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bad | 07

he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

TITLE: bad | 07

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: smut, romance, fluff

WORDS: 10 243

WARNINGS: mature & sexual content, profanity, dirty talk & other filth

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A/N: please beat my ass for taking over a fucking month with this. hopefully it was worth the wait tho ;). writing this killed me.


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A Babysitting Love Affair | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol.
Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?


“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”

“Alright love, thank you so much!”

I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.


The next morning

“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.

“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.

“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.

“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.

“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.

“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.

“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.

“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.

A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.

“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.

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Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)

Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.

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Imagine starts at 55 seconds.

“You guys having fun?”

The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.

“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.

Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.

Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”

A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”

Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.

“This damn bracelet is annoying.”

Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”

I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.

Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”

After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.

While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”

A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”

Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”

Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.


“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.

“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”

“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.

“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.

“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.

I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.

Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”

“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”

The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.

As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”

I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.

“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”

“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.

After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.

“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.

“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.

Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”

“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.

I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.

“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”

With a sigh, I finally decided to just give in and continue with Justin. “And if you feel your sinking….”

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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Rejuvenation Period (Or What Keith Calls Cuddling)

klance fanfic [keith and lance from voltron]

Summary: Lance and Keith are dating secretly, and after a hard day of training, Keith works up the courage to enter Lance’s bedroom. [wink wonk] 

Genre: smut [but jillian, that title sounds so fluffy, are you sure - ?] [yes. yes i’m sure.]

TW: internalized homophobia a wee bit

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 2

So here is part two of my mini Reggie fic! Depending on feedback to this part, I may be writing a third and maybe even fourth part to this. So PLEASE leave feedback in my ask or in the notes. 

Summary: (Y/N) tutoring Reggie in Chemistry, at the Mantle residence. Includes flirting, a couple of smutty references and innuendos lols etc. I won’t lie, I had to use a revision website because I don’t remember anything about chemistry lols. Plus, I’m British so I have zero understanding of American schooling. 

GIF not mine!



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An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!


“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

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BTS Reaction to You Waking Up From a Coma

Request: can you pretty please do a second part of the gf in a coma reaction, like she actually wakes up (can’t see my boys sad) even if you don’t all I want to say is thanks for all the amazing post you make 😍

Note: Thanks so much! (ಥ﹏ಥ) Plus, I didn’t get home since recently so I’ve been having real bad jet lag lol, sorry for being mia for longer than necessary! *credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ You had been under for so long that Jin was starting to lose hope, but that didn’t stop him from being at your side at all times. It was one day when he had opened the curtains to bring some light into the dimly lit room when hope had slapped him in the face in a matter of seconds. “Seokjin?” Your voice was scratchy, and when he turned to find you squinting at him, his heart was drowning in joy. He was speechless, but it was when you gave him a tired smile that had tears instantly running down his cheeks.

You were finally awake.

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Suga ➳ He was slowly forced awake once he felt a nudge on his cheek, softly getting up from your legs from where he had fallen asleep on before yawning. “That was some hibernation, do you know how many weeks have passed?” His eyes shot open, boring into your innocent ones as you stared at him lovingly. He quickly grabbed your hand to make sure you were real and hoped he wasn’t in some fucked up dream; tears prickling in the back of his eyes as he held it in, forcing a sad laugh. If only you would have known, that you were the one hibernating for so long.

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J-Hope ➳ He had food with him, walking to your hospital room with his throat swelling throughout the way. He had prayed that you wouldn’t be suddenly gone while he went out to find himself something to eat after so long, but little did he know that he was receiving something more. When he walked inside your room, closing the door behind him and plastering himself onto the seat beside your bed while releasing a sigh, he glanced towards you to find you staring at him curiously, waiting for him to say something.

But instead, he screamed in terror.

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RapMonster ➳ He was already staring at you the moment you woke up, but he was also sleep deprived. You were looking around frightened, wondering where the heck you were but when your eyes rested on him, a small smile crept on your lips. “Hey cutie.” Your voice was hoarse, and Namjoon had to slap his cheeks to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep and hoping to anything that it wasn’t some sick joke. When he realized that it was in fact not a dream, he felt a surge of emotions overtake him; looking to the ground in sadness. Finally.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jimin ➳ He froze once he heard you moan softly, his eyes widening as yours began to open slightly. He didn’t know how to react, he just..stood there with his eyebrows nearly rising to his hairline. He didn’t know what to do, and once your gaze landed on him while you blinked to see clearer — he smiled. “How was it at the other side?” He asked, trying to make a small joke out of it. When you replied with a ‘huh?’, a huge smile crawled onto his lips as he let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. Your voice was enough to restore his heart, and he felt like he was falling in love all over again.

Originally posted by yoonmin

V ➳ The moment Taehyung heard you call for him while he was about to doze off, his eyes blasted open in disbelief. “Oh my..” he muttered, and when your eyebrows furrowed cutely in confusion, he flew to your bed and embraced you into a tight hug, forgetting how fragile you were as you let out a pained yelp. “She’s awake!” He screamed in glee, pressing the nurse button as he began to squeeze you tighter to make sure you wouldn’t slip from his grasp once again. He nuzzled his face into your neck, feeling the once frigid skin feel warm and surging with life, tears clouding his vision. He was beyond happy.

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Jungkook ➳ He began to tear up once he saw you stir in your deep slumber, and when your eyes fluttered open he suddenly latched himself onto you; giving you many kisses onto your face before his hands rested on your cheeks - cupping them. “Oh god,” his voice was soft, and you were surprised to see the man in such a state. If only you knew what he had been through while you were gone, but, now none of that mattered, you were finally in his arms. “I love you so much, you know that right?” He told you, placing a peck onto your chapped lips. “So much.”

