he look so god damn perfect even in black and white

Babygirl

Summary: Dan is an innocent virgin and Phil is the bad-boy who likes to make him flustered. High school Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil AU

Genre: Smut that’s kinda kinky but mostly cute

Word count: 4,039

Kinks: Feminization, daddy kink, dirty talk, a little verbal humiliation

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masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds

Happy: 

  • when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
  • “I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
  • the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
  • the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
  • invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
  • I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times

Froot:

  • THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
  • everything about this song
  • “ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves 
  • the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
  • “but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
  • the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
  • “i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
  • every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
  • “birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
  • The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
  • “oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”

I’m a Ruin

  • marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
  • the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
  • “It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
  • the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
  • the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world

Blue

  • the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
  • the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
  • the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
  • “gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
  • the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
  • the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
  • “I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
  • ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave

Forget

  • this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
  • the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
  • 50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
  • after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
  • “yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
  • “YEAH I’VE BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL I LOVE THAT HE PRETENDS TO CARE IF I’LL EVER GET TO HEAVEN WHEN A MILLION DOLLARS GETS YOU THERE OH ALL THE TIME THAT I HAVE WASTED CHASING RABBITS DOWN A HOLE WHEN I WAS BORN TO BE THE TORTOISE I WAS BORN TO WALK ALONE” is not supposed to be a high-intensity part of the song but I don’t fucking care obviously
  • the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????

Gold

  • by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
  • i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
  • “doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
  • “don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
  • “you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
  • knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
  • the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C

Can’t Pin Me Down

  • this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
  • she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
  • the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
  • “You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
  • “i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
  • the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation

Solitaire

  • holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
  • the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
  • the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
  • “hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
  • the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
  • the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
  • holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
  • the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes

Better Than That

  • “You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
  • “So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
  • the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
  • “with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
  • “and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
  • “i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs

Weeds

  • this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
  • “but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
  • “and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
  • the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???

Savages

  • full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
  • there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
  • “I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
  • the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
  • “underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
  • “another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
  • “are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
  • the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music

Immortal

  • you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
  • the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
  • it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
  • the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
  • “but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
  • when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
  • THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it


bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Enunciate [m]

Smut  // How does one function upon knowing that their next door neighbour, Citrus134 (Kyungsoo) is the audio porn star of their dreams?

Follow up to Audiophile

So, what is the first thing you do when you’ve discovered that your new neighbour posts audio porn online? You lie back on your back and plug your earphones in then go through all of his audios…all of them. You listen to his breaths, laughs and groans over and over until they’re imprinted into your mind. that’s what you do.

Then you imagined him. You imagined his plump lips clamped between his teeth as he stifles a groan. You imagined his bare chest rising up and down as he tried to suck as much air as he could. You imagined his black hair sticking to his forehead after he spends 10 minutes edging.

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special delivery

“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”


In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

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The Perfect Blind Date - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,822

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Morning Sex, Shirtless Dylan at the beach, Dylan on a motorcycle, slight shade coming from me towards my ex

Notes: So, @ninja-stiles an I were talking on day and we were sharing these motorcycle pictures of Dylan and Chris and we’re like “OMG WE SHOULD WRITE ABOUT THIS!” So, I wrote the Dylan side while she did the Chris side. The two fics are linked in plot but different in character and execution. So make sure to give hers a read as well! Also, this is slightly AU. Dylan is not famous here. Let him be a normal guy for a day y’all.

(As a note, her internet was being shitty today so I will post a link here as soon as she gets hers up! But still read hers once it is up because it is so good)

It’s hard to want to date when so many bad things have happened to you. One wrong turn in a relationship, and everything comes crashing down. Once that happens, why would you want to get back out there? You worry that the same thing will happen again, or that you won’t find the great guy you wish will sweep you off your feet the way you always imagine it.

Well, welcome to my life, honey.

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FP Jones x Reader "Craving something sweet"

Pairing: FP Jones x Reader (she’s legal, don’t worry 😂)

Summary: FP is craving something sweet

Warnings: Oral Sex

A/N: Sorry it’s short and it probably sucks! Just breaking the writers block away. Sorry if there is any mistakes, it’s almost 3AM and I’m tired af.

REQUESTS ARE OPENNN!

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Riverdale wasn’t a town where tourist would come and take awkward and cringing pictures at touristy places. It was more like “we’re just passing by” kind of town. It self, the town looked old and full of danger, so many people just ignore the little town and head off to their destination without a memory of the lonely grey town.

Y/N Lodge was the oldest child in her family and was half way through getting her bachelors degree when her father had been arrested. She was forced to leave University only to move with her mother and young sister to the small town of Riverdale. Even though her mother left working in Pop’s, Y/N was left working in the dinner as she tried to get her life back. Twenty two years old and she was barely holding on to keep her head up.

Riverdale wasn’t as bad, the people were nice but the teenagers were the worst; especially the privileged kids.

Pop’s had left her working alone for the late shift. With Pop’s being open 24 hours, he had her almost every night working the late shifts. Which at first she was against with, but now she was getting used to it.

The mysterious serpent watched Y/N from his truck as she was cleaning the table booths and getting everything spotless. One in the morning and clearly nobody else was going to barge in wanting onion rings or a milkshake at that hour.

The bell above the door rang as the serpent had decided to finally make his entrance to the empty dinner. At that moment, he watched her bending down to pick up the dirty rag that had fallen from her hold. “Empty house Lodge?” He spoke, as she turned around to face him. She knew he had been staring at her from his truck since he parked, but she got startled at the sound of his raspy voice so close to her.

“A burger with everything and a side of onion rings?” Y/N giggled, removing the pencil from the bun that was pulling away her long wavy black hair. She walked towards FB, but only to pass by him to take his order behind the counter.

“Actually, I just want a milkshake.” The loyal serpent customer smirked at her appearance. Her pastel yellow uniform hugged her curves perfectly as her messy hair fell below her breast.

“Getting tired of me and my burgers?” Usually, when Pop’s left her working the night shift, she was the one who always cooked after midnight.

“Your burgers are good, I’m just trying not to get fat.” He chuckled, his eyes landing on Y/N’s lips. She had her wooden yellow pencil between her lips as her teeth sank into the small pencil. Oh, how he would love to taste her. “And I would never get tired of you sweetheart.”

“You better not.” Y/N blushed, avoiding his intimidating eyes. “What flavor do you want?”

“What’s your favorite one?” FP asked. He always looked forward to spending his sleepless nights at Pop’s with Hiram Lodge’s oldest daughter. It was a dangerous path, and the venomous serpent wanted to take it.

“Probably the double chocolate with extra whip cream.” FP rolled his eyes at her playfully. Veronica and Y/N were quite different, but when it came to food, they were like the same person.

“I’ll have the mint chocolate mint with no whip cream and your favorite one please.” FP didn’t really have a sweet tooth for milkshakes, but he did have a sweet tooth for a certain Lodge.

“Damn, you must be having cravings tonight.” Y/N laughed, making her way towards the ice cream fridge. FP didn’t dare take his eyes off her as she prepared his order on the other side. His weekdays went from boring to having late night chats at Pop’s with his favorite waitress. FP had switched his routine from drinking every night, to spending his beer money on actual food while he spent time with the oldest Lodge daughter. He didn’t care the trouble that would come from flirting with Hiram’s daughter, but he couldn’t resist her innocent looks.

She was quieter than Veronica, she didn’t wear pearls on her neck and since she started working, her louboutin heels were replaced by simple white vans that matched her pastel uniform to perfection. “I thought you were more of a vanilla type of girl.”

“Baby, there’s nothing vanilla about me.” Y/N cockily smiled at the fired up serpent as she placed both milkshakes in front of him. Handing her a ten dollar bill, he grabbed both shakes and walked over to one of the many empty table booths.

“When you finish putting that in the register, sit with me.” He didn’t asked, but he ordered her with his raspy and demanding voice. Y/N insides twirled as she made her way to the booth after she had closed the register door. “Drink.” He demanded once again, sliding over the shake he had order, only for her.

“You didn’t have to buy me the shake.” She spoke up while she avoided his eyes in front of her. FB on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The predator in him wanted to pull her on his lap and taste her completely. He wanted to have her warm skin on his, he wanted to explore every inch of her.

“Your innocence is captivating, what are you doing to me Lodge?” Y/N’s glistening eyes landed on his own as she bit down her lip. She was feeling the fire in her increase as she watched him stared her down completely. “How can I control myself if you keep looking at me like that baby.” He groaned, his hand finding his way to his already messy hair.

“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” FP didn’t waste a second more. He pulled himself off his side of the booth and rushed towards her side. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck desperately as his hands found themselves running up her now exposed thighs. She pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his as his hands reached up to her ass and he pulled her on to his lap. Y/N slipped her own tongue between his lips, being the one to take charge.

There was nothing vanilla about Y/N Lodge, clearly. Her lips were now attached to his jawline and then following his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. “Y/N.” He moaned out, holding on to her tightly as she grinned her hips on his growing bulge. She was the one calling the shots, and even though FP enjoyed it; he wanted to hear her cries and moans desperately.

Gripping on her sides, he pushed her hard on the end of the booth as he nibbled his way up from her neck and on to her jawline. “You were right earlier, I was craving something sweet.” He whispered to her before going down to her now exposed breast leaving sloppy kisses on each one. “I’m craving you.” Y/N jumped a bit as his shivering fingertips ran across her thighs.

“FP.” She moaned, as he pushed her uniform skirt up to her stomach as he went down on her. He left soft kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her every second. Pulling her underwear off, he slipped one finger into her and quickly her hands gripped on his hair as he added his tongue to the mix. Y/N cried out of pleasure as his tongue fuck her like his life depended on it. Another shock hit her as he ran circles on her clit into the mixture. Y/N felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore; the pleasure was too good. He moaned as her thighs tightened their grip, sending vibrations into her.

“God FP.” She panted, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her as she rode out her high.

“After you get off your shift, my place.” He pulled up her underwear back up and fixed her skirt as Y/N tried to catch her breath still. FP smirked proudly as he watched her still overwhelmed from his touch.

“Good, because I need more of you.” She admitted, pulling him towards her and crashing her lips to his once again. She was the one now hungry for dominance, but that had to wait.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He teased her, once he pulled away from her.

“Don’t have all the fun without me Jone.” Y/N laughed, as she watched him walk towards the door and his truck.

