go away with your perfect face

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“Open your mouth. Wider.” 

“Face down, ass up. This is how I want you.” 

“Get down bitch, lick my come up off the ground.” 

“You can barely take three fingers…why don’t we try four?” 

“See? You can’t move at all, you’re completely under my control.” 

“I love it when the binds leave bruises on your skin.” 

“On your knees, slut. Stay where I put you.” 

“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to…” 

“Does it bother you that you can’t see me? Good. You’ll never know what’s coming.” 

“Mh, every time I hit you, you tighten down on me…” 

“Count them out, if you mess up once, I’m starting over.”

“Oh, you look so frustrated…I’m not stopping, though. You’ll come when I say you can.” 

“Look at me, slut. I want to see your face when I fuck you into the bed.” 

“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry.” 

“Go on, you said you could get away from me. You lose, pet.” 

“You like when I choke you?” 

“Look at all these marks on you…does it feel good?” 

“Uh-uh, swallow. All of it.” 

“You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.” 

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk.”

“Oh, are you sensitive here? What a perfect spot to torture.”

Thor Ragnarok/Loki imagines - I see you

Originally posted by thortunes

AN: I’m really going back to my roots here. Marvel was always what I wrote most and what I started this page with. Thor Ragnarok makes me feel really old as I look back on the many years I’ve been writing fan fiction. Loki is and will always be my main first love. Thor Ragnarok may not have been as serious as previous Thor Movies but I still adored it and Loki stole my heart like he does every time he’s on the screen. I came up with this mid movie and I couldn’t pull my phone out to write the idea down so thank god I remembered it. Also, some of the dialogue between Thor and Loki is not word for word, it’s just what I remember.

I might turn this into a series where I start from the first Thor then lead the story up to Ragnarok. Tell me your thoughts on this. 

Summary: You have always been Loki’s rock and when Hela comes for Asgard, Loki wants to go back for you but won’t admit that. You are see-er and that meant you could see where Loki is at all times, but when you can’t, you start to panic. 

Pairing(s): Loki x reader

Word count: 1,106

Warnings: Spoilers. 

When Heimdall was exiled from the city, you chose to go with him. You had seeing powers much like he did however yours differed in a way that Heimdall found interesting. 

He was your mentor and when Odin banished him, you had to go with him as he was like a father to you. 

However, this meant leaving Loki behind. 

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Over and Over

Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.

Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)

Word Count: 1600ish

A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO


Dean’s moving at just the right pace.

It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.

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Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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anonymous asked:

do you have a fave sterek fic at the moment? I'm just looking for a rec :) I'm not picky, any trusty ol' faves?

hmm…i can definitely rec you some of my faves! i need to read some new fics bc i feel like i rec the same ones lol but i love them so i love reccing them :D 

here are some random faves in no particular order:

holding your own weight (circus au, historical au)

between men and lions (college au, secret relationship, coming out)

john hughes did not direct my life (hs au, childhood friends, no hale fire)

sell your body to the night - (prostitute au)

constantly on the cusp (hate sex, coming out, firefighter/police)

acacia honeymoon hotel (secret relationship, hiding from the sheriff)

the moon’s gonna follow me home (derek moves away to heal)

it’s a mad, mad world (mad max au, dystopian/post-apocalyptic)

and you say you’re alone (my fave post s2 fic)

occam’s razor (time travel au)

three marks (soul mate au)

a neutrino walks through a bar (matchmaker stiles, no hale fire)

college: a slippery and cuddly slope (college au)

strong, stronger, strongest (werewolf!stiles)

rainy days never prepared him for this (neighbors, fluff)

only fools rush in (f/p relationship, alive hale family)

you keep showing up (werewolf!stiles, alt s1)

seafoam and sunshine (merstiles)

it does not do to dwell on dreams (and forget to live) (hogwarts au)

so i sat alone and waited out the night (prostitute au)

ain’t nothing so good as the cake and eating it (soulmates, deputy derek, alive hales)

missed deadlines (writer stiles, human au)

make us laugh (or nothing will) (sports/mma)

now as ever (all that is…) (time travel au)

under the endless hours (nyc au, paranoid!derek, cop!stiles)

counting to infinity (canon, post s2, derek goes deaf)

same losing lucky numbers (perfect bf!derek)

the full moon like blood (angel stiles, apocalypse)

je t’aime (french tutor!derek)

living in your letters (post s3a)

broken sundown (punk rock!derek, rehab)

miles away (post s3a)

poker face (teacher derek, adoptive parent stiles)

after you (canon divergence, hunter!stiles)

carry my body safely to shore (merman stiles)

in this twilight how dare you speak of grace (zombie au)

in other words, baby, kiss me (space au)

oh the places we’ll go (grad student stiles, prof/student)

peace and quiet (coffee shop au)

echo (magic stiles, parallel universe)

bts reaction: they see your scars

hope you like it, hun! if anyone ever needs anyone to talk to if they’re feeling down or just need advice, im here. im a great listener and i love making new friends. my blog is a judge free zone, so everyone is welcome. i love you all xx

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jin: jin would be heartbroken, he couldn’t believe that his beautiful princess ever felt that down about themselves that they had to do that. he would pull you close and hold you tight against him. “jagiya?” he would say as he placed small kisses along the scars on your arm, “i love you so much, okay? you can come to me whenever you feel sad.” jin and you would eat so much junk food and binge watch movies until all you could feel was jin’s love. 

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yoongi: yoongi would be furious. furious at the person who said something so shitty that would make his precious baby hurt themselves. his hands would curl into fists as he let out deep breaths. “it’s okay yoongi,” you would say, “it was a long time ago, yoongz” you comforted him. a sniffle would sound and your heart would drop, “please don’t cry yoongi, it’s okay baby.” you would hold him in a tight hug as he let out his frustrations. “i love you so much jagiya, more than anything in the whole world. 

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hoseok: hoseok would pull you as tight as he possibly could to his chest and cried along with you as you told the story of where your scars came from. “you are worth it princess, anyone who tells you that you are anything less than perfect is fucking wrong,” he sniffled, “i love you so much.” you nodded your head that was tucked into his chest and placed a kiss on the exposed skin above his shirt. “you’re perfect two hobi, i guess we make one hell of a couple.” he laughed and kissed your forehead. 

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namjoon: namjoon would be angry and worried at the same time. “the scars are old,” you would say as he confronted you, “i went through a hard time.” soft kisses would be placed anywhere and everywhere all over your body as he whispered compliments to you and told you how amazing, perfect, and beautiful you are. you giggled as he kissed your neck on it’s most sensitive spot. “joonieeeee,” you giggled and he fingers began to tickle your sides. “i love your laugh, jagi,” he said, “you’re gorgeous.”

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jimin: jimin would feel very protective over you. “i can’t believe someone had the audacity to say that to you!” he would say as you told him the story. “jiminie, baby, it’s okay,” you said, “i’m happy now, you make me so happy.” at that jimin would smile to wide and pull you down into his lap on the couch. “you’re gorgeous,” a kiss on the forehead, “amazing,” now the cheek, “beautiful,” on the nose, “and the love of my life,” the kiss he pulled you into would be full of so much emotion you never wanted to pull away. “i love you too my jiminie.”

