each other while Neyamr and Dani sat opposite them, all waiting for you to join the table. “Sup, guys,” You slid into your chair next to Neymar. “Is there beer left in the fridge?” David asked, ready to leave his chair before you stop  him. “No, but we can share mine if you want?” He nodded his head, a shy smile on his face, causing you to giggle before passing him the glass bottle. 

“Baby, pass me the salt, will ya?” Neymar nudged you. You give him the salt and return to your food quietly while everyone engages in conversation. You weren’t in a mood to socialize with anyone today, mostly keeping to yourself, but every know and then David would start a conversation with you and you felt it would be rude to cut him short. He even cracks a joke every now and then to get you to laugh so you weren’t complaining.

Little did you know Neymar was getting quiet annoyed that he wasn’t the one getting your full, undivided attention. He kept glancing at you very now and then, hoping you’d look back but you barely notice his eyes burning holes through your head. 

So, to grab your attention, Neymar slid his hand up your thigh really slowly. At first, you didn’t budge, but then, Neymar placed his thumb over your vagina and started rubbing you very slowly through the cloth. 

You snapped your head in his direction, cocking your eyebrows at him in a challenging manner. He shot you a smirk before applying pressure to your sensitive area, making it extremely hard for you to hold back a whimper. 

Quick enough, you grabbed the half empty beer bottle and chugged down the right amount, almost chocking over the liquid once Neymar started circling your clit. 

He lowered his hand back to your thigh teasingly, and once you looked back at him he was innocently stabbing at his potato. 

“You look pretty today, (Y/N).” David complemented, shooting you an adorable smile. “Why thank you,” You grinned, looking down on your grey sweatpants and sleeveless black top that hung against your chest, showing of just the right cleavage. All of a sudden Neymar’s hand was back to its previous possession, applying a tremendous amount of pressure. “Ah!” You hissed, only to cover it up by coughing loudly. 

“Are you okay?” Oscar glanced at you, a worried expression on his face.

“Yeah it’s just my throat,” You lied, pushing Neymar’s hand off aggressively. “Ney, can I see you in the kitchen, please?” You shot him a painted smile, leaving without awaiting his answer.

“Yeah, babe?” He asked, shoving his hands down his pocket as he smiled at you innocently. You sighed, shooting him a glare. “Stop being cheeky.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” He trailed off, walking closer to you. He backed you up against a wall and pecked your lips softly before dipping his head down your neck. “Neymar-” You begin to protest only to have him shush you.

Neymar plants a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of your neck before he starts sucking and biting. You entangle your fingers within his hair, not thinking straight, before you realize what he’s trying to do. “Stop,” You hiss, pushing him off. Neymar chuckles, backing away. “As you wish.” He grins.

You two make your way back into the dining room and take your seats again.

It doesn’t take long for the guys to notice the hickey on your neck and they begin to tease you about it.