He knew what he was getting himself in to, but he didn’t care; he wanted her for himself.

Withdrawal

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | YOONGI VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K

Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.

You.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!yoongi + sub!reader, spanking, substance abuse, physical violence, family issues, threatened non-con & strong language

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Night Changes

Originally posted by dailyrossfbutler

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “Could I please get one with Zach, just a really cute date night but it goes wrong cuz either Marcus or Bryce show up and are very inappropriate with her but Zach protects her and just a lot of fluff. Thank you so muchh”

Word count: 1.585

Posted: 06th of May 2017

A/N: It’s saturday and I wrote some imagines today, happy to tell you that there will be Monty, Zach, Jeff imagines. So you should keep an eye out!
Thank you for the request and I hope that you like it! Enjoy guys.

P.S.: Which character x reader imagine would you like to see the most? Answer in my ask box, if you have time.

- G. x

Warning: Rude comments. (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It was one of your date nights with Zach and you both decided to go to a fancy restaurant, just to shake the stress off, to have a good talk and to drink a high-quality wine together.

“Babe, are you enjoying the food?” Zach happily asked as he enjoyed his plate full of cold cuts and cheeses. You knew that he was addicted to food and it made him happy.

“Yes, the pasta is cooked well, perfect sauce and al dente pasta.” You happily said as you chewed carefully and silently your food. Zach just giggled softly and grabbed his still-white napkin and wiped the dirty edge of your lips.

“Someone’s a little bit too excited because of her green pasta!” He mocked you and you both laughed as he carefully dabbed the napkin to assure that there was no sauce left. “Here you go.”

“I can’t imagine you called my pesto in that way.” Your eyes grew wide in disbelief and you shook your head. “Dude, green pasta? Really?”

“Sorry, it’s green and I am calling it green pasta.” He pointed out and you both laughed loudly. You loved it when he goofed around you and he really felt comfortable with you.

“Captain Obvious.” You rolled your eyes playfully and he shook his head, still with a smile flashed on his face. You smiled back at him as you realized how wonderful and handsome he was. You’ve always thought that Zach was good looking, who would never think of that? But he also had a good heart and he is intelligent too. “Thank you, Zachary.”

“Am I in trouble for that? What’s with the full name basis?” He raised an eyebrow and you just winked at him. “I’d love to be punished tonight.” He grabbed your hand and caressed it lasciviously as he winked back at you, just fooling around and teasing you.

You let out a soft laugh and you smacked his hand for his actions. “Contain yourself, goofball!”

He laughed back and you shook your head because of his naughtiness. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You loved your relationship with Zach. It was just so true and you loved your intimacy. Your relationship was full of inside jokes, bluffs and pranks. Your day was always full of laughter and it seriously lessened your stress and your disquietude.

“I love you too, Zach.” You honestly replied with a wide smile. You both took your wine glasses and clinked them together, cheering for the two of you, for the success of your relationship.

You both sipped a drop of wine from the glass and Zach convinced you that he really had a great taste when it came to choosing a wine. The restaurant’s sommelier had to let him taste different wines before he’s got the perfect choice and you were so amazed because he really knew everything about wines. That was surely a tough thing to do.

“Oh, if they aren’t the famous perfect couple: Zach Dempsey and, his lovely girlfriend, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You woke up from your deep amiable thoughts as you heard a familiar annoyingly honeyed voice coming from your left side.

“Bryce.” Zach shortly called his so-called-friend, a little bit uncomfortable and annoyed for his presence. He was afraid that he might ruin something great.

“What’s up, Zach?” Bryce asked with a miffing tone and you couldn’t admit it, but he was really vexing you. “Dating your girlfriend so you could have fun tonight?”

“Bryce, what do you want?” You butted in and you got a lustful and lascivious glance from Bryce. He was eating you with his eyes and your cleavage was the perfect bait that triggered his obscenity. You uncomfortably pulled your dress up as you cover your not too revealed cleavage.

You wore a really sexy dress, as you wanted for the night to be special for you and Zach, but it didn’t mean that these disgusting maniacs had the right to be rude to you because they thought that you were wearing something that could trigger their dirty minds.

Girls should be allowed to wear whatever they want and boys should be taught how to behave themselves.

“Damn, if my girlfriend was this pretty, I wouldn’t ever let a moment slip through my hands.” He winked at you and you felt disgusted and scared at the same time. You looked at your boyfriend and the rage in his eyes was perfectly seen.

“What the fuck, Bryce?” Zach protested as he stood up, ready to hurt him if he ever continued acting inappropriately with you. “Can you just please leave us alone?”

“Oh my God, I was being kind and it was some sort of compliments. Same shit.” Bryce insisted as his eyes were still dark and full of lust. He glanced at Zach and then at you once again.

“Fuck off, Bryce.” Zach debated and he raised his fist in air as if he was about to start a fight between the two of them.

Bryce took advantage of the moment and he punched Zach twice in his face and your eyes grew wide for the happening. Blood was dripping from Zach’s cheeks and it stained his white button up shirt and his black tuxedo. Zach punched Bryce back, not caring of his wounds, and you heard the crowd gasping for the scene your boyfriend and the asshole maniac was doing.

“OMG!” You rushed to Zach and you pulled him away to dodge Bryce’s attempts of hurting him even more. “Stop it, Walker!” You shouted loudly, trying to shoo him away, but you had no success.

“Sluggish!” Bryce spat his words while considering Zach’s eyes. You didn’t mind him and you somehow felt relieved when two security guards quickly blocked him and brought him out of the restaurant.

“Are you okay?” A hurt and injured Zach asked you and you just nodded, worrying for him instead. You looked around the restaurant and it seemed like the whole world was watching the two of you. You felt ashamed because of what happened and you just unleashed a quiet but deep sigh.

“I think we should go home now. I need to cure those wounds.” You suggested and Zach quietly agreed, leaving some bills on the table to pay for your cozy, now ruined, dinner.

You both walked out of the restaurant and you felt some worry glances that stared at you. You felt anxious as the crowd was silent and Zach held your hand tightly to feel you more comfortable.

“Sorry.” Zach murmured once you got out of the restaurant. You smiled at him and you let the cold breeze of air to kiss your skin. The silence was dominating the place as the sun already set and the night took in, but the full moon and the stars illuminated the whole town and the emanated light helped you to see your way. “I ruined the night.”

“You didn’t, Zach.” You said as you tried to cheer him up.

“I did.” Zach opened the passenger’s door of his car for you, still being the gentleman that he was. He was trying to mend the what-he-called damaged night. “Careful.”

“Thanks.” You entered the car and Zach smiled sadly before he shut the door. You followed his steps with your eyes as he went to the driver’s part and he went inside the car too.

“I’m really sorry, babe.” Zach crestfallenly apologized as he glanced at your beautiful face. “I promise that I will make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, Zach.” You smiled at him and you caressed his chin to assure him. “It wasn’t your fault.” You sweetly muttered and he smiled at you. “Thank you, instead.”

“All I did was to protect you.” Zach sincerely said whilst looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes. “I did the right thing and you shouldn’t thank me for doing that.”

“Aw, Zach.” You bit your lip and you both smiled sweetly. You had some seconds of silence, the comfortable one, and Zach started to lean in to give you a kiss.

You just shut your eyes as you waited for Zach’s lips to touch yours. You’ve always admitted that waiting for Zach’s kisses still made you anxious, the butterflies kept on moving in your stomach.

You locked lips with him as soon as you felt the heat of his lips. He slowly caressed your soft cheeks while tasting your lips and you honestly liked the feeling of kissing Zach. It was the cherry on the top of every cake.

Once you broke the passionate kiss, you both considered each other’s eyes and smiled.

“It doesn’t matter if our date night was ruined, babe.” You said in a low and soft voice. “There’s nothing to be afraid of even when the night changes.”

“But it’s horrible. I want the night to be perfect.” Zach insisted, still feeling down for the scene and the disgraceful words that Bryce expectorated.

“It doesn’t matter,” You assured him. “because it will never change me and you, mostly the love that I am feeling for you.”

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He pulled you into a hug and you lingered his tight touch. It made you feel protected, loved and wanted. At the end, those things were what all we needed the most, right? Yup, right.

“I love you too, Zach.” You sincerely and sweetly replied. You both stayed in silence and the only thing that could be heard was your heart going lub dub lub dub quickly.


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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff, angst

length: 20k

summary: nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.

a/n: i promise my next fic WONT be a college enemies to lovers au lmao its just so fun to do. i gotta thank @junghaze for being my beta reader and practically saving this fic from the dead i cant be more grateful


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Imagine Moriarty taking you shopping for clothes (changing room smut)

Moriarty X Reader


Mirrors


“I like this one,” Jim holds up a black mini skirt. “And this.” He picks up a black, low-cut top. Very sexy. Not your kind of thing really, but Moriarty gets what Moriarty wants when it comes to you, so you smile and agree. “Let’s go try them, come on.” He takes your hand and leads you to the changing room.

“I’m afriad you can’t go in there with her, Sir.” The woman tells him, as you walk past her to the cubicles.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way you’re going to get any money.” He smiles what is a seemingly charming smile, but you know it better. It’s his don’t-fuck-with-me-darling smile. You’ve seen it enough. The woman sighs and turns away, giving up, so you and Jim go into the room that’s furthest away from anyone else. Once he locks the door, you look around. The room is completely mirrored, you can see yourself from every angle, reflected infinitely from mirror to mirror. Jim looks at you and you smile a little. “Turn around, beautiful.” He tells you, and you do so immediately. He slowly unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the ground. His lips press against your neck and you shiver, partially due to the sudden change in body temperature, and partially due to the contact with him. By his order, you’re not wearing any lingerie today, so you’re completely naked, staring at yourself in the mirror, with him behind you, staring at you in the mirror too. You smile a little. “Dear God, you are a beautiful specimen, aren’t you?” His eyes drink you in, every little exposed inch of your body. Regardless of your flaws, he will always find you stunningly beautiful, perfect.

“Thank you, darling.” You giggle lightly as his hands run over your breasts and tugs at your now-hard nipples. He kisses your neck, biting down softly. You moan a little, and lean your body back into him. He moves his mouth to your collar bone and kisses wetly across it. “Oh, Jim…” You whisper. He gently pushes you against the mirror, so your face is up against it.

“Stay there, my beautiful girl.” He reaches down, you watch him in the mirror, and gets the skirt. “Try it on, baby.” He hands it to you. You put it on slowly, purposfully bending all the way down, giving him a full view of your ass.