Originally posted by softsugamon

taehyung: taehyung would be all hugs and kisses, he would never want his baby to feel anything less than perfect. the pads of his thumbs would slowly trace over the old scars as he placed a soft kiss over every single one. his arms would be wrapped tight around your waist as he kissed all over your arms, chest, neck and face. “my beautiful baby,” he would praise, “so gorgeous, i love you jagiya.” his deep voice in your ear and lips all over your body made all bad thoughts go away. 

Originally posted by j-cypher

jungkook: jungkook would feel immensely sad and worried. “i love you, you know that?” he would constantly ask you, making sure you knew how much he loved you. “i know kookie, i love you too.” he would pull you into a tight hug and lean his chin on your head as he held you close for what seemed like forever. “don’t hurt yourself again, okay?” he placed a kiss on your nose, “come to me whenever you feel bad and we can talk it out, okay? i love you so much baby.” 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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Neither Innocent Nor Guilty

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings(?): rough sex, semi-public, hair pulling

Summary: Lawyer!AU ~ In which you triumph over the infamously powerful prosecutor, Shin Hoseok, in court, so he finds another way to get what he wants in the courthouse bathroom.

[disclaimer] All of my knowledge about courtroom/legal procedure is wholly derived from my love of legal dramas and shouldn’t be taken as factual, lol.

“Isn’t it true you killed your son, Ms. Choi? You were angry that he planned to abandon you for the woman you had strongly opposed, tainting the family reputation you hold so dearly to yourself. He was going to ruin everything for you, wasn’t he? He was going to ruin that crystalline reputation you had spent so many years perfecting for the public, had spent and sacrificed so much to preserve, and he was going to throw it all away, am I right?”

The mousy woman in front of you wailed, face contorting and twitching in anger and indignation. Tears spilled out of her swollen eyes . “I WOULD NE-”

You continued relentlessly, raising your voice to be heard over hers. “And so you carefully plotted his death, didn’t you, Ms. Choi? You were so driven by your anger that you felt the only way to resolve it was to kill him yourself and to pin it on your maid-”

“OBJECTION!” The tall, broad-shouldered prosecutor shot upwards from his seat, eyes blazing as he stared incredulously at you, fists slamming into his table. “HEARSAY!”

“-AND YOU POISONED YOUR OWN SON, YOUR VERY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, THE CHILD YOU RAISED WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR 20 YEARS AND 5 MONTHS, WAS IT, MS. CHOI, AND YOU USED THOSE SAME HANDS THAT CODDLED AND FED HIM, SHAPED HIM INTO THE PROMISING, KIND YOUNG MAN HE WAS, TO POUR THAT ARSENIC INTO HIS VERY LAST MEAL, THAT LAST MEAL THAT HE ATE HAPPILY AND INNOCENTLY, FULLY BELIEVING IT WAS PREPARED BY A MOTHER THAT LOVED HIM.” You were shouting now, passion boiling in your veins as you rained the onslaught of attacks on her as she sobbed messily into her hands. The jury gaped at the scene with a unanimously shared look of muted horror.

“OBJE-”

“I heard you the first time, Mr. Shin.” The judge silenced him with an abysmal wave of his hand. The prosecutor snapped his mouth shut in anger, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched it. “Overruled. Ms. (Y/L/N) elicits a crucial development that is integral the proceedings of this court. As for you, Ms. (Y/L/N), I would thank you restrain yourself and to get to your point.”

You nodded tightly, shooting a defiant half-smile at the prosecutor, stomach flipping as you watched his eyes darken. “You fed your son a meal laced with arsenic with your own blood-covered hands as he looked on at you with nothing but love and ignorance. You watched the bright light fade from his eyes as he convulsed on your living room floor, and now you sit here, still refusing to take responsibility for your abhorrent actions. Instead you choose to not just end one life, but even more. Instead, you place the blame on the maid who has been employed by your family for a decade, the maid who is a single mother with 3 young children that depend on her for their living. So, I’ll ask you one more time, Mrs. Choi. Isn’t it true that you killed your son?”

The prosecutor had his fists balled at his sides, muscles coiling under the fabric of his tight fitting suit, his full lips drawn straight in a tight line. You did your best not to think of those hands on you, pinning you against a table. Your thoughts were scattered and incoherent under his gaze. He stared at you intently, wondering exactly who this new lawyer was that had broken his reputation as the shark of the prosecutors. It was guaranteed, or at least it had been before you, that the defendant would be jailed whenever they were pitted against him. He’d never seen anyone or anything like you before, so terrifying and formidable in the courtroom. Not to mention how perfectly your pencil skirt hugged every curve on your body, how your blouse enunciated the curve of your chest and highlighted the graceful curve of your neck. A match for him. More than that, even. When your tongue had darted out to wet your bottom lip as you concentrated on your papers, he had practically dropped all his papers, only barely playing it off as a slip of his fingers.

You did your best to ignore his burning eyes, focusing instead on the disheveled woman in front of you.

“I-I-I only wanted to protect him,” she gasped brokenly, entire body shaking in the effort to speak clearly. “I wanted to protect my h-husband. He killed my son,” she slurred, “he killed him.”

The jury inhaled sharply at her confession, a cacophony of murmurs breaking out in the group.

You released a small breath of relief, turning to give your client a warm smile. She had collapsed against her chair in disbelief, tears of joy welling in her large eyes as she returned it.

#

The jury barely needed any time to converge, returning after only a few minutes. Despite your confidence in your argument, you found your leg bouncing nervously, jostling your robes. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously, wanting nothing more than for the judge to hurry up and call the case.

“Nervous?” mouthed the prosecutor across the room, cocky smile twisting his full lips.

You tried to ignore how his broad chest pulled the fabric of his suit tight across his body, clinging to every muscle, outlining his godly figure. How was it even legal that someone like him was a prosecutor? You could feel the weight of his gaze on your body, burning and heavy, and you suddenly felt as if your mouth was very, very, dry. All you could do was scoff and turn to face pointedly away from him.

The corner of his mouth lifted as if he knew what you were thinking. Cocky bastard.

Both of you straightened as the judge cleared his throat. “Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

The jury spokesman stood hastily, dotting the sweat beading at the edges of his receding hairline. “Y-yes, your honor.”

The judge glanced upwards. “Members of the jury, on the Case of Korea v. Park, what you say?”

“Your honor, the members of this Jury unanimously find the defendant NOT GUILTY of first degree murder.”

You let out a loud breath, lungs burning, but it was drowned out by the appreciative cries of your client as she threw her arms around you, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she shouted, voice muffled by your hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She repeated it over and over again like a mantra, no amount of words able to truly encapsulate the euphoric feeling. She hugged you one last time before running out of the courtroom, undoubtedly to tell her family the good news.

Despite having won your first big case, your thoughts kept wandering back to that sinfully attractive cocky prosecutor; you kept thinking about those long fingers digging into your hair, those full lips pressed against your throat, and that tousled mess of hair that you wanted nothing more than you thread your fingers through while pulling him closer, deeper into your body. “Agh,” you hissed to yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you walked down the hall. You could feel your cheeks reddening. Couldn’t you have been attracted to anyone else? You reached up and pulled your hair out of the restraining bun so it cascaded down around your shoulders.

“Good,” a voice behind you said, “it looks better down.”

