Grey walls, bland, flavourless unexciting grey walls. The very same grey walls you’d been staring at day after day for the past six weeks. Figuring it had to be better than death you accepted Namjoons offer and joined forces with gang Bangtan. Better than death. Oh how you were wrong.
Day after day your tired body would be decorated with bruises, cuts, and even on some occasions - bite marks - whatever Taehyung and Hoseok had specialised in that day. They said it was crucial that you were trained to fight if you would be joining them on their excursions, and Namjoon agreed, especially with the whereabouts of the professor still unknown.
You exhaled longingly, slowly running your fingertips over your latest gift from Taehyung, a small cut on your left shoulder blade. Just when you thought you were getting better at defending yourself he had pulled a knife out of nowhere, and you’d barley slipped out of his reach in time.
“Oh good, you’re finally awake. Let me see to your injuries.” Jin smiled at you as he walked into the plain box room you’d been staying in. Out of all of the members of gang Bangtan, you were sure Jin was the nicest. You’d met him the day after you arrived at their head quarters, he told you he was a trained doctor and that he didn’t want to hurt you, only help you. It made you wonder, what a guy like him was doing mixed up with people like them.
Summary: Bucky is a perfect example of a fuckboy but after you become friends with benefits, he starts feeling something he has never felt before.
Word count: 2515
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: mentions of sexy times (nothing too graphic), language probably
A/N: This is inspired by G-Eazy’s song “Some kind of drug” and the relationship between Eva and Chris from norwegian show “Skam” (I highly recommend you to watch it!), more specifically the ‘P-Chris’ clip from last week. Although they weren’t endgame, I still love them. Excuse any kind of mistakes, English is not my first language. This is a little bit different but I hope you guys enjoy!
Wake up this morning. I’m shaking, I can’t be still, girl
Too many images running through my mind
Soon as I hit it, I can’t get it out of my system
Even my brother—he asked me, “What you on?”
He stirred a little in his sleep, some memories from the night before playing in his mind like an illusion. Did it really happen? He wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not, but after some tossing and turning, his hand patted the other side of the bed. Empty. His eyes opened, at first slowly, blinking at the amount of light in the room, just to violently notice tossed white sheets and a piece of paper on the pillow.
Sleep well xx
So it happened. He would recognize that handwriting even in his hungover and not fully awake state. You, Y/N Y/L/N, had slept with James Buchanan Barnes the night before. It had happened. And why was it such a big deal for him? Because you were best friends ever since he had joined the team.
Summary: At Ethel’s pool party, Jughead gets a little… excited when the two of you hang out at the pool. Embarrassed because all of his friends are around, the two of you have to try to find a way to sneak out without anyone noticing.
“Tell me again why I’m here,” Jughead said as the two of you walked down the path to Ethel Mugg’s pool house. He was wearing his black swim trunks with a t-shirt and a towel over his shoulder. He wasn’t too excited to be at a pool party with other students from school, but you had your ways of getting him to come.
You laughed and looked at him. “Because you love me and want to spend time with me.” Jughead raised an eyebrow. “And because I said I’d cook for you if you came.”
“That’s right.” He laughed and kissed your head before you slid open the door and entered the pool house.
RIGHT but before I slip back into semi-hiatus: I’ve been working on a bunch of prompts people sent me a while ago (a while being up to 5 months rip) and since it’s gonna take me a considerable amount of time to finish them all, I thought I’d leave some spoilers here in case anyone’s interested :’)
the following fics are titled Keep Your Enemies (spy au) and Days of Ashes, Nights of Flames (fantasy, flame of love-inspired) (both are 2min and taemin-centric!)
Well fuck. If your otp is alive go and rewatch your favorite scene and hug your screen and cherish them forever because mine is dead and they are the biggest what could have been in the history of what could have beens.