“Do me up, babe?” You ask, tease in your voice. He zips you up and looks at your reflection.

“That’s lovely on you.” He smiles. The skirt is very, very short – of course he’d like it. You sigh and laugh.

“Thank you, dear.” You suddenly feel his slap on your butt. You gasp. “Jim!”

“Y/N!” He mocks your tone of voice with a grin. He pushes you against the wall once more, except this time in the corner, so that your hands are on both walls and you’re bent over. You hear his zipper and your breath hitches.

“Here?! Really?” You ask, your voice a loud whisper.

“Yes, really.” You watch his smile in the reflection. You move your hands lower down the walls so you have better support to hold your body. He smacks you again and you grit your teeth.

“Jim, you bad man…” You laugh lightly. You love how bad he is -  it’s a massive, massive turn on for you. You feel his erection press against your leg. Damn.

“You love me really.”

“I do.”

“Good girl.” He strokes your ass and kisses down your spine. His member teases your hole and your heart is in your mouth. “I’m so hard for you.”

“You should be.” You retort, making him smile.

He suddenly fills you. You don’t expect it, so you shout out. “Shush, shush, baby. We’re in a shop, remember?” He asks, laughing.

“Oh yeah….” You giggle and as you move, you feel your body move against his penis, moving it further inside of you. He then begins properly, going in and out, in and out, slowly. Damn, it feels good, you feel so full – full of him, this man that you love more than anything else. His one hand holds across your stomach, so he doesn’t fall, and the other goes further south, massaging your button almost mercilessly. His fingers spread you and enter you and you bite you lip trying not to shout out. He puts a third finger in you and you feel the stretch. Heat builds up inside you and each time he thrusts fully into you, you see stars. You both moan and groan and pant loudly, louder than you should in a public place.

“Cl-close?” He asks, his sweat dripping onto your back.

“Y-Y- Ah! Jim! Fuck!” You come without warning, and he does too, immediately after, shouting your name in one incoherent moan. You stay there for a moment, panting, and see the white substance dripping down your inner thigh slowly. You close your eyes and are vaguely aware of his hands on your leg.

“Lick.” He whispers, his fingers by your mouth. Upon further inspection, you see that he has collected some of his sperm on them. “Lick them, baby girl.” You grab his fingers and suck on them hard. You love how he tastes. “There’s my good girl.” He smiles against your bare skin, and stands you up properly, turning you around to kiss you passionately.

“YOU TWO GET OUT NOW!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door. You’ve been caught.

“What a shame…” Moriarty mutters, holding your new skirt out to look at it. “We didn’t even get a chance to try on the top.”



THE END

1 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU
WORD COUNT: 3,568 ?

WARNINGS: SWEARING, FEELS, ANGST, SMUT 

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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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One, two or three?

Word count: 4,049

Warning: smut

Request: Kai makes you orgasm three times with his magic while talking on the phone

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Rays of sunshine shone down on your naked body, only your bottom half covered with white covers. You slowly fluttered open your eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light in the room and as you moved, the tension was still present in your legs, feeling weak and as if you wouldn’t have the strenght to get up because of a late night encounter you had shared with Kai. You and Kai have been dating for a while, but the attraction between you two has still been present until this day, sometimes unable to keep your hands off each other and last night was one of those days. Kai has always loved the way you reacted to his touch, to his long fingers slowly tracing all over your body while his lips kissed every square inch od your exposed skin, making sure every part of you was equally loved from his side as he worshiped your naked body and always made sure you knew you were his only. You got up, watching how a sheet that was wrapped around you slowly fell down on the floor, covering your feet before you stepped out of it and headed to the bathroom, warm water running in the shower as you stepped in, letting it caress your body, droplets of water cascading perfectly down your sensitive skin. A feeling of hot water reaching a spot between your legs made you flinch a little bit, slight pain traveling through your legs. You traced your hands all over your body as you remembered exactly how Kai’s hands felt on your skin last night and how he brought you to your high repeatedly.

His fingers traced your body, making sure you felt him on your ass, his body pushing you into the counter in the bathroom, the mirror placed in front of you giving you a perfect view on his face behind you and how his teeth sinked into his bottom lip and then releasing it, making your arousal drip down your thigh. He tugged at your light lacey nightgown, reaching just below your ass but it being transparent, Kai was able to see everything, including your hard nipples and how they gotten harder every time his lips brushed against your ear.

‘You look so damn sexy. I could fuck you right now. So slow and so deep. My big cock stretching you out so beautifully. You just have to say the words.’ His raspy and quiet voice so slowly slipped into your ear, a wet patch adorning your panties from his words.

'I’m s- oh my god.’ He pushed two fingers into you swiftly, moving them in a scissor’s motion, your walls tightening around him as if they were trying to keep him inside as much as possible, dying for Kai to finger fuck you right there and then.

'What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you properly. Could you- say that again maybe?’ His lips brushed on your ear, his tongue leaving s wet stripe on your ear and then suckling on your earlobe. 'Open your eyes, babe. Look at how beautiful you look.’ You struggled, the way his fingers moved inside you making you just want to keep your eyes closed but you knew that he would punish you by delaying your orgasm over and over again until you were a wet and frustrated mess under his touch.

'I’m so-sorry.’ A chuckled echoed through the moan filled bathroom, your eyes locked on the mirror, watching how Kai’s lips parted every time your walls clenched around him.

'Sorry for what?’ Flows of frustration kept colliding through your body. Especially when you saw a big smirk on his face and an expression that said “I know how I make you feel and I know you love it”. You hated that he had such control over your body, but then at the same time, that was all you wanted him to do because he did it so damn well.

'Sorry for w-wearing lace panties a-and short skirts when you are working on s-something important.’ You stuttered and almost screamed out when you felt him adding another finger inside your body, stretching you out even more. 'F-fuck.’

'No cussing. Control that pretty little mouth of yours.’ He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips, coating them in your juices before he pressed them on your clit, making small and fast figure eights. He used his other hand to grab your chin and roughly turn your head to one side to press his lips on yours, gathering your arousal from your lips as if it was the tastiest icing on a cake. He drove you mad just by pleasuring you with his fingers and with his words. What his cock was able to do to you was something completely different, something you have never experienced in your life before.

'And why did I made you apologize for that?’

'Because it’s distracting.’ Your fists clenched the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white from a tight grip. 'Kai, please.’ Eyelids on your eyes started closing as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching, your walls contracting at the pleasure that was about to come.

'Look how beautiful you look when you cum. So damn gorgeous.’ Your eyes somehow opened again, Kai’s fingers flickering on your clit. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, your orgasm slowly but perfectly tearing through your body. Every cell in your body was shaking from an intense release and it had gotten pretty tough to stand when your legs started shaking like every single time he finger fucked you, no matter in what room, everything around you went blury. 'Such a good girl.’ He licked his fingers clean again and made a popping sound when he pulled them out of his mouth, his tongue gathering the rest from his lips.

'Now-’ he slammed his clothed crotch into your ass, his hardness evident on your body, making a moan escape your mouth. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock, pushing his hips into your hand as much as he could. 'Look what you did to me. I fucking need you.’

'Kai’ the only thing you had managed to do was moan out his name, your voice barely audible.

'I’m gonna make you feel so good.’ The weight of his body pressed on your back, your hips grinding into his clothed crotch. 'But you can’t cum until I say you can. Understand?’ You kept quiet, knowing that if you even tried to say anything, the only thing that would escape your mouth would be a moan and because of your silence, Kai’s hand harshly met your right buttcheek, the sound of a dull sound echoing through the bathroom. You flinched at a slight sting on your skin, but it only made you wetter than you already were. 'I asked something. Understand?’ You nodded your head and the next thing you felt was Kai burrying himself deep inside you.

You walked out of your room slowly and even though it seemed impossible, your legs were still weak after so many hours of sleeping. You felt as if you were running a marathon and then didn’t stretch well after. You put on your favourite black lace panties and Kai’s favourite black shirt that reached the middle of your thighs, covering your ass perfectly.

'What? No! Of course they can’t do that!’ He nodded his head at you and smiled, but his smile quickly disapeared and was replaced by his frown, his hand resting on his hip. You sat down on the sofa and pulled your legs up, crossing them. 'Because I put that spell on and they better not mess with anyone’s life just to prove that they can after all, beat me at everything. They can’t.’

Who was he talking about? You thought to yourself, your brows furrowing in confussion. You reached to the coffee table in front of you and picked up one of the books.

'If they want my help, they should just ask, I don’t bite. Well, actually, sometimes I do.’ He laughed at his own joke, making you roll your eyes and hope that he didn’t see that. You burried your nose deep into the book and completely shut yourself out of whatever Kai was rambling about. 'Of course, like tha-that’s possible.’ He stuttered when he saw what you were wearing. He plopped himself down on the couch and let out a deep sigh as he adjusted his pants and himself on the couch, trying to focus on the phone call. You have completely dozed off but you snaped out off your mind and your book when you felt a familiar feeling on your skin. You shot a glance towards Kai and saw his index finger moving around. The way he kept circling his finger in the air was exactly what you felt on your skin.

He’s using magic. Again.

He kept going higher, an invisible finger gently tracing your bare thigh, shivers rolling down your spine. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you didn’t know why. That was until you figured out what you were wearing.

Fuck!’ You cussed under your breath and prepared yourself to get up only to be pushed down again by his magic. His index finger swayed from side to side, gesturing a simple no.

'Yes, that’s exactly what we want to do.’ He kept talking while his invisible finger traced your bare skin again, but this time it didn’t stop at your thigh. He traced it all the way to your wet core, circling around the wet patch on your black panties, making your arousal drip even more before he slipped his finger inside you, stretching you out like always. You dropped your head back on the pillows behind you and parted your mouth, all the words that you read in such a short period of time, completely vanishing from your mind. Kai’s words quickly turned into a simple background mumbling as your senses completely went numb. It had never occured to you that magic could be used in that way, but when you met Kai, you had a chance to learn a lot of new things, things you never knew existed, including pleasuring someone with magic. As much as he loved using it in the bedroom and around the house, he never stopped there. There were times when he used magic on you when you were sitting in the booth at Mystic Grill. His eyes bored into yours while he was getting you closer to your release as seconds passed, watching how you struggled to keep your moans quiet or inside your body, fighting to scream out. A familiar smirk has always adorned his face and he knew that once you and him get home, he would have his way with you, fucking you into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him adding another finger, grazing against your walls and making scissor motion to stretch you out. Your juices covered his fingers completely, your walls embracing them so naturally, like they belonged inside you. You shot a glance towards him and saw him shaking his head no, meaning you had to be quiet. You hated him for it but you were also eager to reach your orgasm as you felt the pleasure slowly gathering up in your body. You spread your legs apart, giving Kai a perfect view on your laced panties, and threw your head back again.