You whirled in surprise. Speak of the fucking devil. There he was, godly proportions, signature arrogant smirk and all, right in front of you. Why do bad things happen to good people? “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere mourning the case you just lost?” you asked, trying to ignore the insidious thoughts invading your mind as you drank in his appearance. He was even more attractive up close like this, the musky scent of his cologne filling your senses.

His eyes darkened slightly, smile a bit more wolfish. “Beginner’s luck.”

Anger sparked in the pit of your stomach, burning from the inside. “Or was it your incompetency as a prosecutor?” you asked lightly, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. “It seemed that way when I destroyed your argument in court.”

He growled, low in his throat at this response, eyes glinting. “Destroyed? I don’t remember that happening when I refuted the majority of your claims. Call it…” he paused, pretending to think, “a happy coincidence?” 

Your blood boiled at his arrogant smile, crimson tinting your vision as he flashed that infuriating smile at you as he crossed his muscular arms across his chest. “A happy coincidence? When your arrogant, entitled ass couldn’t even figure out the simple, underlying story of who killed whom? It was a simple case, prosecutor. Some shallow black and white case college students are given to analyze. Yet you still lost, unanimously.”

His eyes flashed darkly, and you knew you had gotten under his skin. “Who are you, Ms. Public Defender?” He stepped forward, voice low. You refused to step back, eyes trained on his. “I’d never lost a case before.” Another step forward. “Until you.” The smell of his cologne was all around you now, your thoughts clouding. You were close enough to grab the lapels of his tailored suit, if you wanted to, and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off his body, immediately.

You had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him now, his frame taking up most of your view. You were glad there wasn’t anyone in the hall anymore. You wrapped a hand around his tie and yanked him forward, teeth grazing his ear. “Don’t take what I’m about to do the wrong way, prosecutor,” you hissed, spitting his title as if it were a curse. Then you pushed him back, your eyes drifting down to his full, soft lips as blood roared in your ears.

He blinked, a small smile crawling along his lips. “Take what the wrong wa-”

And then you were kissing him, furiously taking out all the anger you had bottled up in court when he refuted nearly all of your claims out on his lips now, nipping at his full bottom lip. His lips were as pillowy as they looked, you thought, your hand reaching up to fist in the fabric covering his chest. When he began to say something, you took advantage of his open mouth, sweet peppermint breath mixing with yours, and slipped your tongue in to tangle with his, teasing him until he began to reciprocate with just as much fervor.

When you finally broke the kiss he was panting and breathless, pupils blown with lust. Just as you began to step back, his arm caught you behind your back, pulling you into his chest. His lips, swollen from your violent kiss, grazed your ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you first stepped into the courtroom,” he growled, jaw clenched in restraint. “Don’t continue to do this to me unless you want the consequences.”

You could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing, throbbing against you. There wasn’t anything you wanted more. “Bathroom. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate, lifting you immediately and crashing through the doors of the bathroom, setting you harshly down on the cool marble of the counter. You pulled him in for another passionate kiss, heels digging into his back to push him closer into you, his bulge pushing deliciously into your crotch as your hands pushed his jacket off of his broad shoulders. An inferno grew in the pit of your stomach, growing uncomfortably warm, heat rushing down in between your legs. He moaned into your mouth, fingers gripping the edges of your blouse and ripping it open. The buttons flew and pinged against the floor but you had no patience to even complain.

“Hoseok,” he groaned in between needy, sloppy kisses against your jaw, your neck, “my name is Shin Hoseok.”

You pushed him backwards and slid off the counter, turning him with you so that your places were reversed, his back to the counter, and you dropped to your knees. “(Y/N),” you replied breathlessly as your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, fingers grazing down his broad chest to the defined ridges of his abs. He shuddered under your touch, fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles whitened. You fumbled with his belt for a second, and he let out a noise of impatience that traveled straight down to your core. Finally, you got that damned belt off of him and hurriedly yanked his pants down with his boxers, which pooled around his ankles.

He was big. Much bigger than you had expected. It sprang loose from the confines of his boxers and he hissed from the sudden feeling of cool air. Tentatively, you took him in your hand, your thumb and middle finger only barely able to touch one another. He bucked against your hand, groaning as he threw his head back. You looked up at him through your lashes. His head was thrown back, neck muscle tense and jaw clenched tightly, fingers digging into the counter as he swelled in your hand. You hadn’t even done anything yet. You licked a long, experimental stripe from the base to the tip, lapping up the beads of precum that had gathered there, tonguing at the slit. He tasted salty, a distinct edge to him that you had never tasted before. You licked another long stripe, from his balls to the tip.

Fuck,” he hissed darkly, hips canting. You hummed against him, licking and teasing, working your way up and down the curve of his thick cock, until finally he couldn’t take anymore, his fingers fisting almost painfully into your hair. “Did you forget how to suck cock, (Y/N)?” he asked, pressing the tip against your swollen, glistening lips. “I can remind you.”

You smirked, satisfied with his response, and opened your mouth wide to take him into your throat, sucking him down deep. You looked up at him with wide eyes, fingernails digging into the skin of his muscular thigh with each downward suck, your cheeks hollowing. A string of curses fell from his mouth as he watched you, your full, glistening, ruby red lips wrapped tight around him as you sucked obediently. His fingers threading their way into your hair so he could guide your head as you bobbed.

But you were still going too shallowly. He fingers tightened in your hair and shoved himself as far back into your throat as he could. You choked at the sudden intrusion, air escaping your lungs as he forced your head all the way down, groaning loudly. You moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and gaggedas you relaxed your throat so he could slam you back down again to the base.

“Shit, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, as you took him in again and again, your cheeks flushed pink, drool and precum dripping down out of the edges of your mouth as he fucked your face. The lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth echoed in the empty bathroom. “Just like that,” he hissed, hips bucking as you hummed against him, “so fucking good for me.” Just as you began to feel as if your throat could take no more abuse, Hoseok released you. You pulled off with a wet pop, breathless and wrecked.

A shiver of pleasure worked down to his groin upon seeing you like this, your clothes torn and ruined, lips swollen, hair mussed, with drool and his precum leaking from the corners of your mouth. “As much as I would like to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he yanked you up and bent you over the counter, switching positions again, “I know how much you must want me to fuck you.”

You could only let out a coarse mewl in agreement, pushing your hips outwards desperately.

He pushed your pencil skirt upwards and yanked your panties down impatiently. You let out a heady moan in response, wanting nothing more that for him to be fucking you until you forgot your name. He positioned himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cried out in abject frustration.

“Tsk, tsk, so wet already?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he leaned close, his muscled chest pressing against your bare back. “Who knew you would be so submissive to me?”

You almost cried in desperation from the lack of anything. “Please,” you begged hoarsely, “please.”

Hoseok nipped at your shoulder, chills erupting every place his full lips ghosted over. “Please what?” he murmured, pushing half an inch deeper.

You moaned at the feeling of being spread so infinitesimally wider, juices pooling between your legs, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. “Please fuck me already, Hoseok, fuck me!” you gasped, in almost a sob of sheer frustration.

He plunged his full length into you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his large size. You swallowed a sharp cry of pain at the sudden fullness. The euphoric feeling of being so completely filled overrode all your other senses. He pistoned into you relentlessly, every thrust rocking you against the counter, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “God, you’re so unbelievably tight,” he snarled, his hips smacking into yours with force that had you screwing your eyes shut, mouth gaping in a silent cry of ecstasy. Hoseok shoved three of his fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them gratefully, as they were the only things keeping you from screaming.

