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zach dempsey: wet t-shirt

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Just sweet, cheeky Zach Dempsey

Word Count: 299

Gif: @joeck

At Kat’s going away party, she introduced you and Hannah to the famous Justin Foley and charming Zach Dempsey. You knew of Justin and Zach, as they knew some about you. You had Zach in your marine science freshman year. He was top of the class, which aside from the stereotypes is remarkable.

“Sorry boys, can’t have you in Hannah’s house soaking wet,” Kat denied.

“C’mon, it’s not a party without us!” Zach stated.

You caught Zach’s glance, but turned away from him.

“Dry off,” Kat waved them off.

You went out to the backyard, seeing Foley and Zach, still drenched, slurping out of red solos.

“Imma change,” Zach stated. He faced you as he slid pass you. His faded cologne intoxicating you. His hand grasped yours and led you to a bathroom.

He shut the door behind the two of you, pressing you against the door. His chest centimeters away from your face, you closed your eyes and took a breath.

“I missed you,” you exhaled. A small chuckle escaped his throat.

His hair tickled your cheek when you felt his lips meet your shoulder. “I missed you more.”

You wrapped your arms behind his neck, holding him for a hug. To physically have him there meant the world to you. He held your short stature close to him, taking in everything about you. Your skin, your scent, your hair- all of you.

His arms stayed around your waist. Not falling below, not creeping higher. Just around your waist. He was always gentle with you and never pushed your limits.

When you parted, you realized your shirt had become wet as well. You could vaguely, but surely see the lacy texture of your bra. You crossed your arms, covering yourself.

“What is this?” Zach smirked. “A wet t-shirt contest?”

He was great. We shared many great moments. Our physical connection was never in question. He kissed me within an hour of meeting me and I let him. I thought that it could be a great story that we tell other people one day, not knowing that maybe moving too fast doomed us from the start. Our emotional connection, on the other hand, is something that I always questioned. The only time he allowed me a glimpse into his heart is at three in the morning, when we would talk all night, not needing sleep, only each other, even though he has to be up at eight for work. I feel him smiling against my face. His heart beating against my chest. His thumbs caressing my fingers. His hand rubbing my bare back. These are the little moments that I will keep close to me. These are the moments before everything good about us slipped away.


He was charming and confident and he created an environment where I felt safe to grow. He taught me many things about life and I will always care for him in that sense. And although my relationship with him was exhilarating, there was a dark and twisted side that was always lurking.He was able to flash a smile at me and charmed me into changing my morals for him. To the point where I slid down the door, holding onto my chest, the part where the heart is, and questioned if I am still me. He was able to use his confidence to make me feel small and less than him, to the point where I made excuses to my friends for the ways he treated me. He used my need to feel alive to suck the innocence and what little naivety I had left.


And the more nights we spent together, the colder I felt. The more he withdraw, the more I needed his warmth. It was a sick relationship based on my fear of spending my nights alone and his fear of commitment and missing out on everything life has to offer did not make things easier. 


Of course it hurts to see things changed. Of course it hurts to remember all of the tender moments we had. And of course, my heart breaks every time I compare the beginning to now. I will never understand how someone wakes up one day and decides that they don’t care anymore. He used to pull me closer to him during the middle of the night to kiss my forehead. Now all he does is cowered me into the corner and throw words at me, that he claims he does not mean the next day. And I hate myself for never having the strength to leave him in that moment. So I lay down in the same bed next to him, facing the opposite direction, leaving inches between us. And I hate myself for still wanting his arms around me.

—  He trapped me in the environment he created and it took me a while to find my way out of the maze. And sometimes, I wonder if I am really out.
like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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Broke My Dream

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4442 - sorry not sorry blame @a-sea-of-fandoms

Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint

A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!

You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting now.

Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.

You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair, the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.

A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.

You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.

“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed. “And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed, your cheeks flushing pink.

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Elevator Love

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Theo and (Y/N) can’t stand each other; Theo sees (Y/N) as a preppy princess that can’t do no wrong and all (Y/N) sees in Theo is a bad boy destined for trouble. 

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/N: Smut warning!