'Just a second-’ he murmured and pressed his phone to his chest, his finger still moving, matching the actions that you felt inside your body. He slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked towards you as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your ear, his fingers circling at a slow pace inside you. 'You have to be quiet, unless you want someone to hear your perfect little moans.’ His words traveled all the way down to your heat, making your walls contract again and a quiet moan to escape your mouth. 'Every time you let out a moan, I will add it to the scale of how hard I’m gonna fuck you later.’ He pulled back and looked at you, a big grin plastered on his face. He was proud of himself because he knew what those words did to you and how turned on you were at that moment. He loved torturing you with his words and how his invisible fingers kept pleasuring you without losing their perfect rhythm, drove you completely crazy. You watched him plopping himself back on the couch and putting the phone to his ear to continue his conversation. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself and sank your teeth hard into your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from screaming out loud but once your legs started shaking and your orgasm tearing through your body, a loud moan escaped your plump lips. Kai’s lips curled up into a smile as he lifted his index finger up, gesturing a number one on a scale. You were a complete mess, your heart beating so fast that you had a feeling that it would jump out of your chest and into your lap, your legs feeling like jello, shivers rolling dwn your spine. You let out a big sigh, feeling relaxed when you felt Kai’s invisible fingers leaving your body, only to be pushed inside you again just a few seconds later.

'Kai..’ you whispered and watched him how he shifted in his seat and adjusted his zipper and his pants, his prominent erection visible through his black pants. After a few moments he stopped moving them, but they were still inside you, your tight walls wrapped around them and your eyes locked on Kai who was still on his phone. You wanted to get up and jump on his lap, take his phone out of his hand and beg him to fuck you right there but it was impossible to get up. It was as if someone had glued your body to the sofa, your arms the only parts of your body that were free to move.

'Tomorrow. I’m going to be pretty busy today.’ He trailed off and smiled, making sure that you understood what he meant by that. His fingers slowly started moving inside you again, but instead of circling them around, he started pumping them in and out of you, his knuckle brushing on your clit, making a loud moan escape your mouth. He lifted his index finger and then his middle one, again gesturing a number two on a scale. The air almost left your lungs causing your breath to hitch and your teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. You pushed your nails into the sofa, hoping there won’t be any holes because of your hard action. Kai looked like he was utterly fine with seeing you like that, falling apart under his magic, fighting to hold back your moans, but besides a very obvious bulge in his pants, his breathing had also turned faster and shallow, his leg bouncing up and down which you knew he only did when he was nervous and really turned on. You smirked at him, his brows furrowing in confussion, clearly lost as to why you smirked at him while his fingers were destroying you into pieces. You dropped your head back and closed your eyes as your second orgasm slowly tore through your body, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

You could still feel his fingers inside you, but they weren’t moving. They stayed inside your heat, your juices slowly dripping down on Kai’s shirt, your hands covering your face when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. He was going for a third orgasm. Your legs were numb and if you even tried to stand up, you would end up collapsing on the soft carpet. You felt tears burning in your eyes because of too much pleasure and because it was so hard to take it but it was always like that with Kai. He never stopped at one orgasm. He would push you to the edge over and over until you were a screaming mess underneath his touch. The pressure on your clit was getting a bit firmer, a feeling of someone pinching it made you scream out, but you quickly covered your mouth, not because of the person Kai was talking to on the phone, but because you knew what Kai would do to you once he’s finished. Your eyes fell down to his clothed crotch, his bulge looking bigger than before. He was dying to unbutton his pants and take his cock out only to burry it deep inside you and show you that you’re his only and that you really shouldn’t tease him with your lace panties. You slowly started feeling your third high coming closer, a few white stars flashing before your eyes.

'See you tomorrow then.’ The raspiness in his voice turned you on even more. He hung up and placed his phone on the coffee table, his eyes finally finding yours. 'How close are you?’ He asked quietly, a loud moan escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. Dammit. He did it on purpose, knowing that you won’t be able to keep your moans inside your body as he showed a number three with his fingers. Another orgasm tore through your body, your breath hitching in your throat and your toes curling in pleasure, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You finally felt the magic leaving your body, your whole being feeling as if you were melting on the sofa and slowly sliding down to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Kai’s face that was unbelievably close to you, his blue eyes a shade darker, filled with lust and desire. He chuckled under his breath and wrapped your arms around your body as he picked you up and carried you towards the couch. He placed you down slowly, your back resting against big pillows.

'What did I say about wearing lace when I’m working?’ His voice sounded so sexy, so desirable and even though you knew the answer to that question, you couldn’t get yourself to utter out a few simple words. 'Nothing?’

'Please, Kai.’ It sounded like you were holding back your tears, frustration and exhaustion colliding through you, your body in need of Kai’s incredible sex. He placed his finger on his lips and made a shhh sound, his eyes closing for a second.

'We said, no wearing those babies when I’m working. It’s distracting and it’s making me hard, so damn hard.’ He cupped his crotch, your eyes following his hand and watching his actions. In a split second, he pushed your legs apart and tugged at the shirt you were wearing, ripping it off in one swift move.

'That was my favourite one.’

'You know what’s my favourite thing? This right here.’ He placed his finger on your heat, some of your juices transferring from your panties onto his fingertips. 'So damn wet and all because of me.’ He quickly leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your crotch before he ripped them into pieces, your glorious naked body all exposed to him. 'Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?’ He trailed his fingers through your folds. 'Do you want me to eat you out and then fuck you slowly or do you want me to fuck you now, but roughly and so damn deeply?’ You groaned out at his words as they traveled all the way to the place you needed him the most.

'Fuck me now!’ It was more of a shout than a quiet answer and he wasted no time in taking all of his clothes off, ripping his boxers into pieces and letting his thick and long cock spring free, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip.

'As you wish.’ He spread your legs even more apart and knelt down, his cock perfectly alligned with your entrance. He slammed himself into you roughly, a scream that escaped your mouth echoing through the living room. Without any hesitation, he thrusted deep, rough and fast, your breath hitching with his every rough thrust. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he started jamming your hips onto his. He was being rough with you as he was a couple of times before. It felt so good to have him inside you, to feel him stretch you out so perfectly and to fill you up over and over again.

'I can’t get enough of you. How?’ He whispered and suddenly picked you up as he was careful to stay burried inside you while he laid you on the couch and got on top of you, your leg resting on his hip. 'You feel so damn good wrapped around me.’ He burried his face into the crook of your neck while his hips kept thrusting roughly into you, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. 'This is where I want to be. Burried so deep inside you.’ He whispered in your ear and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth gently, your back arching at a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach.

'I can’t-’

'Yes you can. Do it for me, let yourself go, baby.’ He groaned out and only a few thrusts were needed for you to fall apart underneath him, you walls embracing his thick shaft like it was made to be there. His cock kept slamming relentlessly into you as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you with no mercy, a stinging feeling finding it’s place between your legs. A single tear rolled down your cheek and your nails dug deeply into Kai’s back, his blood finding it’s way to the surface. Only one more clench of your walls was needed for Kai’s orgasm to be triggered, his warm liquid spilling inside your heat, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you as he propped himself up on his elbows, his face only an inch from your face.

'Fuck.’ He uttered out, a sudden laugh from both of you echoing through the living room.

'I know.’ He pulled himself out, your body flinching up a little bit.

'Does it hurt?’ It was as if it was a completely different person. Just a minute ago he was a sex god, penetrating you like there was no tomorrow and now, he was a sweet human being, concerned about your well being.

'Just a little bit, but I can take it.’ You rolled on top of him, your legs on each side of his waist.

'No sex for you for at least five days.’

'Yeah…’ you rolled off him and grabbed a blanket that was on the couch, wrapping it around your naked body. 'Good luck with that.’ His eyes widened and his brows furrowed in confussion.

'You think I can’t go five days without sex?’

'I know you can’t.’ He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back.

'Watch me.’ He said confidently as a smirk grew bigger on your face. You pulled yourself out off his grip and jumped down on the floor, a blanket falling down at your feet.

'No. You watch me.’ You pointed at him and then at you before you tripped over your own feet, still feeling a little weak and started walking away from him slowly, your naked body fully exposed to him. 'I will walk around the house naked from now on.’ You turned your head just enough for your eyes to catch a glimpse of him.

'Fuck, you’re so sexy!’ You screamed when you saw him jumping over the couch, wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. 'There are some other things we can do for fun.’ He winked at you, a quiet chuckle escaping your body as he carried you into the room you and him shared, not planning on leaving the house for the rest of the day.

2am

Originally posted by jkguks


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Genre: Roommate/Best Friend, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Dedication/Inspiration: @taetimewithsuga

The majority of the world’s population would agree with the quote “Nothing good happens after 2am.” but for Y/N… nothing bad ever happened after 2am. The wee hour of the morning consisted of laughs. deep conversations, tons of junk food, and sometimes even harmless food fights with her roommate and best friend Jungkook. Their 2am’s never resulted in not so innocent touches, or an awkward morning of waking up naked next to someone who was supposed to be sleeping in the next room over. For 4 years they became more alive at 2am. the weekend habit of staying up together way past 2am soon became tradition. They spoke of thier pasts, thier present and what they wished to be in their future. They talked of relationships, friendships, and hardships.

 Nothing bad ever happened after 2am….

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The cool tiled floor sent a shiver up your spine as you made your way to Jungkook’s bedroom door.

“Kookie?” You whispered from the doorway walking quietly to the bed that held a sleeping Jungkook. The blankets rustled for a quick moment before he lifted it as an invitation for you to join him in a good nights slumber. Without hesitation you wiggled your way under the covers facing his heavy eyes and half awake bunny smile.

“What was it tonight?” He asked, his words coated in sleep and concern.

“Level 7 nightmare.”