“What?” he growled, watching him fuck into you in the reflection of the mirror, your chin against your chest as your breasts bounced with each one of his deep thrusts. “Are you afraid someone will hear us? Someone will hear you mewling for me, begging for me to fuck you?” He continued to pound into you, almost animalistically, feeding the growing inferno flaming in the deep pit of your stomach, growing almost unbearably hot. “But you want to get caught, don’t you, (Y/N)? You want people to see you getting fucked like this in public, don’t you?”

He rolled his hips into yours deliciously. You felt delirious, only capable of moaning incoherently as you watched him fuck you. He was right, the high chance of the two of you getting caught and the thought that everyone could hear you only served to increase your arousal. As one of your hands drifted down to your clit, he grabbed it and pinned it behind you. “Only I am allowed to make you cum. Don’t touch yourself.” He pressed his cheeck agaisnt the side of your head, still maintaing eye contact with you in the mirror as he rammed himself into you, over and over. “I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty little ass since the second you stepped into the courtroom,” he rasped, “with that tight little skirt teasing me.”

You could only gasp as he continued to push into you, impossibly faster.

“I couldn’t even focus on my arguments, thinking about how pretty your pink mouth would look like wrapped tight around my cock.” He groaned lowly at his own words, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“Deeper, Hoseok, harder!” You were wrecked, your hair tousled, your cheeked pressed against the countertop as you arched your back for him to hit even deeper inside of you.

“Fuck,” he managed, snapping his hips. He pressed into the small of your back, forcing you to arch even further.

He hit a place in you that caused black to dance in your vision, sight blurring in front of you. “FUCK! HOSEOK!” You were sure the whole courthouse could hear you now, but you couldn’t care less.

“Found it,” he whispered. Hoseok repeatedly thrusted into the same place, over and over, and you felt the telltale prickles of your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening even more.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you cried, “harder, harder!” Hoseok released the hand he had pinned behind your back to grab onto your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down on him with every thrust. Low groans rumbled from his chest at every noise you made. You ruined him. He lost focus every time you clenched around him, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm.

Hoseok fisted a hand into your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror, eyes rolling back into your head in pleasure, drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. Hoseok caught your eyes in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you,” he snarled, his face next to yours in the reflection, hips slamming against yours and muscular chest pressed flush against your back as he fucked into you. A thin sheen of sweat covered his god-like body, jaw clenching in concentration as he buried himself into you again and again, never breaking eye contact with you the mirror. “You like watching me fuck you, (Y/N)?” He pulled your head to the side and sucked gently on the sensitive skin on your throat, causing chills to travel down your entire body and your knees to buckle.

“Hoseok-” you managed through breathy moans and gasps as you approached your high, “Hoseok, I’m going to come.”

Another wave of heat shot straight down to his groin upon hearing you say those words, your voice so breathy and needy for him. He reached down with one arm to rub circles on that sensitive nub. You cried out, your hand reaching up to dig into his muscular forearm, fingernails pressing in so deeply the nearly broke the skin.

“Scream my name,” he demanded, his own rhythm faltering as he neared his own orgasm, “I want to hear you.”

You screamed, white exploding in your vision as the coil in the pit of your stomach unraveled completely, pleasure igniting every nerve in your body, your entire body writhing in absolute euphoric satisfaction. “HOSEOK!” It was the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced, rocketing throughout your entire body in waves. Your finger nails dug so deeply into his forearm you drew blood. You don’t know how many times you screamed his name.

Hoseok stiffened behind you, body going taut like a bow as he released his heat into you, yanking your hips flush against his as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his cum filled you and leaked out of your abused hole as he thrusted shallowly to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He groaned your name into your ear, dark and sexy. It sounded so right coming from him in that deep purr, claiming you as his.  

You remained trembling against the cold surface of the countertop for a few seconds before regaining any of your senses. The bathroom was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breaths. Hoseok pulled out slowly. You heard him step away and reach to the side to pull out a wad of paper towels to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.

His fingers were so gentle now. He was slow and careful, fingers trailing softly against the places where his hands had gripped you so tightly you bruised.

“I’ve got it,” you whispered, even though you wanted him to continue. You pushed yourself up from the counter as he stepped back.

The two of you redressed in a comfortable silence. Hoseok leaned back against the countertop as he buttoned his shirt and folded the cuffs back, a teasing smile on his lips.

You tried to ignore that flashing bright smile, sure that so many other girls had seen it before, instead busying yourself with the your ruined blouse. “Ah,” you whispered to yourself as you fumbled, “there’s really nothing I can do about these buttons…” You sighed, glancing at what remained of your blouse’s buttons scattered haphazardly around the floor. “You owe me a new shirt.” You glared pointedly at Hoseok, who choked out a surprised laugh.

He pushed away from the counter, reaching out to pull you in close again. All the breath escaped your lungs as he draped his suit jacket around you, buttoning it up slowly, his head bowing above yours as he fastened each button. “There,” he said, satisfied.

“Thanks,” you muttered drily, “but it doesn’t make up for a blouse.”

Hoseok laughed again, a sweet, gentle sound that contrasted so greatly with the rough sex you had just had. “Ok, Ms. Public Defender, I promise I will next time.”

Next time?  Your chest constricted at his words. But before you could open your mouth to make a snappy response, he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I guess I ‘took this the wrong way’.” His words may have simulated an apology, but there was nothing apologetic about his blinding smile. “Let’s not meet again like this. I want a date instead. How about I pick you up at 7 tomorrow, from where ever it is you live.”

You responded before you even realized. “8, and I’m going to your place.”

Hoseok’s grin widened. “See you in court.”

A/N: Forgive me, lord, for I have sinned. Requests for all groups are currently open! Feel free to drop a request (or just say hi!)

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genre ― smut + a bit of fluff at the end, fuckboy!au

pairing ― jungkook | reader | taehyung

synopsis ― Dodging Jungkook’s annoying horny texts was easy but what happens when another boy accidentally joins in on the fun?

words ― 7,633

note : I meshed Play & Play 2.0 together and added a few things. Before I get asked, yes there will another part to this.

extra note : part two


Your ringtone kept blasting in your ear as you tried to sleep before a big presentation. You groaned, cursing yourself for not turning off the volume as you reached for the glowing device knowing exactly who it was. You denied the call thinking,”Why is he so fucking desperate?” You began closing your eyes again until a loud ding woke you up again.

JK (1:57 AM): Why didn’t you answer babe? I want to talk to you :(

You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, getting back to your much needed sleep.

It was almost a routine with Jungkook, calling you at 2 in the morning expecting you to be down for some sexting. That boy didn’t know when to quit and you should have already blocked his number considering he’s been like this for 4 months straight. But you’ll be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like the attention he was giving you.

Not that you were the only girl, of course, because being the all-star soccer player he had half the school population begging for him. Hell not just him but the rest of the soccer team and you weren’t one to judge because your eyes would wander over to their table every once in awhile just like the rest of them.

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White Lies: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Drabble Series

Part 1

A/N: Here is part 2, to make up for my absence the past two days. It’s a bit longer than part 1 too :) I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think! I thrive on your feedback ♥

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings:
- none. maybe language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

“So how is this gonna go?” you asked Bucky in the car, on the way to his parent’s house, breaking the awkward silence that lingered.