A/N: LOL MINE ISN’T IN FIC FORM LIKE 404’S BECAUSE I’M NOT TALENTED LIKE THAT SORRY NOT SORRY BYYYEE <3
I’ll be posting Jaehee’s tomorrow and V’s on Friday! These aren’t even really
Valentine’s but I really needed to write these omg, hope y’all are doing great! Btw, whoever requested the RFA members in a musical, it’ll be posted soon too <3 ~ 626
- The second you woke up you were expected to be
showered in gifts - And by expected, it’s not like Zen had to
actually do anything for u but I mean, it is Valentine’s Day and Zen is a very
extravagant person - But there was nothing??? - Nada - hE WASN’T EVEN IN BED NEXT TO YOU - WHERE IS HE - Turns out he got called in for a role bc some
poor person got sick and couldn’t make it (Zen totally didn’t dance and
break something while u were asleep, nope didn’t happen) - But he didn’t wanna wake u up on your day off so
he made breakfast and left it along with flowers for u on the table <3 - But you don’t see him again for awhile??? - And he’s being very, very suspicious about what
he’s doing?? He hasn’t even told what character he’s playing - But you don’t say anything (make his dick hard not his life amiright), you know how hard it
can be to memorize lines so last minute so he probably just doesn’t want to
talk about his role when he’s not at work (haha yeah right he’s a little
attention hoe) - And ofc, two weeks later, he invites you out
<3 - aND HE’S TAKING YOU TO A TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT???
(if ur not into taylor swift, u r now it’s important for the story mkay) - he gets to your seats but ofc his hoe ass excuses himself to look at himself in the bathroom because “I need to make sure I look good for the pictures, mc” as if he doesn’t know he always looks good - (aND THESE SEATS ARE LIKE RIGHT IN THE FRONT???
UR BF HAS CONNECTIONS) - but he doesn’t come back??? The show is about to
start?? - W A I T - IS THAT
ZEN UP THERE WITH TAYLOR SWIFT - IS HE A
BACKUP DANCER - Ur so hyped omg, ur lovely little Zen dancing to
some of your favorite songs??? (if u all don’t at least like one TS song,,, ur
lying,,,) - aND THEN
SHE STARTS SINGING “LOVE STORY” ommggg - she’s walking towards you??? dIRECT EYE CONTACT,
WHAT DOES THIS SNAKE WANT - ??? she’s holding out her hand for you??? Does
she wants you??? To get on stage - what is
happening - if we’re being honest ur not even paying
attention to zen bc hOLY SHIT TAYLOR SWIFT INVITED U ON STAGE - You dunno what to do??? Ur standing awkwardly
watching her sing as everyone dances around u??? - “Is this
in my head? I don’t know what to think, he knelt to the ground and pulled out a
ring and said..” - Taylor Swift turns u around aND ZEN IS ON ONE
KNEE??? WITH A RING?? - KAJSHDFSJD UR MIND IS ON OVERLOAD WHAT IS
HAPPENING - OFC HIS DRAMATIC UNICORN ASS WOULD PROPOSE TO U
LIKE THIS - SHE’S STILL SINGING WHY WONT THAT HOE STOP - U end up bursting into tears and nodding ur head
and ofc zen isn’t done with his dramatic ass proposal - hE LIFTS U UP BRIDAL STYLE, KISSES U, AND WALKS
OFF STAGE LIKE THAT - some very good loving that night wink wonk
So I wrote a short Sherlock College AU fic a while ago, and while I wasn’t really happy with the fic itself, the idea wouldn’t leave me alone… So now, after several days I have written a very long, incredibly fluffy/shippy Sherlolly fic… If you’re interested, Part one is here but I tried to write part 2 in such a way that you don’t need to read part one if you don’t feel like it… Anyway… Enjoy!
Summary: Molly and Sherlock finish watching The Princess Bride…
Molly sat on her dorm room floor as she poured over her
notes on the cardiovascular system for what felt like the thousandth time that
week. She could feel her eyes starting to glaze over. How long had she been
studying? She glanced at her alarm clock. 3 hours. Ugh! No wonder her back was
starting to complain…
A knock at their door caused her to look up. Standing in the
open doorway was the lanky young man who had saved her from an evening of
roaming the halls while her room was “occupied” the night before.