“Turn around.” You turned to face the wall as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chest to your back, his soft breath hitting your neck. This concept wasnt foreign to you; Jungkook allowing you to sleep with him after a bad nightmare or a sudden wave of loneliness that is too overwhelming to sleep alone. Sometimes even he would come and crawl into bed with you if he had something on his mind that was too much for him to handle alone. Its just the kind of friends yall were.

“Thank you kookie..” you whispered softly as sleep began to creep up on you and claim you as its own.

“Shhh Y/N. Just sleep, the nightmares are gone now.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze as yall both dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

The Saturday sun peeking in through Jungkook’s blinds had no effect on either one of you due to the lack of plans laid out for the day. You tossed and turned a bit before eventually burying your face in your roomates chest to try and make the sun go away.

A groan had left the boys mouth as he pulled the blanket over yalls head and adjusted his eyes to you in his chest.

“Y/N-ah, tell the sun to leave.” He whined playing with your hair until you let out a sleepy chuckle and met his brown eyes. “I cant tell the sun to leave but I can tell you to leave and to stop hogging all the mother fucking blankets.” Without any hesitation you shoved the brown haired boy off the bed causing him to land with a thud. You threw your head against his pillow and erupted with laughter at his shocked expression. You looked over at him and watched as his wide eyed expression changed to a forced frown and squinted eyes. Ready for revenge.

“OH ITS ON KID!” He shouted jumping onto the bed and finding every tickle spot he knew you had, he tickled you until you were laughing so hard no sound was coming out, and tears ran down your cheeks. “I hate you Jeon Jungkook. I really hate you.” You muttered standing up and walking towards the door.

“And I really love you too Y/N Y/L/N. I really love you too.”

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“Y/N?” His voice echoed laced with excitement, you quickly rushed to the door; in your bunny shorts and and black tanktop, with a smile to match his.

“Whats with the wine?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows knowing damn well he only brings home wine when its accompanied by good news.

“Tonight, we drink like kings! We celebrate my new found glory, we celebrate the profound news.. of me.. getting handed… A PRODUCERS CARD! HE HEARD ME SINGING IN THE CAFE AND HE STOPPED ME AND TOLD ME HOW GOOD I AM AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM IF I AM INTRESTED IN PURSUING MUSIC!”

You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as a congratulations and kissed his cheek softly. “Jungkookie, I am so happy for you! Today we do celebrate like kings, tonight we have our famous Jungkook/ Y/N game nights and drink…..the oh mighty bottle.” You looked up at your roomate only to see his mouth slightly drop open and his eyes get as big as golf balls.

“You mean-”

“Yes. I mean we are drinking Chateau Latour 1990.” You skipped over to the kitchen unaware of the quick stares your best friend gave you as you turned.

“But y/n, you said when we moved in you were saving it for the day one of us gets engaged.”

“This is big for you Jungkook. Its huge. I want to treat you like a king in celebration… you deserve it.” Before he could reply you reached for the 1990’s bottle that was set on the highest shelf; your shirt riding up in the back reveling a good amount of your bare back. Jungkook’s eyes raked over your body slowly before he quickly looked a way and mumbled that he was going to change quickly.

While you poured the glasses of wine, and grabbed some blankets from the hall closet you smiled as you heard footsteps headed towards the living room. Jungkook sat down beside you and together yall began the night thst you knew wouldnt be over till after 2.

Jungkook closed his eyes while he took another sip of the dark, complex smelling liquid. Your eyes traveled from his slightly messy hair down to his nicely fit white tshirt , that perfectly complemented his wonderful muscles. It wasnt unusual to stare in awe at the boy sitting next to you, you did that quite alot to be honest knowing exactly why you felt the need to.

Hours went by as yall made yalls way to the bottom of the bottle, laughing at eachothers drunken jokes and bad puns.

“Y/n, you are such a loud drunk.” Jungkook laughed falling over and clutching his stomach.

“You are an ass Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted jumping ontop of him and tickling him where you knew he was ticklish, causing his laughter to increase.

Not realizing that you were straddling your best friend, you shifted until he remained perfectly still, and earned a groan from him. “Oh my god kookie, I’m not even tickling you anymore. Stop groaning.” You laughed causing a slight movement ontop of him. “Y/n.” He groaned again. The laughter ceased to exist as you looked down at the boy and yalls position, before you could realize he wasnt groaning because of the tickling you felt him slightly raise his hips to meet your core. You felt his memeber slightly harden underneath you as you looked down to see his brown eyes darken and his lip caught between his perfect teeth.

Everything felt so unreal, the way his hands ran all over youe body, the way his pink lips attached themselves to your most sensitive of areas, the way yalls moans mixed in beautifuly with each others, but by the time you laid naked next to your best friend, your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.

3am. Nothing good happens after 2am.

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Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself sleeping in the living which never usually happens. You sat up quickly, the blanket falling from your chest allowing a cool breeze to hit. Why do I feel a breeze? You thought. You slowly looked down at your naked body letting out a loud shriek and having realization hit you in the face.

I slept with Jungkook? I kissed Jungkook? My best friend.. I slept with my best friend. My best friend who stole my heart sometime 4 years ago. I slept with him. What if this ruins our friendship? What if he wakes up disgusted that he slept with me?

You quickly sprung off the couch grabbing all your clothes and racing towards your room.

Me: Taehyungie, meet me at the café asap. Its urgent.

You typed as fast as your fingers would let you, slipping on some jeans and a baggy shirt as if you were trying to hide what you had done the nigh prior. Walking over to your mirror to examine the damage done, you gasped as your fingers grazed the numerous dark purple love bites all along your neck.

He sure did mark me good.

Taehyungie: Already on my way precious. I’ll order us some coffee.

Me: Thanks Tae. Prepare for an ear full..

Taehyungie: Baby girl, I’m always ready.

You and Taehyung met a year before you met Jungkook; he was the sill friend that was always up for anything. He was a child in a grown mans body, obsessed with the idea that fun should never die due to the age you are.

You quickly covered the marks as best as you could before you raced out the front door and headed towards the local café, not even stealing a glance at the adorable bunny boy still sound asleep on the couch.

“Okay so you had sex with Jungkook. The boy you have been in love with for a year now, and you stormed out of the house like there was a fire?!” Taehyung asked questioning why you felt the need to run away. He was never the kind of person to run away from his issues, or beat around the bush; he faced them head on and bluntly.

“Tae, you don’t understand-” Taehyung reached over the table and grabbed both your hands in his.

“No y/n, you don’t understand. You are 24 years old and are still so scared of possibilities, you run and hide the minute you get scared when you should be taking life by the balls. You love this boy and you wont ever know if he loves you too until you tell him. You are a beautiful girl and one hell of a friend, if he doesn’t share the same feelings then he is stupid. BUT even if he doesn’t share the same feelings yall can talk about it and keep everything like it was.”

He was right.

“Nothing good happens after 2am..” you mumbled taking a long sip of your Vanilla Coffee.

“I’m not so sure. 2am was always you and Jungkook’s golden hour, and while this time something unexpected happened it still made you work up the courage to tell him how you feel. Its a big step you are taking because of the events that happened after 2am. 2am events are only bad if you make them that way.”

“Tae, how did you become so wise?”

“My hyung’s can be aright sometimes.” He winked, causing you to chuckle and take a deep breathe.

Your phone buzzed softly in your hand as you exited the café, giving Taehyung a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

Kookie: I’m not sure where you went, or when you left.. but whenever you can, could you please come home. We can’t just ignore what happened last night.

Me: I’m actually on my way home right now.

Kookie: Okay.

“K-Kookie?” You managed to shout. You heard rustling up stairs and slowly followed the noise. You followed the noise all the way to his room and stopped. You froze in your tracks scared to meet the face on the other side of the door, without another thought you slowly turned the door handle and peeked inside.

“Jungkook?”

You gasped as he turned around, noticing three dark purple marks on his neck, his hair was still slightly messy, his lips were curved into a tight smile.

“Y/n.”

You walked forward and met his eyes that were slightly watery causing you too pull him into a tight hug; the tales of yesterday not even coming to mind.

“What’s wrong Kookie.?” The silence that followed that question lasted up to a good minute before his eyes latched onto yours

“Don’t leave me y/n. Its okay if you regret it, or if you don’t love me back but please don’t leave me. Even if this is a mistake to you I don’t want our friendship to suffer or change. I -”

If you don’t love me too?

Did he just say too?

You made your way to him and placed a chaste kiss on his slightly quivering lips. “It- It wasn’t a mistake….I don’t regret it. Granted I do wish we weren’t slightly drunk.” you confessed looking everywhere but at him.

He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes and took a deep breath.

“Y/n, 4 years we have lived together and in those four years I have watched you fall for the wrong guys, I’ve watched you cry and laugh, I’ve slept in your bed just as many times as you slept in mine… during these four years I’ve grown to love you more then a friend. I noticed the way your eyes crinkle in the corners when you laugh, the way you hate making eye contact when your nervous, the way you are scared of everything except me. I watched you slowly fall in love with me at the same pace I fell in love with you. I wasn’t sure if you loved me until you left so early this morning to run away from this. You never run away unless your scared and in that moment I knew you were running away from the possibility of ruining our friendship because you were scared I didn’t love you back.“  He searched your eyes for any sign of confirmation that you had heard him correctly and as though something took over your body, you pressed your body against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Kiss me Kookie. Kiss me sober.” With no hesitation he pressed his perfect rose pink lips against yours and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. His lips moved at a perfect pace with yours, only fitting more perfectly together as time went on. After what felt to be ages but was actually a few seconds you pulled away to be greeted by the bunny smile you loved so much.

“I love you Jeon Jungkook. I really love you.” You whispered burying your face in his marked up neck.

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I still stand by what I said about how Nothing bad happens after 2am, because really its all up to you. Granted our love story started off like a cliché show where the pair doesn’t know they are in love, nor do they do anything to fix it so their complicated romance lasts for 8 seasons until FINALLY the end up together. We took it upon ourselves to speak up and skip past the remaining seasons. Life is too short to wait and wonder, sometimes you have to take life by the balls.. you have to speak up before its too late.

So as I lay here with my head resting on Jungkook’s chest and his arms stay wrapped around my waist as we whisper sweet nothings to each other I thank the bottle of wine that made us act upon our most secret desires. I thank Jungkook for speaking up and handling this like the adult he is. I thank the cliché shows, and stupid phrases that made me what to prove them wrong.

Nothing bad happens after 2 am if you know how to handle it.

(This is my first fan fiction in SUCH a long time. I’m so sorry if it sucks.)