Originally posted by bonniebird

“Hey Melissa.” You greeted the brunette woman who was sitting behind the nurse’s station. You walked by her to the elevator, slowing down when you noticed Theo Raeken at the end of the corridor. You stood beside him, shoulders up straight and a glowering expression on your face.

“(Y/N).” He noted, standing next to you, his hands resting behind his back. You ignored him and waited for the elevator door to open. You hated him with a burning passion; his sly expression, his desirable voice, his deep eyes, his brown perfectly cut hair – everything about this ignorant person created a fire inside you that you tried to ignore. He wasn’t worth your time ever since he tried to kill your friend.

The elevator made a noise before the doors opening, you stood to the side as people left and walked into the now empty space which was once occupied by nurses and doctors. You pressed the button to the third floor whilst Theo pressed for the fifth – you wondered who he was going to visit.

Theo spared a glance at you, “Still holding a grunge against me?” He questioned, an amused look twinkling in his eyes. You forced yourself to turn your head to look at him; glaring at him, a look that could kill. “I still remember that night,” “Don’t.” You snapped, a furious tone lacing your words. “What?” You tensed when you felt his body right behind you, “You don’t think I’d forget you moaning my name, do you?” He whispered seductively into your ear, kissing just behind it. You spun around, your hand finding his throat and you pushed him up against the wall. “Don’t you dare.” You growled, your eyes glowing gold.

The lights flickered on the ceiling, and the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Your anger slowly faded and you stepped away from Theo, looking at the dial above the door. You were stuck between the second and third floor, the arrow flicking. “What’s going on?” You asked, a nervously bubbling forming inside your throat. This space was far too small for the pair of you.

Theo pressed the emergency button, “Hello?” A woman’s voice sounded on the other side of the speaker. “I’m stuck in the elevator just below the third floor. It suddenly stopped.” His voice was calm and collected, his eyes never left yours whilst he was talking to the lady. “Okay, sir. I’ll get help as soon as possible.” Theo thanked the lady before sitting down on his bottom, “Get comfortable,” He sighed, “Who knows how long we’ll be here for.”

You stared at him with disgust, sitting as far as possible away from him. You checked your phone, realizing you had no signal. “Do you mind?” You snapped, causing Theo to laugh but his gaze never leaving your figure. His eyes lightening up, he sat up straighter. “What happened to you?” He snapped back, “You used to be so carefree.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “You used me, Theo, what do you think happened to me?” He shook his head, not believing what you were saying. “I never used you, (Y/N). I did feel something between us.” You scoffed, before going back to ignoring him.

He sighed before grabbing your ankle and pulling you over to him. “What do you…” You didn’t get to finish your question, Theo’s lips covered yours and he placed his hand on the back of your neck so that you couldn’t pull away. You moaned into the kiss, biting his lip hard making him pull away to wipe the blood. “What the fuck?” He shouted, anger filling his eyes. “Don’t fucking kiss me.” You snarled, “You don’t get to do that again.” You continued, standing up and holding your ground. He followed your lead, standing a few inches taller than you.

“Look, when I fucked you that night; I meant everything I said,” You scoffed, listening to his vulgar speech, “Stop. Let me talk. I let my power control me, I wanted power but I wanted you more. I wasn’t thinking about you when I was trying to kill Scott or when I left Malia for dead – it was only after I fucked up that I realized I may have lost you.” You stared at him, scoffing and shaking your head. “You can’t just waltz back into our lives and expect everything to be back to normal.” You mused, and he nodding understandingly, “But I’m willing to make it up to you.” He warned, grasping your hips and pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you crashed into his chest, looking up to him. “Please let me show you that I’ve changed.” He whispered, his hand caressing your cheek.

He leaned down, planting his lips against yours again but this time with less force. You melted into his form, your lip licking his bottom lip beginning for it to get deeper. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he backed you up to the door of the still stuck elevator. His hands travelled down your figure, feeling every curve and memorizing them. His knees buckled slightly, as he kissed down your neck to your collarbone to the curve of your breasts; biting and sucking making you moan with the sensation.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” He whispered, he stood up straight but you turned him forcefully so that he was the one trapped between you and the door. “Shut up,” You snarled, unbuckling his belt to his jeans. He gasped when your hand travelled along his waist band and entered his jocks, feeling his member throbbing for you. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, his head falling back; his eyes squinting shut. You moved your hand up and down his length, flicking the top making him jerk. You sucked along his neck, feeling the veins between your teeth.