“Sherlock!” Molly said with a smile.
She was a little surprised to see him. While he had offered
to hang out again after their impromptu viewing of The Princess Bride had been
interrupted, she’d just assumed it was to get in a dig at his roommate, John,
for reclaiming his laptop after Sherlock “borrowed” it.
He leaned his slender frame casually against the door post,
looking rather dashing in a Belstaff coat and indigo scarf Molly thought.
“Found this wedged in the futon this afternoon.” He tossed
her something which she clumsily managed to catch. Her phone!
“I wondered where this went! I nearly turned Conan Hall
upside down looking for it.”
“I hope you lifted with your knees. Conan’s a good sized
building. Can’t have you hurting yourself this close to midterms.” He quipped
playfully. Molly couldn’t help but
Her roommate Sally glanced down in annoyance at the two of
them from where she lay reading on her loft bed.
“Aren’t you the freak who was guessing people’s majors based
on their socks the other day?” She asked condescendingly.
Molly shot her a look.
“It was their shoes,” Sherlock retorted. “And I never ‘guess.’ Though now that you mention it,
judging by the state of your socks you might want to reconsider your field of
study. Have you ever considered something more mechanically inclined?”
“Whatever…” Sally grumbled, rolling her eyes.
“Do you want to grab a bite to eat or something?” Molly
asked Sherlock, attempting to divert attention from her roommate’s rude
“That’d be great.” Sherlock replied with a grin, his tone almost
taunting Sally; a cheerful threat to come around more often.
Molly grabbed her jacket and bag and strolled out to meet
him, making sure her phone was securely in her pocket this time.
“Seriously though, have you ever considered a career in air
conditioner repair?” Sherlock jabbed before closing the door and following
Molly into the hall. There was a loud thud against the door as what Molly
assumed was Sally’s book hit squarely where Sherlock’s head would have been.
“I’m really sorry about that. My roommate she can…fuss.”
Molly offered apologetically as they strolled down the hall, hoping he would
catch her reference. She wasn’t sure how much he would remember having never
seen The Princess Bride until she’d forced him to watch it with her.
Sherlock smiled. “I think she likes to scream at us.” He did get the reference. Good.
“Probably she means no harm…”
She continued, keeping her tone casual as she fought a smile.
“She’s really very short on…charm!” Sherlock replied cheekily.
Molly couldn’t contain her grin any longer. “You’ve a great
gift for rhyme.”
“Yes, yes… Some of the time.”
The two of them laughed, amused by this new little game.
Molly began to relax a little, seeing that he wasn’t too phased by Sally’s
“Did John ever let you finish the movie after I left?” Molly
“No. He says he’s got a deadline for his piece in the school
paper and has been guarding his laptop ever since he got back from his date.”
“What’s he writing about?” Molly inquired.
“Oh, I have no clue. I wasn’t listening when he told me.”
Sherlock admitted with a shrug, not a trace of guilt in his voice.
Molly smiled. Most people she knew wouldn’t admit to that so
“How about we ask Greg? I’m sure he’d know,” She suggested,
noticing the open door to their RA’s room.
“Greg?” Sherlock asked, confused.
“Yeah. He’s the editor of the paper.” Molly explained.
“I thought his name was Gavin…” Sherlock mused, sounding
even more befuddled.
Requested: Riker smut where you don’t like each other but finally come to terms. Posting before 7 because I have a floor meeting @ 7! Enjoy! (unedited)
I slip on my pleather mini dress and look at my appearance in the mirror. Rydel said I had to look hot, and that’s the only thing I had to worry about. My hair was perfectly curled, and my makeup was sharp with a touch of red lipstick.
It was my 21st birthday and I was going to let him ruin it. Even though he always did. With his asshole remarks on my short dresses, and making out with boys. I wasn’t going to take any of it tonight. If anything, I was going to put him in his place if he tried to ruin my party.