“We just have to, yanno, convince my parents we’re a couple,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the road. You watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Hold hands, giggle at each other’s jokes, give flirty eyes, stuff like that?”

It was your turn to grip the handle of your bag tightly, causing indents from the material to appear on your hands.

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7 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,064

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as death and substance abuse

Originally posted by kim-taehyung

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 7

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


“I must say, your wife is pretty good in bed too, my dear friend.”

Frozen, you stared at your husband’s smirking face. Did he feel the same way when he found out that his wife and his best friend have a relationship they shouldn’t actually have?
Was he also disappointed in you like you were in him right now?

The second you felt Jimin lunging forward towards Taehyung, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, turned him to yourself and whispered. “Don’t..”

Looking into his angry eyes, you tried to ignore what your husband was saying and focused on calming Jimin down by stroking his cheeks gently.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was enjoying the way he was irking Jimin with his stinging words. “What’s wrong, Jimin? Are you angry? You feel uncomfortable, right? Now imagine how I felt whenever I saw my own wife stepping into the hotel room with a smile plastered on her face! Imagine how I felt when I knew that my best friend’s hands were touching my wife’s body!”

Jimin started taking deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. You placed your hands on his ears and leaned your forehead on his. “Don’t listen to him.. Please, let’s just go from here..”

Hearing Taehyung’s voice again, you copied the way Jimin closed his eyes and tried to think about something else.

“Oh, and Y/N. My dear wife. Let me break it to you. I never loved you. Everything was fake, you know. I never wanted to marry you. But you see, money controls everything in this world. And marrying you just happened to be the perfect opportunity to get a hold of that money-”

Just before Taehyung could end his sentence, Jimin yanked your hands away and lunged forward to him, punching his face countlessly without taking a breath.

A loud shriek left your mouth and with that, you felt a sharp pain in your belly.
Bending forward a little bit, you placed your hand on the spot that hurt uncontrollably and gasped loudly when you felt something dripping down your thighs.

The moment you realized what it was, you started sobbing loudly. “J-Jimin!”

Not hearing your shaky voice, Jimin still punched your husband in the face. “J-Jimin, the baby! B-Blood!”

When Jimin heard your shrieking, he turned his head towards you and found you sitting on the ground, hands shaking uncontrollably.

Letting go of his best friend, he run towards you and looked at your bloody hands. “Y-Y/N what’s wrong?! Y/N?!”

Taehyung, on the other hand, stood there frozen with his bruised face, trying to understand what you were saying. “B-Baby? W-What do you mea- H-How?”

Jimin cupped your cheeks with his now bloody hands. “No! Y/N, open your eyes! No! Y/N, please, open your eyes!”

Turning his head to Taehyung, he yelled desperately at him. “Call the ambulance! Do something, damn it!”

Still shocked, Taehyung mumbled to himself. “This can’t be right, this can’t be right. The doctor said- H-How?!”

“Taehyung, stop mumbling and do something!”

“Damn it, Jimin! Y/N can’t get pregnant!”

Shy || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“…and this is my girl. (Y/N).” Archie smiled, wrapping his arm around your form. You whimpered, shying into his side. “No need to be shy.” Your boyfriend smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well, I should be going, but it was nice to meet you guys.” The family friend grinned, walking away. As soon as they were out of sights, Archie turned to you, a grin adorning his perfect features. “
“Why are you so shy?” He hummed, hooking his hands under your arms. You complied with his wishes, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your ankles behind his back as he picked you up. “Why don’t you want to show your pretty face, baby girl? It’s so pretty.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Archie..” You whined, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay.” He mumbled, finding his couch and sitting down. His large hands rubbed circles on the small of your back, peppering kisses along your jawline. “As long as I get to see that pretty face of yours, I’ll be happy.”


Jughead Jones:

“Come on, let’s go to the Student Lounge.” Jughead offered, his large hand enveloping your small one as he attempted to drag you to said room. Even the small amount of PDA caused a bright red to settle on your freckled cheeks. “Juggy.” You whimpered as you arrived in the calming room, and he turned around, raising an eyebrow. Slowly tugging your hand from his grip, you buried it in his sweatshirt pocket that hung on your frame. “What’s wrong gorgeous? He frowned, his blue eyes staring into yours. Thankfully the lounge was empty in about 5 minutes, so you took advantage of the prolonging silence. “I’m shy.” You mewled, winding your arms around his toned torso and burying your nose into his chest. “Why?” He laughed, sitting down the couch, which meant that you had to pull away. “Because people were watching!” You whined, practically pouncing on the couch so that the raven-haired male could comb his lanky fingers through your gorgeous (h/c) locks. “I’m the only one here. And I’ll always be here, so don’t worry.”


Reggie Mantle:

“Good god.”  Reggie moaned, his large hands pressing bruises into your flushed skin, his plumb lips pressing kisses near your collarbone. “You’re so excited.” You whined, your fingers toying with the hem of his shirt before he pulled away to pull the article of clothing off of his body.  “I swear to god (y/n). How many times do I have to tell you to get your underwear off? We are in the boys’ locker room for god sakes, and this is supposed to be a quickie!” The boy growled, hooking his fingers in your waistband of your panties before swiftly pulling them down. However, your intimate moment was cut short when the door swung open, revealing a few of the football players. Letting out a squeal, you tugged up your pants and panties, hiding behind Reggie. “Who’s this?” Chuck questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “You know who it is Clayton. Get the hell out” He hissed, covering your body. You whimpered, clinging to his buff arms. Chuck rolled his eyes before leaving the room with his friends. As Reggie turned around, you quickly pressed your lips to his hungrily. “Someone’s clingy.”


Betty Cooper:

“They’re going to love you! What are you so worried about?” Betty wondered, exiting the vehicle and closing the door. “They’re the famous Coopers! Of course I’m going to be nervous.” You mewled, following her into the daunting household. “If you haven’t forgotten (Y/N), I’m a famous Cooper too.” Betty laughed, pushing the key into the lock. The door creaked open, revealing the ‘happy’ couple standing there. “Hello (Y/N)! You look so pretty! Betty has told us so much about you.” Mrs. Cooper greeted you, throwing your arms around your quivering form. “However… you did not tell me all about her fashion sense! I love it!” The woman giggled, causing you to turn a light shade of pink. You rubbed your arms nervously, peering at Betty. “Give us a second, mom, okay? We’re going to my room before dinner.” Betty informed her mother, bringing you upstairs to the said room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled you in for a hug. Sighing softly, you clung to her, nervous beyond compare. “Everything’s going to be fine. I promise. Just be yourself, because that’s the person that I fell in love with. So they’ll fall in love with you too.”

Veronica Lodge:

“These are so pretty on you.” You cooed softly, toying with the pearl necklace that rested around her neck. “Thank you, baby.” She murmured in response, squeezing your hand lovingly. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Sadly though, your moments were cut short by a few giggling girls walking into the Student Lounge, and you quickly pulled away from Veronica’s warm body. They weren’t smart enough to realize the two of you were even there, and that didn’t faze you one bit. Instead, you were worrying about whether they had caught you or not, even though you and Veronica had done nothing wrong. She rose an eyebrow, curious as to why you were shivering in your seat. When the girls filed out, which took only a few seconds, the two of you were left alone once again. “Thank god.” You whimpered, resting your head against her shoulder once again, allowing your eyes to flutter closed once again. “I love you so much.” You sighed, intertwining your fingers with hers. “And how I love you so much more.”