Originally posted by missbaptan


His ||Jungkook|| 0.4

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3

You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.


Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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anonymous asked:

21 with harry sounds amazing! I love you and you're account SO MUCH!!!

A/N: This was so much fun! I love Husband!Harry…Enjoy! xx

21) “Nope, no kisses until laterrrr”

Today is the day. Soon, I’ll finally be able to call myself Y/n Styles; it feels surreal. He truly is the man of my dreams and i wouldn’t want to marry anyone else.

I stand, surrounded by my bridesmaids as they all unroll the curlers from my hair. Harry’s mom, Anne is helping my Mother place my shoes; they wouldn’t let me do it because it might ruin my manicure. As much as I love having people do everything for me, I’m starting to feel a little overwhelmed with everyone running around and tugging on me. I think I need some air.

“Okay okay okay” I breathe out, swatting their hands away from my body. I take another deep breath before i stand up from the chair and head towards the door. I look back and see them all staring at me in shock. “I just need a little air” I giggle at the fact that they probably thought i was bailing on the whole wedding. I can see the girls sigh with relief and i shake my head, twisting the door knob and walking out of the room. I look down the long hallway of the beautiful venue; The walls are covered in classing Italian paintings of buildings and other incredible scenes. I navigate myself down the marble floors, trying to find the bathroom. 

 ‘wow we really did pick a good spot’ I think to myself as I look around.

Suddenly, I hear some voices in the distance and the seem to be getting closer. I turn too look down the other end of the hallway and I see two guys walking this way. I squint a little and now i can see that its my favorite person in the world.

“Harry!” I squeal. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon since the bride and groom aren’t supposed to sleep together the night before their wedding. I throw all care to the wind and run over to him as fast as I can. He hasn’t noticed me yet, as he is in the middle of a conversation with the guy next to him. I’m barefoot so i’m sure he doesn’t hear me either. My heart almost stops when i take in the way he looks. He’s already dressed in his tux with his hair somewhat tamed. He looks really good. Once i’m close enough for him to definitely hear me, I say his name again. This time he looks up and smiles as he outstretches his arms to me. I run into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He presses his face to my neck and leaves a kiss there. 

“Babe, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you getting ready?…I’m not supposed to see you, right?” He asks just about a million questions. I pull my head back and look at him, he sets me down on the floor, his face is full of concern. “I’m fine I was just headed out to the ladies room” I assure him. He nods.

“You look gorgeous” he smirks, his arms snaking their way around my hips, my own laced around his neck. I roll my eyes at him; i’m literally wearing a pink silk robe with curlers in my hair and he’s saying i look gorgeous. “You’re either being really sweet or really sarcastic, I can’t tell” i mutter. He throws his head back, laughing. “You always look beautiful, Y/n” He compliments again. He leans in to kiss me but i place my hand over his mouth, his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“kisses” He whines and pokes out his bottom lip in a very child-like way. “Nope, no kisses until later!” I laugh and push him off of me. He keeps his lips pouted but respects my wishes. “Go on then, leave me” He says, clutching his heart in, being VERY dramatic. I blow him a kiss and he acts like he catches and places it on his heart.

I feel a lot better now, he has that effect on me. I happily return to the room, looking back every once in a while to find Harry still standing there with his friend, only he’s no longer paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he watches me until I close the room door behind me.

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Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft got7 members

Word Count: 1442

Warnings: violence (this chapter goes from 1-100 real quick lmao)

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The weekend was finally over which meant I had to go back to classes and listen to boring lectures. However, I would rather go to my classes than stay at home and think about the events that happened over the weekend. I needed a distraction. Ever since the incident at the bar, I couldn’t take my mind off of Jaebum. It was something about him that seemed intriguing to my eyes. The way his fingers touched the soft skin of my waist made me yearn for more. It was a horrible feeling I wanted to get rid of because I swore to myself I would never get mixed up in any dangerous business. But my heart told me differently.

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Bonding Time Pt. 1 | Joker X Reader

  Warning: This post contains smut, daddy kink, domination and submissiveness, etc. You have been warned ;) 

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

      Jokers cold blue and deadly eyes were staring directly at me. He had no emotion shown, it was hard to read what he was thinking. With his eyes locked on my face, I felt heat run to my cheeks and knew I was blushing the darkest shade of pink. Something about the silence between us, about the atmospheric pressure going on… It was intensifying. Something was holding me back from ripping his pants down and riding him on the table, it was the line of keeping out relationship professional and being a close friend. His words interrupted my thoughts when I found myself staring directly back at him.

      “Y’know, Y/N…” he began, sitting back in his seat with the smug look still on his face. “You’re not good at hiding your ah…  feelings, are you?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, acting confused.

      “You’re smarter than you appear, Mistah J…” he laughed, slouching forward and stopping it as his face remained emotionless again, eyes fixated on mine. He let his eyes wander over my complexion and my face briefly, I watched every movement of his eyes as he did so. When our eyes connected again, it was like something sparked in my stomach. I squeezed my legs together, holding back every little thing that kept this from being unprofessional.

         “But tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he smiled mischievously. While the curvature of his lips pointed up and his lips parting to show his metallic grill, his eyes squinted but remained on me at all times. He shook his head, looking down, chuckling to himself.

         “I don’t need to tell you when the both of us already know, Doctor…”

          I cocked my eyebrow at him, curiosity at it’s peak. Then, he unexpectedly said something that made me freeze in my place.