I slip on my black studded heels before grabbing my clutch and text Rydel I was on my way. Rydel texted me an hour ago and it only said “The tequila has landed.” And that’s when I knew tonight was going to be my night. Just me, the dance floor and the tequila bottle in hand.
I arrived at the party an hour after it started and there was already quite the party going on. People were grinding against each other in the living room, coolers in the backyard, and bottles of liquor on the kitchen island. I walk into the kitchen and see Rocky and Rydel pouring drinks for people.
“AY! THE BIRTHDAY GIRL IS HERE!” Rocky yells over the booming music causing people to cheer from around the house.
Rydel pulls me into a hug and comments on my sexy dress that we both knew was just to piss of Riker, and hopefully would help bring a boy home.
“One tequila, two tequila, three tequila - floor.” Rocky says with a grin as he hands me a shot of my favorite substance. I could drink tequila like it was water . We all knew as I throw my head back, letting the burning sensation slide down my throat - tonight was going to be a good night.
I wink at him setting the shot glass on the counter. He pours me one more to down before I made my way on the dance floor.
“Hey birthday girl!” Ross says with a smile as he pulls me into a quick hug, and pecks my cheek.
I smile as he spins me under his arm and I sway my hips to the Fetty Wap song. “And you’ve had tequila.” I giggle at his correction assumption and see in the corner of my eyes Riker leaning against the door frame watching my every move.
I grind against the nearest body and feel their hands rest against the front of my thighs holding me close. I watch Riker down the rest of his drink before walking over to me and nudges the guy away from me. I turn my head and saw it was some random guy I’ve never seen at their parties.
Riker was dressed in a plain white t-shirt with a necklace hanging around his neck, a ripped pair of tight jeans and a pair of converse.
“Like whatcha see?” He asks in my ear as I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing our pelvis together.
“I could ask you the same thing.” I whisper in his ear causing him to pull my body closer to his.
“Your dress is a little short, Y/N.” Riker says his grip tightening on my hips.
“You have to be nice to me.” I say looking up at him clenching my jaw.
“Is that so?” He asks leaning down and our lips are centimeters away. I nod my head my words lost at the back of my throat. He presses his lips against mine, one of his hands traveling to my hair, and the other down to my butt. I groan against his hold and kiss him back in desperation.
I pull away after when I was gasping for air and clench the back of hair. “Yeah, it’s my birthday.”
“Well let me give you a little present.” He says pulling away and grabs my hand before he walks us up the stairs and down the hall to his room.
He shuts the door behind us and locks it before presses my body against the wall. He holds my neck in his hands before pressing his lips against mine. I let out a sigh against his touch and rest my hands on his waist. He moves his lips to my neck and his hands slide down my body causing a moan to escape my lips.
“I didn’t think you’d be so responsive.” He says nipping at my neck and shoulder.
“Play nice.” I say as I feel his hands squeeze my ass.
“Oh baby I am.” He whispers before sliding my dress over my head and tosses it on the ground. He groans at my naked body in front of me. “Nothing underneath, god Y/N.” He mumbles picking me up before setting me down on his bed.
He yanks off his t-shirt and kicks of his jeans before crawling onto the bed.
I feel his hands roam my body squeezing every curve of my body. I throw my head back against the pillows as I feel his warm breath on my wet core. He chuckles resting his hands on my stomach before devouring my core.
I only call you when it’s half past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
I grab onto his hands as I feel my climax ready to surface. I try to swallow the scream at the back of my throat and Riker must have noticed.
“Scream baby no one can hear you over the music.” He says which was the last push I needed before arching my back and screaming out from the best orgasm i’ve had in months.
“That’s it.” He says leaving kisses all along my torso and up my chest. His lips meet mine as I yank at his shirt. He pulls away and slides off his briefs before grabbing a condom from the drawer next to his bed and slides it on.
He leans down pressing kisses along my neck as he slides into me not giving me any warning. A moan erupted from my throat and I dig my nails into the back of shoulder blades. “Fuck Ri.”