 Cheryl Blossom:

(This is an AU where Jason is indeed alive) “You’re so far away, come closer to me Cheryl.” You whined, tangling your fingers in her ginger locks. You pressed your lips to her chapped ones before she could open her mouth to respond. Instead, her hips ground into yours, and the music in the background helped the situation. “Cheryl I-” Before the ginger twin could finish his sentence, he saw the situation in which you two found yourselves in, and it with it, he shut his mouth. “I-I’ll just come back..” You had really only met Jason once, and you would say that it was an okay impression that you had given him. This time, not so much. “Oh!” You exclaimed in surprised, bringing up the sheets to cover your naked form. “H-Hi Jason! We-were just..” “Yeah. I’ll talk to you later then?” He didn’t wait for a response and he closed the door quickly. Groaning in embarrassment, you hid your face in Cheryl’s neck, laughing at the both of your stupidity. “You’re so cuddly when you’re embarrassed.”

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Description : When Jimin innocently goes on a search for his laptop in his roommate’s closet, he finds much more than he bargained for

Pairing : Yoonmin x Reader

Word count : 3k

Genre : 101% smut

Warning : voyeurism, cum play, guy on guy action, dom!yoongi

a/n : This is filth, idk what to do with myself

“Alright where’d you hide it?” Jimin scoffed at the fake startled expression that danced on his roommates’ face after he’d asked the question.

“Me? Hide what?” Yoongi smiled widely at his success in annoying Jimin and continued to eat his dinner while Jimin stood before him and scowled.

“Yoongi I need my laptop!! I’ve got important stuff on it!” Jimin whined endlessly while slamming soft fists against the small coffee table they shared in the living room.

“Aww, like what? Your porn?” They both had images of the other day flash before them simultaneously accompanied by the uneasy feeling it came with when it happened.

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Three’s Company (Part 1): His Sister’s Keeper

Title:  Three’s Company: His Sister’s Keeper

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  After breaking up with your fiance, you’re forced to move in with your twin brother, Bucky, and his best friend and roommate, Steve. Living with your brother is one thing. Living with the man you’ve harbored a crush on for the majority of your life is another. What could possibly go wrong?

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Female Reader (Y/N Barnes), Brock Rumlow (mentioned)

Word Count:  1687

Rating: PG-13

Warnings:  some angst, bad break-up, mentions of cheating.

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel AU and series. I write SPN on @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog. I drew inspiration from the television show “Three’s Company,”  the movie “What’s Your Number?” and a bunch of other things. Thank you to the amazing @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping me - beta work, bouncing ideas off of them, and overall encouraging me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by dailychrisevans

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Date - Peter Parker x reader

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Summary: Peter learns that you are going to ask your crush on a date.

Word count: 1,042

Warnings: Swearing, Probably angst


You were so happy when you bought the dress.

It was this blue knee-length dress that had an amazing amount of detail. And it was at a cheap prize.

“What do you think about this one, Peter?” you asked as you twirled around. Your best friend was sitting right next to the dressing rooms, waiting for you to appear with a new dress on.

So far you liked a vivid red dress, a mint green short dress and this beautiful blue dress.

“Hmm…i don’t know. I don’t want any of the guy’s eyes on you” he said. You laughed it off, not thinking anything of it as you twirled once again. You were so happy that this dress existed, thank the holy gods.

But to Peter, this was no joke. He wanted to tell you how he felt ever since you met. He loved the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your face lits up when you see food.

But he didn’t want to ruin your friendship, so he kept his mouth shut.

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Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO  MASTERLIST

You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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dine and dash (stefan salvatore ft klaus mikaelson, part ii)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for a while in high school, but like most high school relationships, college got in the way. You wanted to move away and Stefan couldn’t find the strength to let go of his life and home in Mystic Falls. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Boston and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s the first time you two are seeing each other since the break up. That’s not the case with some of your other friends, however.

Pairing: Stefan x Reader, Klaus x Reader, Matt x Rebekah, Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Caroline x Enzo, Elijah x Hayley (not mentioned in this chapter)

Warnings: SMUT, dom!Klaus, visual smut, fingering, cursing

A/N: HI!!!!  okay so just a heads-up that the italics are a flashback and purely smut. I thought I wanted the reader to end up with Stefan in this, but idk anymore. I will say, however, that you will see smut from both Nik and Stefan in this fic. Some flashbacks and some current. please let me know what you think!! (gifs aren’t mine!!)


Previously

As soon as Stefan walks away, you shake your head and pour yourself a glass of bourbon. You swirl the glass around, staring at it until you hear Elena and Caroline’s voices. You turn to face them, raising a glass as Caroline places her hands on her hips.

“Y/N! The clipboard,” she huffs, walking over to you with said clipboard in hand. “I’ve made hotel arrangements, I just need you to pick who you’ll be sharing a room with.”

“Let me guess, you’ve made me a list of all possible roommates, huh?” You grab the clipboard and Caroline nods, smiling.

“Ah, good,” you hear a deep British voice and look up to see Enzo walking over to you two. “Now that you’re here, Y/N, my girlfriend and I can spend sometime alone.”

“Hey to you too, ass,” you narrow your eyes at him as he smiles and wraps his arms tightly around you.

“You know I’m happy you’re here. And not just because Caroline can take a break now,” he pulls away and winks at you, intertwining his fingers with Care’s.

“Yeah, yeah. You two deserve some alone time. Caroline, go. I’ll figure things out here, I promise. Besides, I’m sure you’ve sent me at least a dozen emails containing proper instructions.” To prove your point and insure that Caroline doesn’t protest, you pull out your phone and show Caroline all 15 emails that you’d received in regards to the wedding.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Caroline sighs, shaking her head and smiling at you and Enzo. “I know you just got here, and I’m sorry. Thank you for doing this. I owe you!”

“Just remind me not to hire you as my wedding planner if the time ever rolls around,” you chuckle and push Caroline and Enzo away from the bar.

“I will be your wedding planner and you will get married and–oof okay fine we’re leaving!” She pulled Enzo into a bedroom and you smile, looking at the clipboard.

“Y/N!” Of course before you can get any work done, you’re already smothered in a hug by the one and only Damon Salvatore.

“Damon!” You try to move your arms so he could hug you, but he’s got a bone-crushing grip on you. “Please I am human do not break me.”

“Oh, crap! Sorry!” He quickly lets you go and you take a deep breath, pressing your hands against your ribs. “I’m just excited to see you! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, don’t worry,” you groan and stretch, cracking your neck as Damon gives you a wierd look. “Stop that, my neck was in a wierd position for like three hours! Airplane seats aren’t as comfy as you think.”

“How’s Massachusetts treating you?” You two start walking back to the bar and Damon wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Undergrad was fun, more than one would think. Law School wasn’t bad either, to be honest. I finished the program a few months ago. How’ve things been here?” You grab your bourbon as Damon reaches around the bar to pour himself a glass.

“It’s been wierd. I’ve been alive for over a century, but I finally feel at home here and now,” he looks towards the living room and you follow his gaze: all your friends laughing and teasing one another while planning on of your weddings.