          “Why don’t cha show daddy what you’re feeling? And if you let me out of this straight jacket, maybe I’ll cheer ya up…”

          My mouth fell open and my eyes flew open, I sat stunned and frozen at what he said. My thoughts started contradicting each other. A part of me wanted to keep our session professional, but another me wanted to suck the hell out of his dick. I looked around at the rectangle mirror, in search of nobody around us or…

         “Don’t cha worry, glass is sound proof. And the two of us <i>know</i> you need a stress reliever…”

          He smiles the same deviant, maniacal and evil smile he did just moments ago. My urges were at the edge of my skin, biting and tempting me to listen to him, to obey for just one day. It wouldn’t hurt to get a taste of…

           “C’mon babygirl…” he tempts. I stand up and reach for a key in my chest pocket and walk over to unlock his straight jacket. He runs it down his arms and shakes it off, I don’t see anything but his pale complexion and many of his tattoos on his back. I found it strange he didn’t have a shirt on, but nevertheless, I wasn’t complaining.

            He turned around and grabbed a fist full of my hair, throwing me on the table, I yelped as a reaction. He growled and lowered his body on mine, taking his free hand and running it up and down my outer left thigh. “Show daddy what he’s working with…”

             I bit my bottom lip, unable to contain myself any longer. My face felt red, and everything felt hot. When he released my hair and sat back in the chair, back against the seat, I sat up and slowly started to take everything off. First was the long, white lab coat. Next came the light blue tee I had on, revealing the black laced push-up bra I had and when my pencil skirt came off, matching underwear were now revealed as well. He growled, and when I looked at his eyes they appeared to be roaming my fair skin, I could tell his body was instantly becoming heated.

               I laid on my back against the cold table that once separated our bodies, our presence. My hands roamed my body, the breeze hitting my skin which created goosebumps and I allowed them to travel all over. My left hand paused at my breast and which I began to grope. My next hand slowly made its way down to my thigh region, he began to move in his seat and while watching his eyes, they were carefully fixated on my crotch and my hand. I rubbed my thighs, groping them as I let my left hand reach underneath my bra, where my index and middle finger connected with my nipple that was fully erect, I could only imagine it was the same with my other breast.

                Before my hand could even touch my sex, J jumped up and ripped my hand away. His beady eyes now connected with mine and I saw something underneath those icy blue eyes of his. I saw lust, and a glance of something else, something I couldn’t make out but was excited to see if he would show me. He took the hand holding my wrist and brought me up to him, where his other hand grabbed the back of my neck and flipped me over and bent me over the table. One hand eventually brought both hands behind my back and held them there, another unhooked my bra and temporarily moved my hands to take my bra completely off. I was halfway exposed to him now, the situation was stirring my body up and he was turning me on. I never knew a psychopathic clown had a… kink.

                  He growled, again. His ambitions became very clear and before I could even let out a moan, his free hand flew in the air and came down on my ass, a slap that echoed off the walls but made no effect on the outside of this room. He continued the process, and after the fifth or sixth one I only began to giggle, groaning and moaning with pleasure whenever he would slap my ass. “Oh, you like that, do ya?” I nodded, not being able to answer through my giggles. His spanking came to a pause and it was silent, my chuckles ended after a few moments. “Well you’re going to hate what I have planned for you, Doctor…”


One foot out, had a shiver running down my spine, the second foot causing a blanket of goosebumps over my skin. The exposure of cold from the sudden change in temperature - after removing myself from the warm and steamy bathroom, into Justin and I’s bedroom - had me dashing over to the bed in an attempt to warm up. 

The warm, messy bed was silky soft around my near bare body, leaving me with a satisfied sensation of emotions. With a towel draped over my small, damp figure, hair dripping slightly of disregarded water, I yelped in sudden contact as a furry warmth grazed over my leg.

Justin was oddly enough mumbling incomprehensible words beside me, to god knows who - but I chose to ignore his strange behaviour and instead twisted around to spot a fluffy little yorkie terrier sniffing around the disheveled bed sheets.

“Esther…” I spoke softly, enjoying the quiet and lazy day we had decided to encounter. Her head perked up at the sound of my voice, ears scavenging her surroundings as she slowly and lazily approached me, burying her body under my arms. 

As if just noticing Esther and I for the first time, Justin suddenly turned over and looked at Esther and I. He seemed to be looking for something for a second before he began clicking his fingers, and in a raspy, lazy voice called, “Esther, come over here - come here.”

Esther quickly dashed out of my grasp, running over to her ‘father’s’ side - who had suddenly let out a rather ungraceful yawn. It was only then I realised he was holding his phone, pointing towards her.

Not thinking much of it, I smiled down at the two before scooting closer to Justin’s side, cuddling up to his arm. With one arm draped around me, still gripping his phone, and the other petting Esther in a soothing way, he suddenly mumbled “You need a bath.” under his breath. 

My eyebrows furrowed, a small and confused smile on my face as I peered up at him. “If that was your way at telling me I smell - it wasn’t very subtle. And I literally just got out of the shower.” I rasped in a quiet tone.

Justin’s eyes flickered away from his phone towards mine, laughing slightly at my comment. “I can tell baby, which is why I wasn’t talking to you. I meant Esther.”

“Oh…” I blushed scattering off the bed. 

With a sway in my hips, I strutted over to the closet, slipping on the first pair of sweats and tank top I could find. Once returning back into the room, I noticed Justin sputtering irrelevant sentences with his phone in a rather close proximity to his face.

“’What in Gods name are you doing?” I yawned, stretching out across the bed sideways.

Justin glanced over at me but it was so quick and sudden, I honestly could of just imagined it. His free hand extended over to run his fingers through my hair as he usually would when we cuddle, soothing me to no extent.