He grabbed your waist as you started pumping faster, and he removed your hand from his jocks, pushing them down fully to his ankles; his cock bouncing to freedom. You gasped as he grabbed your waist and threw your body to the door; your chest squished between him and the door, his chest was pressed up against your back. You felt him ride your skirt up your back, his cock smacking against your arse. “Do you want this?” He whispered into your ear, you nodded eagerly begging him for release. He lined his cock perfectly to your entrance and slid in slowly. “Fuck, you’re soaking.” He muttered under his breath, you bit your lip to suppress a scream as he slid his full length into you, “Bend over more,” He demanded, and you followed his orders.

He placed his manly hands on your bare skin causing goosebumps to rise all over you as he trudged himself into you harder, pounding deeper every time you let out a moan. You clenched your core around him, feeling extremely excited. He was the last person to see you in this fragile state, the last person to make you feel this good. He pinched your butt cheeks hard, as he pumped in and out of you – getting faster as he was coming to his high. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, bending over your figure, kissing your shoulder blade.

“I’m gonna…” You started but couldn’t finish as Theo pounded right into your soft spot causing you to scream and release yourself all over his cock. “Fuck,” He muttered, pumping harder before you felt his dick twitch inside you; indicating that he finished. He pulled out, and you stood up straight, stretching your back slightly.

You coughed nervously, breathing heavily. “Emmm…” You didn’t know what to say or look as Theo fixed his jeans and belt. “Come here,” He whispered, reaching up to flatten your hair down. “Thanks,” You muttered, moving to stand on the other side of the lift.

“(Y/N)…” He began but the lift’s light switched on, causing your eyes to go wide. The dial began to move again, and you felt relieved. The elevator stopped on the third floor, and you smiled at Theo, “Eh, I’ll see you around.” You rushed out of the elevator, leaving a love-struck yet very confused Theo leaning against the wall.

{PART 12} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After the best and worst day of your life to date, you find yourself back at Jungkook’s Manor. You hope your first night there will be a quiet and uneventful one; but Jungkook has other ideas in mind.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1}// {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


The devil was once an angel - a beings who’s sole purpose was peace and love. He held the grace of heaven in his hands and the love of God carefully sewn into his skin by a master seamstress. But one day he grew jealous, the sin in the form of an emotion plagued him. He aimed his heart towards this jealousy and lurched in it, losing himself. The thread in his countenance unwound and the needle grew dull. He had lost his grace. He fell from his family, being crowned the king of despair and agony, becoming the utter essence of hatred that grew in him, becoming the nature of his still beating heart. He had lost it to the desire to be worshiped, and granted himself, henchmen. 

And so he was given a new name, a name that has only been uttered from a dead man’s lips. What a cold pale purple they hold, the cracks running down the skin as they shiver out the name. “Min Yoongi”

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DUFF (CHAPTER 4)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Chapter 4

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”




It only takes 10 minutes to get to my house but it’s feeling like 10 hours. First of all, being in Yoongi’s car is enough to make me nauseous. Second, the fact that Yoongi was right here next to me made me almost pass out.

 The drive has been completely quiet, the only noise coming from the radio and even that could barely be heard. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. 

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Sick Day

This is for @rowanismybae who is super sick and I can’t take care of her from so far away so this is the best I can do. Hope you feel better soon Milly!

Rowaelin - super fluff


Of course. The day of the ball - the huge party for Lysandra’s birthday that Aelin has been planning for months - of course she had to wake up sick. Rowan had told her. He had tried warning her that the stress of the planning and the countless hours of making invitations would lead to her body breaking down. Aelin had just been hoping it would happen after the celebration.

She knew it the moment she woke up, before she had even opened her eyes. Her throat stuck when she tried to swallow, and her chest tightened every time she took a breath. Queen Aelin is sick, but there is no way she is letting her King know. Today is not the day for ‘I told you so’s.

So, Aelin cracks open her tired and most likely bloodshot eyes, squinting against the harsh light coming in from the window. She stifles a groan as she sits up, her limbs feeling heavy. Standing on wobbly legs, Aelin attempts to walk towards the closet. Perhaps if she can get dressed and out of their chambers before Rowan wake up, he won’t find out about her dreadful state. Through sheer willpower and stubbornness, Aelin is sure she can make it through the day.