“I’ve missed this,” you whisper, eyes resting on Stefan’s figure for a second longer than necessary all the while hoping that Damon wouldn’t notice.

“What was that?” Damon, of course noticed.

“That was nostalgia, Damon. Hopefully the last of it,” you down your bourbon and look at the clipboard in your hand. “I’ve got a wedding to plan, so please–”

“Y/N!!!” You hear a pair of voices call out your name, music to your ears.

“Matt, Beks!!!!” You hold your arms out for your favorite couple, missing them more than you’d care to admit.

“We’ve missed you so much,” Matt, of course, wraps his arms around you first, squeezing you and kissing your head.

“We really have, things haven’t been the same,” Rebekah places her head against your chest as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“Aw I’ve missed you too, babies,” you kiss Rebekah’s head and Matt smiles at the two of you.

“My two favorite ladies! I’m so–”

“Excuse me, Donovan?” A very threatening whispers comes from behind Matt and you recognize the voice as the bride’s.

“Not including you, of course, Bon! Come on!” Matt stuttered as he tried to clear himself out of the hole he’d just dug. Meanwhile, Rebekah lets you go and you meet Bonnie’s eyes.

“Come on, he hasn’t seen me in years. I think it’s okay if he likes me a little more,” you laugh as Bonnie glares at you. “COME HERE!”

You and Bonnie quickly wrap your arms around one another, squeezing each other and whispering thank and ‘i love you’s.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married!” You squeal as Bonnie laughs, holding her hand out to show you the ring.

“Yeah, well, Kol is very–”

“Sexy? Handsome? Good at making love?” Kol steps in next to Bonnie, a cocky smirk on his face.

“I was actually gonna go with persistent, but sure baby,” Bonnie boops his nose. “Whatever makes you happy.”

You laugh and Kol hugs you from the side, pouting at Bonnie as she shakes her head, smiling.

“Bonnie’s being mean to me,” he sticks his tongue out at her and you shake your head.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get married to him, Bonnie? Child marriages are a terrible idea,” you whisper loudly, hand covering the side of your face that Kol could see. Everyone erupts in laughter and Kol groans.

“I forgot you two were best friends! You’re supposed to be on my side,” Kol gently nudges your shoulder and you smile up at him.

“I’ll always be on your side, loser. I’m glad you two are getting married!” You squeal and give him a tight hug, pulling away to smile at him and Bonnie. “So happy for you two!”

“We’re so glad you’re here,” Kol smiles at you and walks over to Bonnie, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple.

“I’m happy to be here. Now, you two have a cake testing in half an hour and I have to look over hotel arrangements and say hi to all the other losers,” you rub Bonnie’s shoulder as she smiles up at Kol. “Also, there’s no way you two lovebirds are going there alone. We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Y/N, we’ll be fine! We’re not teenagers, come on!”

“Sure you’re not, Kol. Tell your hormones that,” you brush him off and look around for a responsible adult. “Elijah! Stefan! Stefan’s girlfriend! Gather round.”

All three of them walk over to you with tired expressions, not that you care exactly.

“Alright, Bonnie and Kol have to go taste testing, but I don’t trust them alone simply because we’ve got a tight schedule that we have to follow if we want me to live. That being said, I need you three,” you point at Elijah, Stefan, and Stefan’s girlfriend individually. “I need you three to chaperone. Got it?”

“Um, sure. Who are you?” Stefan’s girlfriend speaks up and you turn to look at her.

“Your worst nightmare if anything goes wrong today. Your regular nightmare if you don’t fuck things up. Call me Y/N,” you give her a sweet smile as Damon, Matt, and Rebekah try not to laugh. “Now off you go, everyone!”

You shoo them away, Stefan’s face hardened after your interaction with his girlfriend.

“God, I’m so fucking glad you’re back,” Damon laughs as Matt and Rebekah agree .

“Matt, Beks, I need you to pick up Hayley and Hope, Marcel, Cami, Freya, and Davina from the airport.They should all arrive within 15/20 minutes of one another. The first one lands in half an hour, so get going!” You hand them a sheet with all arrival times, terminal and gate numbers, and hotel arrangements if needed.

“Perfect. See you guys!”  Bekah and Matt grab everything and head out.

“So, anything for me to do?” Damon asks and you look at the crowd, only to find Kai and Alaric arguing rather animatedly about party treats while Elena tried to stop them.

“Yeah, you keep an eye on them. Make sure the idea for the party treats is figured out by tonight. We need decorations ready tonight, too. The color theme is yellow and egghsell white with hints of light green so please get me something by tonight,” you give Damon a look and he nods, finishing up his bourbon.

“One daddy coming right up,” he smirks and walks over to the group as you groan.

You place the clipboard on the bar and eye it, taking a look at everything that needed to be done tonight. Then taking a look at everyone’s hotel arrangements, the times, the baggage. You pour yourself another drink, hoping the jetlag doesn’t catch up with you.

“Need some help, love?” Klaus asks, sitting on the stool next to yours.

“I just need to relax, but I know that I can’t with this wedding coming up,” you swirl your cup and look over to Klaus.

“I can definitely help with that,” he whispers, letting his eyes rest on your lips, and you shake your head, trying not to think of that night.

“Klaus, come on,” you chuckle and look back at the clipboard, hoping he leaves it alone.

“I’m just trying to help, love,” he whispers, his fingers tilting your head to face him.

“Help me some other time,” you bring your lips closer to his and press them against the side of his mouth. He still for a moment as you turn back to the clipboard, trying your hardest not to think of that one night in particular with Klaus.

You’d spent plenty nights with him before. He was one of the few people from back home that you’d actively try to see, the only one who could take your mind off things. This time was different though, this time, he reached out to you. He wanted to see you, wanted you to help him forget. He said he’d surprise you one of these days.

Normally with you two, everything happened fast. A rush of teeth against flesh, nails raking down one another’s sides and back, a primal need to have the other succumb to your will.

That time in particular, Klaus tied you up. You two had never done this before, but you always wanted to try it with him.

“Does my baby girl have some rope?” Klaus cupped your face, gently tilting your head up.

“Y-yes, she does, sir,” you whispered and turned away, grabbing some rope from your closet.

“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “Now Sir needs you to strip yourself of everything but your panties and spread out on the bed, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you turned away, blushing wildly as you obliged. You spread yourself out on the bed and his eyes ravaged you before the rest of him could. You shifted under his gaze, more aroused and more insecure by the second.

“Nuh-uh, love,” he tsked, shaking his head at you as he walked closer and removed his tie. “Sir loves looking at you. He loves seeing a slight tremor pass through you every time I rake my eyes up and down your beautiful body. He loves seeing your nipples perk up the longer they’re left unattended. He loves that beautiful pussy of yours, god that is breathtaking.”

You whimpered as Klaus stopped at the edge of the bed, lowering himself so that his nose was barely brushing against your clothed slit. You begin to move and before you can do so, Klaus raised his eyebrows at you and you stop immediately.

“If baby girl wants my mouth on her, she has to play by Sir’s rules. Okay?” He whispered, gently placing a finger against your panty-covered opening.

“Oh, y-yes si-sir,” you groaned softly and bit your lip as Klaus teased you.

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, his tone huskier now as his eyes flash golden. “Sir is going to tie up your wrists, okay? The safeword will be watermelon.”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, eager to have Klaus’s hands all over you. You’d thought about this for a while now.