I smiled and hummed into the bed sheets with content at the feeling, silently listening to Justin draw in and release a loud breath through his nose. All until the feeling of Justin’s hand was removed from my body, the sounds of his dog tag necklace being fumbled around with ringing through the air afterwards..

Slowly, my face lifted out of the silky sheets, only to catch sight of Justin balancing the tag on his lips, with his phone still high in his face.

“Your so weird. What the hell are you doing?” I chuckled, crawling forward. 

Justin didn’t respond, instead drawing another obnoxiously loud breath through his nostrils. Anxiously with a giggle, I turned over flat on my back, and slid my head onto Justins chest, peeking up at his phone. 

It wasn’t until I was met with a mirroring reflection of half my head peeking onto Justin’s screen in a very unattractive angle that I drew back in shock. “Oh God your live streaming.” I said in horror. 

“Yeah…” He laughed. 

“And I just put my head in the screen, I looked like a troll.”

Justin chuckled, using his hand to grip my head in an aggressive but gentle way and pulled my head down to plant a kiss on my temple while squeezing my cheeks together. I groaned in annoyance and swatted his hands away, pouting like a four year old afterwards. 

I exceeded a deep sigh, shuffling off the mattress, but not before bending down and giving Justin a warm kiss on the lips. As I stalked back towards the bathroom, deciding it was time I did something with my mess of hair, it wasn’t until Justin called out to me that an Idea had suddenly popped into my head.

“Alright I’m gonna end the stream.”

A smirk settled on my face at the realisation that we were going to be alone - completely alone in a few seconds and I couldn’t help but get a little excited at the plan brewing in my head. 

Everything was adding up.

I’m home alone. I’m having a lazy day. My boyfriend is here with me. And no one is here to interrupt. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?!

With a pimp in my step, I discontinued my trail to the bathroom and took a re-route, practically running over to the closet.

After gliding my hand along the many, many choices of clothes I had in store, I finally settled into the section where all my nightwear hung, including a nice and wide selection of Lingerie and silk slips. Something I’ve come to learn Justin is a big fan of.

It was a hard choice - deciding which to wear. There were so many choices but I was rather satisfied with the black VS one I settled on. With a few straps and a couple laces, I was fully clothed in a nice lingerie which can I just say, I looked stunning in. Actually, more like half clothed. It was rather revealing.  Perfect.

As all this was done, slight mumbling was heard outside the door from Justin. Was he on the phone. Maybe. But why was he telling jokes? And two whom?

“Why did  Adelle cross the road?” he began but I blocked out all sound after that. It was time to freshen up, not be caught up in Justin’s random questions towards whoever he was talking to. 

My hair was quickly thrown into the perfect messy bun and I was done. So simple, yet so effective.

After running my eyes over my reflection in the body length mirror, I then slowly and seductively began walking out of the closet, nestling myself on the doorway staring down at Justin who was now just glaring at his phone with an arm above his head, fingers scratching his scalp.

It was silent for a few minutes I must say before his gaze fell, and finally landed on mine, just realising I was standing there. 

And as his eyes met my figure, they instantly began bulging out of his head. Mouth opened and tongue slightly stuck out as if a puppy awaiting a nice bowl of water after a long run. Thirsty much.

I allowed my hand to glide up the frame of the door, my hip popping out to the side more giving him a better pose in the outfit. Slowly, I began excelling forward, eyes burning into the honey orbs of my boyfriend who seemed to be in shock at my surprise.

Just when my knees hit the bed, I lifted them and began crawling over to him, his eyes watching my every move with lustful orbs - awaiting my every move.

My legs swung over his body, straddling his crotch area with a smirk. 

“Like what you see?” I whispered into his ear before nibbling at the flesh of his ear lobe. 

And as if it was my voice that had snapped him out of his gaze, his body went stiff as rock, eyes almost guilt ridden as he cleared his throat in a warning manner.

“Uh….babe.” He says almost apologetically. 

“Mmm?” I hummed whilst making my way down towards his jaw.

He pulled his head back before jerking in the direction beside him. My eyes slowly worked up only to realise that Justin’s hand was hovering over us, his phone intact with an ongoing live stream displayed. 

Comments were flowing in like crazy but I couldn’t bring myself to read them. I was too busy trying to hide my flushed and embarrassed face. The palms of my hands flew over my cheeks, fingers shielding my eyes which were squeezed shut.  

I was just caught in front of thousands of people, a lot of which who were probably recording - trying to seduce my boyfriend in a revealing lingerie on camera. Great. 

A wicked chuckled escaped Justin’s lips as he grabbed a hold of the back of my head and pulled my flushed face into the vail of his chest, rubbing soothingly to calm me down. he was obviously finding this rather humourous.

I whimpered disapprovingly into his chest, and as he received the message, he smiled, leaned down to kiss my hair, then pulled back smiling up at the camera.

“Bye.” Was all he said before the screen went blank.

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simon imagine - small world

REQUESTED:  ‘Can you do a Simon imagine where you dated before he start YouTube but broke up and were is first everything and the one he wanted to marry. He still in love with you. The other sidemen beside JJ don’t know about and when you guys see each other again you’re dating another sidemen please’


I knocked on the door of the large house. There were three cars parked out the front, almost symmetrical. The house was intimidating - it was clearly home to a few people, assumedly very rich people. The guy I was dating had assured me he didn’t live here - Harry, was his name. He had told me he was a youtube entertainer, and that this house was the home of his friends, that he stayed here before making announcements and filming videos. I agreed nonchalantly whilst he had explained this. But inside, the mention of Youtube made me want to run and hide. I had had experience with a Youtuber before - Simon, my first boyfriend - and the precious website had been the end all of what we had. Ever since I stayed away from it completely. I had been lucky in the sense I was dating Simon before he got too invested, and so I had no idea of where his success had taken him, or if he had been successful at all. This also meant I never received any social media attention at all, and the entire relationship stayed a simple secret. I hoped things with Harry would hopefully go the same way - although, without all the messy break up of course.