Yes, Father. (Priest! Jason Todd x Reader) ~Smut

Requested: Nah

A/N:…….fucking christ. Um, I’m not religious so don’t take this literally. I have to say though, i enjoyed writing every single part of this. I got this idea from my wonderful friends on tumblr who all like science (Inside joke, those of you who aren’t in the chat wouldn’t know).

*****WARNINGS: SIN!!! PURE SIN!!!! THIS IS FUCKING SINFUL OH MY FUCK I TRULY BELONG IN HELL FOR THIS!!! LIKE BRO IF YOU’RE SUPER RELIGIOUS PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CAUSE YALL GON BE FUCKING IN CHURCH!!!

Summary: You go to confession to spill out all of the feelings you have for your pastor, Father Jason. Turns out, you were confessing to him without realizing it. Things get heated once he confronts you about the things you want him to do to you.

Word Count: 2,798

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @tim-help @avengerdragoness @kazuha159

I couldn't wait for the 666 so here ya go xD

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It was eating you alive. These feelings, these thoughts. You never knew why you started feeling this way when you’re around him.

When you’re supposed to be praying during Sunday mass, you’d think about the different ways he would touch you inappropriately. It drove you crazy every time you go to Church. You started wearing skirts above the knees, which were considered inappropriate in the presence of God, but at this point, God wasn’t your first priority anymore.

Father Jason is the sweetest man you’ve ever met. He’s not like any other priest here in Gotham. He actually uses the church donations for charity, not for himself like the corrupted priests out there.

You felt guilty. You knew you had to do something about this guilt. Confession was your only hope. Maybe it’ll help your sinful thoughts go away.

It was your first time confessing. You sighed as you opened the doors to the empty Church. You placed your purse on one of the near by pews and made your way to the Confession box. You opened the door and sat inside in the dark, waiting for one of the Fathers to arrive. You heard Father Jason couldn’t make it in today so you took this opportunity to confess to someone else.

You looked at your surroundings. On your left was a purple heavy curtain that was going to hide your complete embarrassment. 

You gulped when you heard someone open the door on the other side of the curtain. You waited for a moment but remembered the words you had to say in order to start, “Bless me Father for I have sinned.”

The Father whispered, “Go on.” You couldn’t tell who’s voice it was because of the curtain. 

You felt your heart race. Was this a good idea? “I’ve been having terrible thoughts, Father.”

The silence told you to keep going, “I don’t know when it started, but all I know is that I want to be with Father Jason in ways that should damn me to Hell.”

You told the Father everything, every detail. From your filthy fantasies to the rough way you wanted Jason to treat you, “I want him to treat me like his own personal slut but I also want to be the one he loves.” When you finished you waited for the Father’s response, but nothing was said.

“Uh, Father?” Was that too much? Are you still going to Hell?

You heard him clear his throat, “You are forgiven.”

You let out a suffering sigh and said thank you through the curtain. You stepped out of the confession box and scurried to the exit, grabbing your purse as you left.

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3 Things Normal People Don't Think are Beautiful but Harry Does. (If Only when Draco is Involved With Them)

Late late late but still happening omg school starts tomorrow

Yeah lmao not gonna go for le excuses just gonna write this sin k

Gonna make this shit angsty… lmao just kidding

For @perfectlyprongs
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Well, Harry Potter is different. Not just because he’s the Git Who Lived and he defeated Volde-more-butterbeer-please, but… let’s just say he has weird taste.

He sees things in a different light, particularly when they involve Draco Malfoy. He finds things beautiful that others… well, they just don’t understand it. The first of which, being Draco himself.

Now, if you had suggested that Harry find Draco even remotely attractive during his first year, he would have steadfast denied it. I mean, Malfoy? Attractive? No way in hell. Sure, his hair was nice… he rather liked that bleach blonde, and it perfectly suited that pale, aristocratic skin. His eyes, cold and grey as stone, reflected candlelight and sparkled like smoky Quartz. He was the perfect height; just a bit taller than the lanky Harry himself, and his pointy features looked to be chiseled from stone.

Okay, fine. He was quite attractive, and Harry obviously wasn’t the only one to think so. Girls would blush as he walked past, particularly during third year when the Malfoy heir ditched the gel for letting his soft hair take a more natural shape. They would giggle and whisper, and he always had that damn Pansy Parkinson hanging off his arm… not that Harry noticed.

But when Harry talks about finding Malfoy beautiful when no one else does, he isn’t talking about looks.

The first time Harry actually falls in love with Draco’s personality is when he comes back for 8th year, and apologizes to him for everything he’d done.

He’d walked up to Harry in the Great Hall, and asked to speak to the Savior in private. Harry’d looked to his friends, who seemed worried, but decided to go anyway after seeing the pleading look on the other man’s face. He looked broken; his pale skin gaunt, eyes dulled, bruises on his face and neck, cuts on his hands. Yet, he still attempted to look put together.

“Harry…” He’d said, looking to the stone floor of the empty classroom they’d found themselves in. “I know you have no reason to forgive me. Hell, you have no reason to listen to me right now. But, I got you here, and I better not waste the time I have.” He took a deep breath and looked to Harry, who hadn’t moved, green eyes wide behind circular glasses.

And Draco told him everything. Everything. About his father, about the abuse, fear, scars. He showed Harry. Showed him the broken skin; the cuts, the gashes. Told him about the choices he had to make, and how he was so so so sorry but he didn’t know how to leave. Because once you’re a Death Eater, the only way out is to be killed.

And still, Harry said nothing.

“God, you fucking prat!” Draco’d yelled, tears filling his eyes, and hands pulling at his hair. Harry jumped, startled. “I’m trying to apologize! I’m- I’m basically professing that I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve and you have nothing to say?!? JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME!” He screamed, running for the door, tears streaming down his face because God, he thought he was so stupid. That it was such a horrible idea, and how else did he expect that to go?

And then Harry’s hand was around his wrist, pulling the blonde to his chest, which was heaving with his own sobs. The two of them collapsed to the floor, Draco in Harry’s arms. Soon enough, he’d sat up, wiping the tears from Harry’s cheek with his thumb.

“God, Potter. You’re such a sap.” He’d said with a smile, and kissed the black haired Wonder Boy. That’s when Harry found Draco’d personality to be just as beautiful as his looks.
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Another thing Harry found beautiful was blood. Not aesthetic blood, but real blood.

Like, for example, blood running down Draco’s lip when he bit it too hard while the other man was pressed to the wall of the restricted section at two in the morning, invisibility cloak forgotten on the floor whilst their oil lantern cast dancing shadows over their intertwined bodies.

See, that’s not how the two had kissed up until that point. Their kisses were usually shy and playful, considering that Harry was just growing into his sexuality, and Draco came from a traditional pureblood family; where would he have learned how to kiss? They were in a newer relationship; if new was considered four months. It was January, and the “Gay Couple of Hogwarts” had decided to go for a midnight (two am; whatever) stroll through the castle. They somehow ended up in the restricted section, and one thing led to another.

“Fuck, Harry. Where did you learn to kiss like this?” Draco sighed against Harry’s lips, and felt them curl into a smile.

“No idea. Maybe-” He started kissing down Draco’s neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “from Ron and Hermione feeling the need to snog whenever I’m in the room”

“God, I’ve never been so thankful for Weasley.” Draco basically moaned the words; I mean how could he not, with Harry’s hot mouth biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder, robes pushed aside and velvety skin on display.

Soon enough, lips were on lips again, hands in hair… and on arse.

“Fuck!” The obscenity left Draco’s lips when Harry bit down on his lip in reaction to the Slytherin groping his ass. Harry’s eyes widened and he pulled back immediately, taking Draco’s porcelain face in his hand and seeing a small drop of blood drip down his lover’s swollen lip.

His eyes grew darker and darker with every millimeter it slipped, until he licked it from Draco’s chin. Both men sat still for a moment, before Harry broke the silence.

“You okay?”

“Just kiss me.” Harry of course complied. The tang of blood on his tongue was surprisingly pleasant… surprisingly Draco. He pulled back again, after accidentally opening the small abrasion again, watching the crimson paint its way across Draco’s white chin and pink lips. Breathtaking.

At least until he kissed it away.
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The third thing he found absolutely gorgeous was a bit unconventional.

The two men were alone in the dorm room; Ron and Blaise, their other two roommates were away in Hogsmeade with their girlfriends, and Harry and Draco were definitely making use of the time.

Draco was sprawled across a bed; he didn’t much care who’s it was because Harry was on top of him, ravishing his lips and running his hands under the Slytherin’s white button up. His blonde locks were messier than they had been possibly ever, and his pale hands roamed Harry’s unclothed back, tracing the muscles.

“A-Ah!” He gasped when Harry rubbed up against his covered erection, the fabric giving him basically none of the friction he craved. Harry laughed breathily, peppering kisses on Draco’s neck and face. Draco opened his eyes and stared his boyfriend down. “Get this bloody shirt off of me or I swear to Merlin-”

Draco never got to finish that sentence, because Harry had already ripped the shirt over his head, buttons be damned, and latched his mouth over his hard nipple. Malfoy gasped and arched his back, burying his left hand in Harry’s mess of hair, leaving his right to grip the silky red and silver sheets.

Harry swirled his tongue slowly over the puckered skin, savoring the way Malfoy writhed beneath him, panting and begging for more.

“You want me to…” Harry said as he pulled away from Draco’s red marked chest, eyes flickering to the very obvious bulge in his trousers.

“Do I want you to what?” Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow and sitting up on the edge of the bed, pushing Harry off of him so the Gryffindor was kneeling on the floor, his cock straining against his muggle jeans. Harry rolled his eyes.

“I think you know what I mean-”

“I want you to say it.” Draco said seriously, grey eyes boring into green, causing Harry to blush, but not falter.

“Fine.” Draco once again raised an eyebrow as Harry let out an agitated (yet aroused) breath and palmed himself through his jeans, letting out a little moan at the pressure, and unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them down over his hips. “Draco, I want to suck your cock.” Harry moaned again, licking his lips. Draco sighed while he unbuckled his belt and tugged it off, unbuttoning his slacks and pushing them down so only his grey boxer-briefs were between his cock and open air.

“Do you now? I would never have known.” Harry laughed, reaching toward the blonde and grabbing his hip, teasing his thumb over the waistband of the underwear, poking it just under the elastic.