“Hold your wrists out for Sir,” Klaus climbed on top of the bed and straddled your waist while you lifted your arms to him. He smiled and wrapped the rope around your wrists, eyes growing hungrier by the second. His eyes trailed up and down your body, clearly loving how you looked tied up. The longer he went without touching you, the more impatient you became.

“Are you going to touch me or are you just going to keep staring at me, huh?” Before you could think, the words spilled out of your mouth and you could feel the air around you still. You could feel the change in Klaus’s demeanor. He was never going to touch you now.

“What is one thing that Sir asks of you, the only thing that I ask of you?” He growled out, removing himself from on top of you.

“S-sir asks me to be patient and not speak until spoken to,” you whimpered and looked down, ashamed that you’d broken his one rule.

“And yet you do the exact opposite,” he glared at you, sitting at the edge of your bed and pulling you up towards him. “How many times do you think Sir should spank you for disobeying him?”

“F-five?” You whispered, still unable to look at him. You’d never gotten spanked more than five times.

“Wrong answer. I was thinking more along the lines of 10,” he breathed against your lips as you gasped, finally meeting his gaze. “I want you to count each one, okay?”

“Y-yes,” you couldn’t look up at him, you could barely speak without your voice breaking.

Klaus pulled you over his lap, gently rubbing your panty-covered ass.

“Sir really likes these panties,” he pressed his lips against your back before speaking again. “He would’ve loved to rip these off with his mouth.”

You wanted to beg him to touch you, to bite you, but you knew that would only make this situation worse. So you stayed quiet as Klaus continued to press soft kisses along your backside, once on each cheek and then moving lower.

“Sir loves your filthy little pussy, you know that?” His lips brushed against your lower set and you couldn’t help but whimper at even the slightest touch.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Sir won’t eat you out yet,” he nuzzled his cheek against your ass as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your panties. “His fingers, however, will give you a wild orgasm. You’ll feel each slap even more after I finger-fuck your wet pussy.”

You couldn’t help but to groan at his words and at his hands. His fingers stayed outside your panties but the fabric somehow added friction with each touch. He held your hip with one hand while the other teased you. He pressed one slender finger against where he knew was your eager opening. You moaned loudly and he did it again, this time pushing the finger and the cloth deeper in you.

“Who knew having your panties on made you even more vulnerable?” Klaus growled as he used his thumb to tease your swollen clit. He leaned down to lick a small strip over your panties, from your opening to your clit. That way, the cloth was more flexible. He bent both it and me to his will. His thumb worked tirelessly against my clit as he brought forth another finger and quickly rammed it against my panties, the thickness of his fingers wrapped inside the cloth made me shake.

“Oh, that’s it. You’re getting closer, aren’t you?” He bit your thigh, careful not to sink his teeth into you.

His fingers swiftly removed the cloth and found their places against your pussy. His thumb was pressed against your clit, not moving and not letting you move. Meanwhile, his fingers quickly rammed in and out of you, your walls clenching around them as he grew merciless. You screamed his name, barely yelling out a warning as you came all over his fingers and your panties. He chuckled lowly, wiping his fingers against your panties and pulling them back up against you.

Before you can come down from your high, you feel Klaus’s palm make contact with your ass. Over and over and over. 10 times over to be exact. You knew because you counted. You knew because Klaus apologized and made you cum 10 times after that to prove his guilt. You, of course, didn’t mind the spanking, but you wouldn’t tell him that for a while.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” A hand waving in front of your face pulls you out of your rather embarrassing thoughts.

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“Yes?” You clear your throat and turn to face Jeremy, completely ignoring Klaus’s rugged smirk to your side.

“First of all, I’m so fucking glad you’re back. These people are all crazy,” he pulls you into a hug and you laugh, realizing how much you’d miss this annoying kid.

“Second of all,” he pulls away and smiles widely at you. “Kai and I don’t know who we’re rooming with. I don’t think anyone else does either.”

“Oh, right. Well,” you clear your throat and grab the clipboard, flipping through the pages until you find one titled hotel arrangements. “It says here that are couples are rooming together; Bonnie and Kol will be staying in separate, larger suites; everyone else will get paired off and one lucky trio will get a larger room but will have to band together.”

Everyone nodded, seeing as it made sense thanks to Caroline.

“Now let’s see. It says here that the Saltzmans are all in one huge room. Elijah, Hayley, and Hope are in one room. Matt and Beks, Davina and Cami, Stefan and Ivy? So that’s her name, hm,” you shrug and continue reading the list to those present. “Damon and Elena. Caroline and Enzo. Tyler and Liv. Freya and Luke. Kai, Marcel, and Jeremy. And that leaves me with Klaus. Any questions?”

You look up to see the others have poured in as well: cake testing is over and Matt and Beks are back from the airport with all the folks.

“Yes,” Kai pipes up, looking rather concerned. “Does that trio room have three beds because I refuse to share one with dirty Jeremy over here.”

“No, Kai. You all have share one King bed. We’re making a porno,” you shake your head and Kai’s eyes grow wide. “I’m kidding Kai. Three separate Queen beds for three sassy queens. Any other questions?”

“Yes, why are you sharing a room with Klaus?” Stefan’s eyes meet yours and you do all you can not to walk over there and punch him.

“I didn’t want to be part of a lucky trio and Klaus is one of my best friends. Now, any questions that concern you?” You roll your eyes at him and Stefan shakes his head.

“Yes,” Ivy pipes up and by now you’re fuming. “Who are you, seriously?”

4

Day 22

Imagine Being Harley Quinn And The Jokers Lover

For My Followers

“Babydoll,” Joker calls making you turn around. You’d been watching Harley dance on stage. “Come tell Mr White here about yourself.” Grinning you slink to Jokers side and wink at the man sitting across from him.

“I’m (Y/N) Mistah White, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet and offer a dainty hand. The buff man takes it and shakes gently. He seems a lil scared of you. “Mr J keeps me around cause I gotta knack for getting people to tell the truth.”

“I ain’t no liar,” Mr White snaps and you frown. Leaning across the table you get right up on his face and smirk.

“Baby tell me is Mr White tellin the truth about those shipments for me,” Joker requests and slaps your butt. You squeak but grab the mans face.

With perfect efficiency you delve into his kind and pull the information you want.

“J he is! Oh and he thinks Harls and I are quite pretty,” you exclaim and leap into Jokers lap. “Isn’t he nice?” Joker chuckles and kisses your neck possessively.

“For sure babydoll. Now how bout you go dance with Harley for awhile while I finish my business,” Joker suggests and you nod excitedly. He gives you a quick but rough kiss before shooing you away. Getting to your feet you skip up to the stage making Harley giggle.

“Cupcake! Come up and dance!” Harley cheers and you hold up your hands. Harley swings you up and pulls you in for a fierce kiss. Upon breaking for air she twirls and dips you while you cackle.

A gunshot rings out in the club but you barely notice. Not long after Joker strolls out and holds his arms out for you and Harley.

You and Harley jump down and into his arms each of you kissing his cheeks.

“How do my girls feel about a midnight drive?”

“Sounds fun puddin!” Harley agrees.

“Vroom vroom!” you sound and Joker laughs.

“Lets go then dolls!”

~~~

That was the last night you saw your Harls and your Mr J for a long time.