When the door opened I came face to face with Harry. Instantly I smiled as he welcomed me in with a warm embrace.

“Y/n, you came!”

“Of course,” I smiled.

“Well, we’re gonna film a bit later but for now we’re just chilling. Come through to the kitchen you can meet the others.”

He took my jacket before taking me through to the kitchen. I smiled politely as I was confronted by four guys, all sitting and standing round a kitchen table. Sat together were two of them, one of them slightly bigger than the rest and the other beholding a distinctive beard. Stood by the fridge was a slightly smaller Indian boy in khaki shorts and a pizza patterned hoodie. Then on the other side of the room, closer to me, stood the last man, a quite muscular and broad black guy wearing a snapback and a gold chain. The one with the beard spoke first.

“Hello, you must be Harry’s girlfriend! I’m Josh.”

He stood up to come and greet me, wrapping me in a formal hug. I smiled appreciatively into his shoulder.

“I’m Y/n.”

Two of the other boys greeted themselves as Ethan and Vik, before alerting me that the guy in the beast shirt, who had left shortly to take a phone call was called JJ. I recognised the rare name. Harry took a seat from around the kitchen table, pulling me down to sit on his lap. I smiled uncomfortably at the PDA.

“So Y/n,” Ethan addressed me. “Tell us a bit about yourself, what do you do for a living, where are you from?”

“Well, I’m from Watford but living in Stratford. I’m currently training as a probation officer.”

“Oh that sounds interesting, what does that entail?” Josh asked as all the other boys watched with intrigued eyes.

“Well I went to university in Watford and studied criminology for a few years, then eventually graduated and now I’m in first year of probation training. It’s gonna take a while to properly climb through the career but it’s something I’ve always been interested in.”

At this point JJ walked in. He patted my back slightly as he took a seat around the table, as if to make up for the lack of greeting earlier without interrupting my conversation. I appreciated this - although I couldn’t shake the feeling of deja vu I felt in his presence.

“Oh criminology?” The indian boy that I knew to be Vik spoke up. “I’ve heard that’s a lot of essay writing, isn’t that what Simon did before he dropped out?”


Josh, the beard guy seemed to notice my confusion.

“Our friend, Simon. He started out doing a criminology course but didn’t like the coursework content, so he dropped out and began youtube instead. He lives here actually, JJ where’s Simon?”

“I’m here why- Y/n?”

My heart stopped as a new boy entered the kitchen. His face seemed to pale as we made eye contact. Simon. Oh my God.

“Simon? You alright mate?” Josh asked, eyebrows furrowed in subtle confusion. “This is Y/n, Harry’s girlfriend - although it seems you already know her..?”

“We met in a club once,” He interrupted, not taking his eyes off me. “That’s it.”

“Really? She shares a lot of similarities with you actually, she grew up in Watford too.”

“Small world,” he muttered. 


An uncomfortable silence reasoned throughout the room for a second before the rest of the boys continued conversation, excluding me this time. My eyes remained on Simon. He had changed significantly since we had crossed paths for the last time about four years ago. He had grown, massively, now towering over everyone. His hair was a brave shade of red, longer than it was when he was younger. Even his eyes seemed to glow brighter. He was a whole new person. Eventually he broke the eye contact. 

“JJ, can you come up to my room please?”

The guy on my right looked up from his phone.

“Um yeah, sure?”

Both boys left, and I focused my attention to the kitchen island. Holy fucking shit. What a small world.


“Dude, that’s her.” I spoke quickly to JJ as I leant against my bedroom door. “It’s…Y/n.”

“Her? What Harry’s girlfriend, yeah I know she’s hot right?” 

“No, you fucking idiot. It’s Y/n. As in, my Y/n. Only girl I’ve ever loved, Y/n.”

JJ’s eyes widened. He put his phone in the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms, sitting down onto my bed. “Oh…shit, man. Dude, you did well. She’s hot.”

“Fuck off.” I spat at Jide, who held his hands up in defence. “Yeah, shit indeed. How the fuck has this happened? Why would she do this, she must know Harry and I are friends surely? We have a fucking book together.”

“Well, unless she’s been living under a rock, yeah.”

“Fuck, she looks good,” I sighed, sitting down next to Jide on my bed. “Better than before. She looks hotter, healthier…happier. She looks happier.”

“Dude, you have to do something. This can’t happen, Harry can’t just be parading her round here when you love her. It’s not fair.”

“What the fuck can I do? He has no idea, and she’s his now. I have no rights over her, she’s allowed to do whatever she wants. Oh God.”

As my eyes welled up slightly I put my head in my hands. 

“Fuck. Good point.” 

“I love her, JJ. I really fucking love her.”

“I know you do, Simon.” He rubbed my back in encouragement, which only made me want to cry more. “We’re gonna do something okay, we have to. Maybe you should talk to her?”

I shook my head in silence. A tear rolled down my cheek and landed on my carpet, out of Jide’s eyesight. What a fucking mess. I couldn’t get rid of the image in my brain - her tiny hands resting under her chin. The natural waves in her hair. Her glossy eyes looking into mine, the shock on her face. Even the way she sat on top of Harry. That image made my fists tighten.

“Out of all the girls Harry could have chosen…it just has to be her. I never ever mentioned her, never showed anyone any photos, never talked about her in a video. But he still ends up with her.”