“God, how I love your cock. So long and thick-” Harry squeezed Draco’s bulge through the underwear, causing his lover to let out a sharp moan. “It doesn’t taste bad either. Tastes just like you.”

“I would hope so.” Draco grunted as Harry finally pulled off the offending article of clothing, causing his cock to spring out and land against his stomach, the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip splattering at the impact. Harry stared at it lustfully, appreciating the delicate curve of the organ, an the sparse trail of white blonde hairs that led from his naval to the base.

“Beautiful.” Harry whispered, carefully taking the flushed tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, Draco throwing his head back and panting and Harry took it deeper and deeper.

“Y-You know, people don’t usually think of- Ah!” Draco moaned sharply as Harry lightly scraped his teeth up his hot shaft. “T-they don’t think of sucking cock as beautiful.” He panted and moaned louder as Harry moved faster and faster. Draco grabbed The Prat Who Lived’s head and viciously fucked his mouth until he came with a scream of “Harry”, sweaty and satisfied.

Harry sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and gently jerking himself beneath his underwear.

“I do.” He said with a smirk as Draco came down to join him, kissing him hard and replacing Harry’s hand with his own.

Forever and Always- Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 3600

Warnings- some cheesy ass fluff, smut, slight daddy kink, swearing, unprotected sex ( wrap it in foil before you check her oil kids) idk what else

AN: SURPRISE!!!!!! With all these new pics and gifs of Dylan at tonights met game I had gained so much inspo! This wasnt really a request but @skepticalstilinski said someone should write about dyl and his jersey so i jumped at the chance! I wrote this in two hours and no its no proofread so sorry for any mistakes. (I just read this myself and I realized I switch between 1st and 2nd POV sooo much. Bare with me and I will try to edit it tmr). 


You and Dylan had been together for 4 years now and you could honestly say that you were head over heels in love with that man. You’ve lived together in a small 2 bedroom, 2 bath house for 2 years now. It was perfect for just the two of you.

Dylan was the type of person who was so chill and laid back. Yes he was famous, but he didn’t let that change who he was, and I loved him more because of it. In my eyes Dylan was just a normal guy. We met in a bar on my 21st birthday. The mets were playing on the tv’s and it was surprisingly quite dead. I was at the bar ordering shots when the Mets had scored a homerun and out of the corner of my eye the brown eyes beauty jumped to his feet, pumping his fist in the air, and hollering at the tv.

“Two shots please!” I yelled out to the man behind the bar. My best friend had ran off to the bathroom and I was now standing alone at the the counter ordering us shots for when she returned. It was pretty dead in here for a Friday night, but then again this place was on the outskirts of town where no one really went.

“Woooo baby!” I heard from across the bar. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a man with his back to me. He has black jeans on, a white mets jersey, and a black hat with the mets logo on it placed backwards on his head. I turned my body to take in his appearance more. He hadn’t turned around yet so I wasn’t able to see his face, but from what I could see from the back of him he was hot. I giggled at the little scene he just made, a smile adorning my lips. It wasn’t meant to be loud It he definitely heard it.

He turned around looking for the culprit of the noise and that’s when your eyes met his. You were right, he was just as hot as the back of him. You eyes roamed his face, landing on the stubble spread sporadically across his chin. It wasn’t a lot but definitely enough to leave a burning sensation between your thighs.

“Hi” he spoke softly. You hadn’t realised he had moved closer to you and your cheeks turned red as you realised you were staring.

“Hi” you muttered. It came out quieter than you had intended but he still heard it.

“So what are you doing here all alone on your birthday?” He questioned, pointing to the golden sash placed around your upper half.

“Oh I’m not alone, my friend just went to the bathroom” Just as the words left my mouth You caught my best friend out of the corner of my eye on the dance floor with some guy she just met. “On second thought, she’s right there” You added with a chuckle and a slight grin.

“Well if you don’t mind I could keep you company?” He stated, sounding more like a question.

“I don’t mind at all” You responded. “So what’s a guy like you doing here all by himself?” His eyes were boring into yours with such intensity. His eyes were the color of honey and they were absolutely mesmerizing. His tongue poked out and wet his lips, the thought of his tongue making you shake coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“I wanted a drink but didn’t have any at home and also wanted to watch the game so I thought this was the perfect place,” he gave you a soft smile.

“I see, I’m guessing you also didn’t want somewhere crowded in case someone recognized you?” He smile faded and his eyebrows furrowed. “You know who I am?” He quizzically asked you.

“Of course I do, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable”

“I appreciate that” he softly spoke, a breath being released brim his chest.

He turned away from you for a slight second to look at the screen. An even bigger smile spread across his cheeks as his eyes landed on the score.

“How long have you been a fan?” I asked the very attractive man in front of me. He turned back to me with a smirk.

“Forever and always” he simply replied. “Are you a Mets gal?”

“Forever and always”

Over the four years that you had been together, you watched every single Mets game. It didn’t matter whether it was in a restaurant, at your house, or in a Stadium. You never missed a game, and every single time Dylan was clad in his White Mets jersey and his black Mets hat. This quickly became your favorite sight. Not only did you find it incredibly attractive seeing him so passionate about something, he looked good while doing it. His jersey clung to his back as he was hunched over with his elbows on his knees, outlining every one of his back muscles. His hat perched on top of his luscious locks that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through while he pounded you into oblivion. You crossed your legs and rubbed them slightly together trying to create some kind of friction as the heat began spreading throughout your body at the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You alright baby?” He questioned, his eyes still glued on the tv.

“Ya I’m fine baby” you said through gritted teeth.

“No you’re not. You’re flushed, and your legs are clenched together. It’s the jersey again isn’t it?” ‘God how did he know me so well’ you thought to yourself.

“Fuck. Of course it is Dylan. You know what that damn thing does to me”


It was a Tuesday night, but it wasn’t any normal night. Tonight was yours and Dylan’s five year anniversary. He had the week off and so far you’ve spent it cuddled up on the couch binge watching your favorite movies together. However, tonight Dylan was taking you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your years together.

Your were in the bathroom getting dressed when Dylan came in and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He whispered into your ear and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“She’s good, how’s my handsome man?” You said while turning around in his arms so you were facing one another. Your hands moved to his cheeks and pulled him into a soft, sweet, and passionate kiss. It didn’t last long but it was still perfect. You pulled away and just stared into one another’s eyes for a few seconds. It amazed you that eve after so long, his eyes still made you feel like they did they very first time you looked into them.

“You ready to go?” He broke the silence and you nodded your head. He grabbed your hand and you walked out of the house and to his car. He opened the door for you before jogging around to his side and joining you in the Bentley.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with the sound of you two singing along to the radio. His fingers never left yours the whole way there. When you pulled up to the restaurant Dylan got out of the car to open up the door for you like the gentleman he was. His hand reached out for yours as he helped you out of your seat. Standing up, you smoothed out the end of your skin tight navy blue dress. You may or may not have worn this particular dress because it was his favorite color.

“You look so perfect baby” he said to you as you were waiting for the hostess to bring you to your table. A couple minutes had passed before you were both seated at a table for two in one of the more secluded back rooms.

You looked at the man across from you, your hands linked together across the table. Neither of you said anything but you knew exactly what the other was thinking. God I’m so in love with you. Your moment was ruined when the waiter came out and asked what you wanted to drink. You ordered a white moscato and Dylan ordered a blue moon. When the waiter left you went straight back to your bubble that only had enough room for the two of you. It sounded cheesy and it was, but you were so in love with this man sat in front of you.

The next hour went by quickly. After pulling away from each other you looked over the menus trying to decide what to order, you decided to order a couple of appetizers instead of full meals because everyone knew you two loved to have variety when it came to your food. While you waited for you me food you reminisced on some memories the two f you have shared over the course of five years. Thinking back, it felt like just yesterday you had met him that night at the bar. You two held small conversation filled with giggles as you ate your dinner and sipped on your drinks. The waiter had come back out and asked if you would like any dessert, you agreed and both decided to split a mini lava cake.

When the waiter came back out, he came out with a mini lava cake that had a number 5 drawn across the top in chocolate frosting. There was something else too. Underneath the plate was a rectangular box wrapped in brown paper and topped with a red bow. You looked to Dylan with furrowed eyebrows.

“I know we said no gifts but I had to get you this one” he spoke. “Go ahead and open it” he added. The waiter was still standing there which was pretty confusing to you. You pushed it to the back on your mind and focused on the gift. Your fingers worked quickly to tear back the paper and and your eyes were met with a white box. You lifted the top off of the box and saw what looked like a white button up folded neatly into the cardboard. Before you had time to reach for it. Dylan had grabbed something shiny from the center of the fabric and moved in front of you so he was down on one knee. You immediately gasped as the gears started turning in your mind. Your hands flew to cover your mouth and gears began to well in your eyes.

“Y/n 5 years ago all I wanted to do was get a drink and watch my favorite team. That same night you waltzed into a bar on your 21st birthday, little did we know that night would change the rest of our lives. 5 years, 5 beautiful years with the love of my life. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to spend my time with. You aren’t quite like anybody else I’ve ever met. Just your presence is enough to brighten my mood. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He took my hand in his as he spoke up once more. “Y/N  Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and making me the happiest man alive?” Tears had escaped your eyes and were freely running down your cheeks as you listened to his words. Before you had anymore time to think you quickly nodded your head and muttered a quick yes. He slipped the beautiful silver and diamond embedded ring on your finger and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your mind was moving a million miles a minute as you tried to grasp what was happening. Dylan Obrien just proposed to you.

Your mind slipped back to what was still in the box. The white button up still folded neatly. You looked at Dylan and back to the fabric a few times before he told you to take it out. Once you unfolded the material you recognized it immediately.

“Dylan, this is your Mets Jersey” I said dumbfoundedly. I looked to him as if asking for an explanation and he was already one step ahead of me.

“I know, but I also know how much you love it and I think we can both agree that it looks much better in you.” You we’re smiling ear to ear as he spoke. “Turn it over” he instructed. You did as he said and turned over the white material in your hands. It was a coincidence that Dylan’s jersey hand already had the number 5 in bold blue thread, however, something was there that wasn’t before. The words ‘FOREVER AND ALWAYS’ had been added above the number 5. When you realised what the simple phrase really meant, you were a mess of tears and smeared mascara. Dylan took it from your hands and unbuttoned it, placing it on your shoulders. “I know it’s not much baby, but I wanted you to have it” His forehead rested against yours as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

“Are you kidding me? This means the world to me Dyl” once again you had pulled each other in for a kiss except this one was much more heated.