“Fuck. I thought you’d be tight, but not this tight.” Riker groans picking up the pace and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I feel his hand slide between our bodies and I feel his finger brush against my swollen clit, causing my chest to press against his. “That’s it baby. I can feel you clenching you’re almost-”
I let out a frustrated groan as his thumb brushes in figure eights, and his hips pound against mine. “C’mon baby, c’mon.”
I curl my toes and feel my body start to compluse. Riker presses kisses to my neck as my climax takes over, and he keeps thrusting through it until he reaches his own.
My body starts to calm down after a minute or so while I watch Riker throw away the used condom in the trashcan and slip on a pair of briefs.
“So that’s it. We’re going to act as if we still hate each other and this was nothing.” I say looking up at him. He turns his neck to look at me as he shuts his dresser drawer.
“I was getting you a shirt.” He explains walking over to the bed and hands it to me.
“Oh.” I say quietly sitting up enough to slip it on over my head and slip my arms through the arm holes, and lay back down not finding the strength or energy to move.
“I’ve always liked you, Y/N.” He explains sitting next to me on the bed. “That’s why I would be mean to you. Especially around other guys you just wanted a one night stand. Because I always wanted more.”
“Me too.” I whisper looking up at him causing him to lean down and press his lips gently against mine. I kiss him back causing his hand to sneak up under his t-shirt. I smack his hand away with a giggle as he brushes his nose against mine.
“Especially after that sex. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
often during the season that Andre and you were able to go on dates that were
longer than a few hours or even occurring at night. Luckily tonight was an exception. The Washington Capitals had a game tomorrow
night so today the team was free after practice. You had been waiting for Andre
to return to the apartment where he gave you the good news that you guys could
spend a night out together.
where you found yourself now, sitting across from Andre at a table at a
restaurant located at the Georgetown Waterfront. The weather had been perfect
all day and the two of you wanted to spend as much time as you could outside so
while you the two of you were walking along the waterfront you decided to stop
at one of the outdoor restaurants.
The character has been requested by @willstripforbangtan but the story
is purely personal :)
Jackson Wang (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x GOT7 members (mentions, cameo)
Jackson seems to be the perfect boyfriend; he has good looks, he is
rich, he is kind-hearted, and most of all, he loves you so damn much. However, one thing seems to be wrong with
your “almost perfect” boyfriend; the girl that he chose to love.
This is the 2nd version of my break-up angst stories, Sorry,
the first version is for Song Yunhyeong of iKon, where you can access here. Please take note that this story is not
related in any way to the first version, but you will see similarities in the
plot and all J (I hope I made sense)
LET THIS BE MY CONTRIBUTION TO #kingjacksonday
You stepped inside your house, to be welcomed
by a delightful scent of chocolate coming from the kitchen. You assume that your boyfriend is already at
home, maybe his work ended early. You
removed your shoes and coat and you dropped your bag on the couch before making
your way towards the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” You whispered at his ear that caused Jackson
to yelp in response, almost spilling the chocolate drink from the small kettle
that he’s holding.
“________-ah, you scared me!” He clutched his chest before dropping the
kettle on top of the kitchen counter.
You giggled at his reaction, causing you to snort and that made
Jackson’s eyes form into slits.
Request: Suho is your husband and he doesn’t like it that you’re too busy with work while you’re trying to start a family? you pass out while working overnight at the office and he freaks out? thank you♥
Everyones first taste of Husband!Suho <3
You woke up, feeling relaxed and refreshed as you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Suho woke up, calling for you before you shut the bathroom door.
“Yes?” You asked, walking back over to the bed.
“Can you come back to sleep?” He asked.
“I have to go to work.” You pouted, “But I had a really good time last night.” You winked, kissing his lips chastely.
“So did I.” he hummed, his arms sneakily winding around your waist to pull you on top of him. “I hope it works this time.” He whispered it like saying it too loud would jinx your chances of getting pregnant.