“I know man,” JJ sighed, hand still on my back. “It’s a small, small world bro.”

Polar Opposites (Part 2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: First Person/Reader’s
Warning: Contains swearing!!

A/N: Hi everyone! I enjoyed writing this request so much! I have used 2 quotes from 2 books/movies that I am totally in love with. The first person who can pick up those 2 quotes and tell me where they were from can get a cookie! LMAO. Anyway, enjoy everyone! I hope you have fun reading this as much as I did writing it.

Request: I was wondering if you could do a part two to Polar Opposites where Zach and Y/N meet in their late-twenties. Zach is living out his dream and Y/N is stuck being an accountant but Zach helps her to chase her own dreams?


I sat around the long table inside the conference room. It has already been 3 years since I’ve graduated from university and now, I’m already an Accounting Executive for a huge firm.

My dad was obviously ecstatic when I landed this job after just a few months of graduating. Of course I was happy too, since I made my parents proud but sometimes, I just couldn’t help but miss writing. I can’t really do those things anymore since I don’t have the time. I just wonder sometimes what my life would be like, if I went with that route instead.

“Y/N.” my boss calls for me and I turn to face him.

“Yes Mr. Smith?” I reply softly.

“We have a new client from a new firm, and the board and I have decided that you’d be the perfect person for him to talk to.” he says with a smile.

“M-me? But Sir, I’m just an Accounting Executive and I–” I reply but my boss cuts me off.

“All you have to do, is to get him to sign this contract.” he says as he hands me a black folder with the contract inside it. “If you succeed with this task, you will be promoted to Chief Finance Officer.” he adds, my eyes widen is shock and my lips form an O.

“Chief Finance Officer? CFO?” I ask bewildered.

“Yes, CFO. Why? Don’t you want to be a CFO?” he asks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mischievous grin on his face.

“No, no, I’d be honored sir! I’ll do my best to get him to sign this contract!” I say with a huge grin plastered on my face.

“Good. Alright, good afternoon everyone, meeting adjourned.” he says and the people in the room begin to disperse.

Just as I was about to leave the conference room, my boss calls out for my name once again.

“Oh Y/N!” he says while fixing a few folders on the table.

“Yes Sir?” I say as I turn to face him.

“Your first task is to meet the client; you’ll be having lunch with him at 1 o'clock today.” he says as he shuts his laptop and turns the projector off.

“Sir? 1 o'clock? That’s in 30 minutes!” I exclaim as I look at my wristwatch.

“Well, I guess you better hurry then, shouldn’t you?” he replies with the same mischievous grin on his face again and I give him a nervous chuckle.

“I’ll go ahead then sir, thank you so much for the opportunity once again.” I say as I hastily open the door and leave.

I run to my office and organize the papers on my desk quickly. I take my purse along with the black folder which had the contract in it. I was hoping that I can already get the contract signed during lunch which would make things easier for me and our firm.

I arrive at a little Thai restaurant which was hidden in the corners of town. I checked the time and it was already 1:08pm. Fuck, I thought to myself, I’m late. I make my way quickly out of the cab and straighten out my outfit just before I enter the small restaurant. I walked up to the receptionist with a smile.

“Hi! Reservation under…” I begin to ask.

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Wet dreams and Nightmares || Dan Howell

A/N: I did not forget about this request. I really liked the idea and finally got to write it after I finished my series. Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope you like this. Part TWO

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There was a soft knock on the door. It was meant for only me to hear.  

“Come in.” I said. My voice was still rough since the knocking had just woken me from my sleep.

The door opened and there she stood in only an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh. There was light coming from the hallway but as soon as she entered my room the darkness swallowed her. It took a moment for me to realise that this was real and not just a dream.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she shyly asked, wiping a strand of her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

I swallowed hard before I nodded. Seconds later she lied down on the bed next to me and I felt her cold feet touch my warm ones. I let her have half of my blanket.

“Bad dream again?” I asked as she wrapped her arm around my upper body.

It was not the first time that something like this has happened. She’d been having bad dreams a lot recently and whenever she had another nightmare she’d knock on my door and ask if she could stay in my bed. It was nothing weird for us to do. I have been sharing an apartment with her and Phil for almost a year now. We were best friends and sleep overs are not unusual for best friends. That’s at least what I have been telling myself all the time. But in reality I was weirdly used to sharing a bed with her and waking up next to Y/N now.  It was almost strange when she wasn’t there in the morning.

“Yes, that tall giant just won’t stop chasing me.” She groaned and hugged me a little bit tighter as she probably replayed her nightmare in her head again.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your bed, Dan.” She whispered. I felt her warm breath fan my naked shoulder and suddenly I realised that it was a bad idea to not wear a t-shirt and just sleep in my boxers.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s no problem.” I assured her and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the goose bumps her warm breath had caused on my naked skin.

It was true, I didn’t mind her staying over at all, but lately I started having dreams too. They weren’t nightmares but nevertheless I’d wake up sweating anyway. Those dreams made it very difficult for me to differentiate between reality and my dreams especially when she was lying in the bed next to me.  

“Goodnight, Dan.” she yawned as her eyes were falling close.

“Goodnight.” I mumbled and hugged her back before closing my eyes. Yes, we cuddled. I was always the big spoon. That was a perfectly normal thing that all friends would do. There was nothing unusual about best friends that cuddled nearly every night. That’s what I have been telling myself at least, but her body warmth and the smell of her hair was weirdly familiar to me and somehow I would always sleep better when I was sharing a bed with her.