Sniffling the whole way, Aelin makes it to her closet, picking an outfit that will not cinch her already tight chest, or hinder her stumbling legs. Looking down at herself, Aelin sighs. It’s not the most queenly thing she could be wearing, but it’ll do until she needs to get ready for the party.

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Sequence [i]

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

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chanyeol x reader
genre: angst
word count: 4.8k

PROLOGUE:

01.13.17

His hands were rigid and stiff as he stared down at them, the muscles within the joints working uncomfortable hard to flex at the bend of the knuckles but failing. The air nipped relentlessly at his skin as he cursed himself for neglecting the gloves you’d mailed him so many months before, palms rubbing together with a deep sigh as he let his head drop backwards, his neck protruding from beneath the thick scarf surrounding it.

The metal adorning his left ring finger rolled around the skin with ease as he toyed with it subconsciously, the band itself managing a temperature even colder than the numb skin around it, a fitting comparison to the way the ring had lost value long before this moment. His eyes skimmed every face inevitably as they passed him, the feeling of guilt eating him alive, every pair of eyes feeling as if they were boring into him and digging out every secret he’d ever had.

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Just for Tonight (Jongin)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Words: 1497

A/N: This is the longest imagine I’ve ever written and I’m so proud of myself. I got this idea after reading some quote off of some blog that I couldn’t find again, but it stuck with me so I decided to write an imagine about it.

Summary: You and Jongin have broken up, but Jongin shows up at your door at 3 am saying he has a meeting tomorrow and can’t sleep without you.

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Imagine you wear a pair of high heels for the first time since you and Shawn have been dating and he just looses it. You usually wore flats or sneakers when you went out. Heels just weren’t that comfortable for you and you never could walk in them properly with their pointed little heels. The heels you buy are super comfortable, cushy soles,  and just the right height so that you weren’t wobbling like a drunk giraffe. You put them on and head out to the living room of Shawn’s condo. Your heels click…click…click the whole way down the wood floored hallway. When you stop in front of the coffee table and look at shawn where he’s standing, buttoning his shirt cuffs, you flush deep red. Shawn has that look on his face. The one he usually reserved for when he was seriously around and feeling very in control. His lips are quirked up into a little smirk, his eyes were dark, scanning over every inch of you. A thrill of excitement and arousal washes over you. You loved when he looked like this, so in charge, so bossy…so…dominant. “Babe,” he says and takes a step toward you, “I’m not sure if we’re going to make it to the party with you in those heels.”

You look down at the strappy black heels. So he liked them. Perfect. “I’m sure we will.” You turn and walk toward the front door. Shawn follows and pins you against the door, chest pressed against your back. “I’m not sure if I can keep my hands off you. Those heels are driving me crazy,” he says and slides one hand up your thigh and under your dress hem. He slides his hand around your front, up your stomach and back down. His fingers dips past the waistband of your lacy panties and you let out a gasp as he rubs at your clit. “So wet for me already.” He bites at the back of your neck. “How bout we say something came up. I really want to strip you down to just those heels and make you scream my name.” That was it, you were gone, pressing yourself back against him while he slid his hand further into your panties, one hand coming up around your throat while he walked you back to the couch. He was going to do whatever he wanted with you and you were going to let him.  

Forelsket - Part 3

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Word Count - 2.6k-ish

Warnings - Language, Mentions of sex

Forelsket -  (Norwegian) That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone

A/N - I’m so torn on the boys! Soulmates are a powerful force, but then there’s the basically perfect bf. UGH! Please, please let me know what you guys think!

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Steve’s apartment wasn’t anything like you were expecting, it was different from the typical college student digs. There was a familiar vibe to the neat space, it almost felt like home. Red and blue accents littered the rooms, mixing with the dark wood floors and comfy looking furniture. An apple-cinnamon smell lingered in the air along with a scent that was exclusively “Steve”. You were so tired that it was starting to feel like you’d dreamed the place up, it felt like a fantasy.

“You sure about this?” Steve cocked a brow, watching you yawn for the nth time since leaving Silver Spoon.

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