It didn’t take long until she was sound asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. After taking a quick glance at her peaceful face I entered the land of dreams only to wake up again at 4am. I only realised that so much time had passed because the room wasn’t pitch black anymore. I didn’t know why I suddenly woke up from my dream, maybe Y/N had hit me with her elbow in her sleep. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I discovered that she was actually awake and staring at me. The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked confused, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Nothing.” She was quick to answer as a blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Are you sure because your face is telling me otherwise.” I responded, knowing that she was not telling the truth. I knew her well enough to know when she was lying.

“Did you have another bad dream?” I asked carefully, worried about her.

She slowly shook her head. “It wasn’t my dream…” she mumbled emphasizing the ‘my’.

My eyes widened in shook. “Wait a second. I- uhm I.“ I stuttered the images of the dream I just had floating back into my mind.

It was the kind of dream I’ve been talking about earlier. While Y/N suffered from nightmares I was having wet dreams. During the day I tried to convince myself that we were just friends, but during the night my mind wasn’t in denial anymore. My ears became red from embarrassment.

“You talked in your sleep.” Y/N told me, hiding her face behind her hair.

‘Please let this be a dream.’ I pleaded but after I blinked a few times the scenery in front of me hadn’t changed.

There was a lot of moaning happening in my dream and I wondered if I maybe even moaned her name. I was too embarrassed to ask her, but the look on her face gave away the answer to my unasked question anyway.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again. I just- I don’t even know.” I waffled awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s no big deal, Dan. One can’t control one’s dreams, right? Let’s just go back to sleep and forget about it.” Y/n suggested.

I quickly agreed, flipped my pillow to the cool side and closed my eyes again. It was obviously an impossibility that I would be able to fall asleep again after moaning my best friend’s name in my sleep while she was in the bed next to me. It was even worse that this was not the first time that I had dreamed of her sexually. Let’s forget about it. I wish I could forget about it. I wish I could look at her the same way I look at all of my other friends. I wish I could say that cuddling with her didn’t mean anything to me. I wish I could stop remembering every detail about her and getting excited whenever I spend time with her. I wish I could stop wishing for her to come over in the middle of the night just because I didn’t want to sleep without her anymore. I just couldn’t.

“Y/N?” I carefully asked to check of she was still awake.

“Yes, Dan.” She immediately answered to my surprise. It almost looked like she couldn’t sleep anymore either.

“Do we have to forget about it?” I asked her and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest.

She turned around so she could face me and lifted her body up on her elbow.

“Dan, what do you mean?” she wanted to know, confused by my words that were not making any sense to her.

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?”

My question was followed by a long pause. Maybe the silence wasn’t actually that long, but it sure seemed like an eternity to me.

“Wait. Dan..” she seemed almost speechless.

I was about to hold a speech about how I know that my confession was a bit sudden and that I have been catching myself thinking about her all the time, but she was the first to say something again.

“Are you serious?” she wanted to know and looked at me intensively.

“One hundred percent.” I assured her, wondering where this was going.

“Then I might have a confession to make also.” She bit her bottom lip nervously before she continued.

“After I had the first nightmare and you let me sleep over, I faked having those bad dreams just so I could come over and cuddle with you.”

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part One}

Author’s Note: Thanks to @celestial-writing for looking this over for me! Some of you probably won’t understand what I’m talking about when working the pipeline, since I asked my dad, who’s a farmer (who’s also Mr. Holmes c; ) but I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Originally posted by sakurawinchester-blog

Stiles’ POV

“Well, Stiles you’ve totally made a mistake to work here for the ENTIRE summer.” I say to myself, groaning as I dragging pig feed across the grass. I stop for a minute to wipe the sweat of my face, looking up at the sun. “I don’t know how people do this.” I complain, the sweat making my shirt stick to my body, grabbing the bag hurling it across my shoulder. I stumble into the heifer barn, hearing the moo’s and oinks from the animals. I slam the feed against the ground as I take out the pocket knife Mr. Holmes let me borrow, cutting the string off the top of the bag. I pour some of it into the trough then mixing water with it. I lock the gate the pigs are held in as they dig into it, some pigs being more aggressive than others. “Aye, be nice piggies.” I mumble, heading back out. I lean against the wall, slamming my head off of it lightly. “This sucks. God, this fucking sucks.” I groan, hating this job already. So far today I’ve had to help clean the barn, which consists of shoveling manure and while Mr. Holmes went to go spread it I broke down hay bales for the cows, then he showed me how to use a tractor and work the harrower, so I can prep some of the land for cutting hay, and now I just fed pigs. I never thought I’d ever do this in my life and I never want to, ever. I heard whistling and looked up to see a girl my age, bringing the cows in from the field. Holy cow. I groan at the irony before looking back at her again. I gulp slightly, her eyes meeting mine and she gives me a small smile and a wave. I return the wave and once she’s out of sight I tell myself, “Alright, maybe it’s not so bad.” I head into the barn, watching all the cows come in and head into a stall. I connect the chain to the numbers around their neck, so they stay in place. After locking another one in I walk towards the next, only to run into somebody.

“I-I’m so sorry.” The person says and I look up, seeing the same girl.

“O-Oh it’s okay.” I stutter, my cheeks flushed, “I should’ve watched where I was going.” I chuckle, seeing her smile before giggling.

“We haven’t actually met yet. I’m Y/N.” She puts out her hand for me to shake. I take it, feeling how soft her hand is and shakes it.

“Stiles.” I was about to ask her how long she’s worked here when Mr. Holmes’ cut me off.

“I see you’ve finally met my daughter, Stiles.” He smiles patting her shoulder as he continues locking the cows up, getting ready to milk.

“S-She’s your daughter, sir?” I ask, my lips parting.

“Yup. Also, please just call me Mike.” He tells me, heading into the milk house.

“You seem to be in shock that I’m his daughter.” Y/N giggles, pushing the hay up towards the cows with her feet.

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I just didn’t see it coming.” I tell her, rubbing my hand on my neck, looking around. She chuckles as she walks by my, our shoulders brushing and my eyes flutter shut.

“Yeah, people are usually surprised. I don’t know why, because I’m not that special, but yeah.” I look over at her to see her eyes already on me. We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like minutes, but in reality it’s seconds.

“Well, I disagree with that statement.” I tell her and she parts her lips in surprise. “I think it’s absolutely wonderful that you help your family out on the farm. Not a lot of kids these days would volunteer for this kind of work.” Her cheeks redden at what I’ve said and looks away quickly.

“N-No one’s ever said something like that to me before.” She whispers, looking up at me through her lashes, a small smile appearing on those beautiful pink lips. I smile at her as I walk past her, heading into the milk house where Mike was.

“Need some help?” I ask and he nods his head. I gather the milk machines, walking out and down the aisle towards the back of the barn, hooking them on the pipeline. “So, how do you do this exactly?” I ask, looking over to Mike.

“Alright, you connect the tube to this,” he brings the tube up to the metal pep caulk, connecting it together. “Then, you turn this valve handle down before placing the machine on their teats and basically when milk no longer comes out is when you take it off.” He explains, putting the machine on the cow in front of me, nodding my head before going to a cow a couple feet down from him. I bend over, cleaning the teats with hot water and soap, praying that this cow doesn’t kick me. I place the machine on the teats and watch as it sucks the milk out.

“Having fun?” I jump, turning around seeing Y/N watching me.

“Oh yeah. So much fun, wanna join in?” I chuckle, standing up, throwing the washcloth into the empty bucket.

“Oh man, as much as I’d love to, I have to feed the babies.” She giggles placing a hand on my arm before walking away with two buckets that are filled with milk. Her touch lingers on my arm as I get back to work.

Later that night…

My phone rings and I pick it up, seeing my dad calling me. I answer, holding the phone against my ear, “Hey dad.”

“Hey, Stiles. How’d your first day go?” He asks me as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Uhm, good. I kinda hated it at first but I think I’m kinda getting used to it.” I say, thinking of when I first saw Y/N, a smile forming on my face.

“That’s good. What made you change your mind about it?” My dad chuckles and I run my fingers through my hair.

“Well, uh, t-they have a daughter who also helps and she’s really sweet. Kind of cute as well.” I chuckle, a blush forming on my cheeks.

“Oh, I see now.” He laughs. “Have you talked to the girl?”

“Y-Yeah. A few times.” I tell him, groaning a little, knowing what he’s trying to do.

“You think something will happen between the two of you?” He prods further.

“I-I don’t know, maybe. I’m not even somewhat sure. She’s so out of my league. She’s got reddish hair that glows in the sunlight and looks really soft, beautiful hazel eyes that sometimes change colors from green to brown, and her lips, man her lips look so soft. Oh my god what am I doing? That’s embarrassing.” I laugh, holding my head in my hands, hearing my dad chuckle some more.

“It’s alright, you should be able to talk to me about this stuff Stiles, but I do have to go. Duty calls.” My dad tells me and I bid him goodnight before we hang up. I put my phone on the charger and my ears perk up as I hear the front door shut. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion, wondering who could be up in the middle of the night. I open the front door, stepping outside, seeing a figure sit on the bed of the truck, looking up at the sky. I get closer to them and realize that it’s Y/N.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask and she jumps, placing a hand over her heart.

“Oh my god, Stiles. You scared the crap out of me.” She laughs, looking over at me. “I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep.” I hop up, sitting next to her, out palms brushing slightly. We sit in silence for a few minutes before she speaks up. “So, where do you live? Nearby?”

“Beacon Hills. Do you know where that is?” I ask, looking over at her.

“Yeah, my aunt lives there. I think I’ve only been there once though.” She replies, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at me without removing her head and I nod at her.

“Y-Yeah, you’re fine.” I stutter, looking up at the sky. “Man, I’ve never actually took the time to look up at the sky.”

“You don’t stargaze at home?” She asks, feeling her eyes on the side of my face.

“No, I never have time do. Um, my friends and I deal with a lot of stuff that I’m so exhausted by the time night comes.” I slightly lie, looking down at her. “Honestly, I’m glad I took this job. I’ve been so stressed about stuff lately that I’m drilling myself into the ground.”

“Well, I’m kinda glad you took the job as well. Being in the country and away from other people can be quite relaxing.” She smiles, shivering slightly.

“Are you cold?” I ask, slipping my red zip up hoodie off.

“O-Oh, Stiles. I couldn’t.” She denied, removing her head from my shoulder.

“Cmon, Y/N. Just take the hoodie, please.” I place the hoodie over her shoulders, giving her a warm smile. She returns my smile and places her head back on my shoulder.

“Tell me about yourself?” She asked. I hesitate, but end up telling her my life story. We talk about almost everything, especially Star Wars. “I should really get to bed.” She yawns, getting off the edge of the truck bed, as I follow her back inside. We walk down the hallway and when we get in front of her bedroom door, she stops and turns towards me. “Thanks for talking to me tonight. You’re a really cool person and you have a great personality. I bid you a goodnight.” She places a small kiss to my cheek before entering her room, closing the door. I stare off into space, my hand lifting to my cheek, where her lips just were, a lopsided grin on my face. I walk into the room I’m staying in, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling thinking of all the possibilities that could happen with Y/N. This girl… is incredible.