Your back slammed against the door as soon as it was shut. Dylan’s hands gripped hard against your hips.

The whole car ride Hope was filled with teases. His hand on your thigh slow inching up, you’d on his doing the same. As soon as he got the chance to kiss you, he took it.  Now here you were pressed up against the front door to your house.

His tongue entered your mouth without warning and quickly began massaging yours with his own. Your hands tangled behind his head gripping into his hair as his lips moved from yours to your jaw and down your neck. He left sloppy wet kisses all the way down the the fabric of your dress, surely creating purple and red bruises somewhere along the way.

“Alright come on, future Mrs. O'brien!” He said as he pulled away. You weren’t sure what he meant but before you could ask he had picked you up by the waist and thrown you over his shoulder. You squealed as he padded down the hallway to your room. Before throwing you on the bed, a quick smacking sound echoed throughout the room, a stinging in your ass soon following. He threw you down onto the mattress tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the floor before crawling over top of you and kissing his way up your body through your clothes. The feeling tickled and it made you giggle. You could feel him smirk against your stomach as he kept moving towards your face.

“God you look hot in this jersey” he pressed his lips to yours for a moment before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “but I think it would look even better on the floor.” A moan escaped your mouth at his words and your eyes met his. They were darker than normal and were filled with want and need. You sat up so he could push the jersey off your shoulders and down your arms, discarding it somewhere along with his shirt. Your hands moved to the back of your dress fumbling with the zipper. You slowly moved it down it’s track as you stared into his eyes and bit your lip. “Quit teasing” he mumbled as he reached behind you to finish unzipping the offending fabric. He pushed the strapless material down your body and you laid back down lifted your hips so he could fully remove it. He groaned as his gaze collided with your bare chest. You could tell he didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra and you noticed the bulge in his pants growing bigger.

He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, you sat back up and reached to the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. You pushed his grey silk pants down his hips. He stood up off the bed and removed them completely. Your eyes landed on his perfectly outlined cock in his black briefs. You moaned at the sight before you. His hands moved to your panties as he slid them down your legs and he then removed his boxers too. He crawled back up the bed so he was hovering over you, his hand moved from your cheek to you breast, kneeling and tugging at your nipple. He then moved it down your side and gripped your hip surely leaving a few bruises. He continued moving closer and closer to where you needed him. His fingers grazed you folded just slightly, shivers shooting yo through you body. His finger dipped between your folds just long enough to be dragged all the way through.

“Fuck you’re already so wet baby” he moaned above you.

“I told you, it’s that fucking jersey” You responded quickly. “Now as much as I love our foreplay, I need you to fuck me right now” you pleaded through shaky breaths.

“Yes ma’am” he answered. His lips connected to yours in as hot, searing kiss. Your teeth crashed and your tongues immediately fought for dominance, his eventually winning. His hand that was rested beside your head moved down to stroke his hard member a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance before slamming into you with no warning. He didn’t give you time to adjust but quickly pulled back out before pounding back into you once again. Your back immediately arched up into his chest and your head rolled back into the pillow. He had never started out so tough before. This new side of him turning you on like crazy.

He took advantage of your newly exposed skin as your head was tipped back. His lips attached to your sweet spot right below your ear as he continued slamming into you. You reached up gripping onto his shoulders from beneath his arms. He continued his relentless speed causing you to take your nails down his back. He mewled at the pleasure, the vibrations from his mouth shooting from your neck down to your core.

“I’m …c- close… baby” you stuttered through panting breaths. He didn’t say anything but instead removed his lips from your neck and sat up so he was on his knees. He grabbed your legs resting your ankles behind his head. Your lower half was in the air as your head and shoulders were pressed into the bed. He gripped your hips ferociously and slammed back into you. This new position make your tits bounce back and forth. Your breath became ragged and your legs started to tremble. Your toes curled behind his neck and your hands wrapped the blue sheets beneath you. His pace never faltered as you screamed out, your orgasm crushing over you in waves. He rode out your high, letting you calm down from your high. He pulled out for a moment to let you catch your breath.

After you had both caught your breaths, he flipped you over so we’re now on your stomach. He grabbed your hips pulling them up so you were on your knees. You kept your arms and head down, pressing into the mattress. He stroke his cock once more before lining up and mercilessly pushing into you. He didn’t start off slow or steady, he slipped in and out of you with such force knowing you were still sensitive from your orgasm. His hand connected with the bare skin of your ass and your body jerked forward as you screamed out into the pillow.

“You like that, baby girl? You like when I teach you who’s in charge?” You moaned into the pillow trying to nod your head. He was not fond of your answer when he reached up gripping your hand into a ponytail and pulling your chest back to meet his.

“Answer me” he demanded in your ear.

“Yes, daddy” you mewled. He continued to pound into you from behind. You knew he was close when his pace began to falter. You were close too, so you moved one hand up to your breast and began kneading it roughly between your fingers. Your other hand moved down to your aching core and began ferociously rubbing figure eights on your clit. You breath quickened and you could hear Dylan’s did too. One more thrust and you had fallen forward, your juices releasing around his cock. Your clenched was enough for Dylan to reach his high and you soon felt his hot seed shoot through your throbbing core. He collapsed ontop of you before pulling out and rolling over into his back.

You were still on your stomach, both of you still trying to catch your breaths and come down from your euphoric highs.

You rolled over to look up at him through your hooded eyes. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” you whispered to him, already half asleep. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Forever and always baby” he responded with a quick kiss to your forehead. He pulled the covers up over the two of you before he drifted off to sleep. You leaned up pressing your lips against his cheek.

“Forever and always baby”

Sexual Tension - Bucky x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Pairing: Teacher/Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader one shot

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: Lots of language and smart remarks. A bit of self-doubt or self-consciousness?

A/N: This is my first one shot so pleaseee bare with me. Many more to come and willing for request! I’m also willing to make more chapters to any one-shot if anyone wants! Your wishes are my command.

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You gulped down the rest of your coffee as you entered the university. Lifting up the paper in your hands you studied the number and directions to your first class of the day. Passing a trash can you tossed the empty cup into the bin.

You have to admit, you regret signing up for a class at 8am but you didn’t really have a choice. What makes it worse is that you’re notoriously well known for being early for any event you plan on attending.

You wander down the halls searching for the number ‘111’ to stand out on a door. Beyond searching and searching you finally come across the class you dread on taking. You glanced at the thrift store watch on your wrist; you curse under your breath. The watch read 7:36.

'Maybe I could wander around a bit? For 24 minutes? Damn.’

  You glance around the empty hallway, mentally beating yourself up for being super early. You took a deep breath and opened the door to your classroom. Even if you’re early, nobody will care if you just observe the room that’ll cause years of debt in your name, right? They can’t exactly kick you out, right? ⠀ ⠀

You walk into the room and the motion sensor lights flicker on. The room was practically empty with not a soul in sight. You quietly thanked god and strolled in looking around the desk and tables. There was a messenger bag on the desk in the front of the room next to a plaque that reads 'Mr.Barnes’.

You silently thought to yourself while already imagining a cranky old man sitting at the desk bickering about his students. Your hands trace the letters engraved into the plaque, quickly turn around to look at the leveled tables.

Slowly finding your way to the tables and up a few stairs you look for the perfect seat. You were about halfway up the stairs when you took a seat next to the wall on the left and set your things down, grabbing out your phone. You turned it on and glanced at the lock screen.

'7:46. Great’ you thought, looking at the still empty classroom. '10 minutes wasted on just observing a useless classroom.’

You didn’t know how time flew by so fast, you could have sworn it wasn’t more than 5. You went to take out a piece of gum from your bag as you grew hungry by the second. Skipping breakfast wasn’t the brightest idea. The moment you took the wrapper off and stuck the gum in your mouth you heard a quick giggle from the doorknob. Your eyes flickered up focusing on the individual who decided to finally attend class. When the door opened you heard the voice of a few people clearly lounging in the halls, signaling the students were getting ready for class.

Heels clicked as a redhead walked into the classroom with a very short black dress on. She smacked her gum and twirled her hair giggling at the man who entered after her. He was tall, slicked back black hair and a growing of facial hair. You could see his pearly white teeth shine as he responded to the woman giggling.

You looked at the lady who had the curves in all the right places noticing how she took advantages of her looks and managed to still walk and talk confidently. She was so beautiful, and even if she was made like that or if she was modified she looked amazing. As you looked at her you could feel your heart drop of your own. Why couldn’t you look like that?

You hadn’t even noticed that they both began staring at you, you were too busy comparing her slim waist and hourglass figure to your short and pudgy body. You always kept a strong, cocky and confident glow on yourself, your personality was major ego but it didn’t stop you from envying, wishing to be something special. You knew you weren’t ugly, it’s just you wish you were something more than average. You tried to hide that with sarcastic comments and smug smiles but deep down inside you knew it wouldn’t ever happen.

“Excuse me? Hello are you okay?” The lady was looking at you with concern as she caught you staring at the wall like you were brain dead.

“Can I help you?”

The deep voice made its ways to your ears. You gave a silent chuckle and focused your gaze on the two at the bottom of the stairs. Quickly thinking of an excuse to give them instead of embarrassing yourself.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I was caught in thought.” Was all you managed to spit out before giving a fake but real looking smile at them. You didn’t know what to say, sure you always had a comeback some way or another but for some reason you couldn’t think with them staring you down.

“Can we help you?” The redhead inched her way forward before stopping when you quickly stood up.

“Oh no, no. I’m really sorry I probably shouldn’t be in here for class, should I?” Your respond hinted a little bit of sarcasm; you clearly weren’t thinking before you spoke. You immediately regret your actions because you just gave attitude to two people you have no recognition with. You put your books in your bag. You fixed your black turtleneck and threw on your jean jacket. Dusting off your leggings trying to ease the fact that they probably dislike you now.

You slowly regained your confidence again after keeping your focus from them both, what is happening to you? Was it because you were flustered from being caught in this room? Surely they can’t be mad for that, but you being you, you gave them a real reason to hate you. You chuckled to yourself before slinging your one strap canvas bag over your shoulder.

“Im assuming you’re in the next class scheduled for this room? No worries actually, stay If you don’t mind. I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Mr.Barnes and this here is Ms. Dolores Prescott, she’s also a student in this class.” He smiled at you while giving you a quick hand motion as to come down and join them.

You set your phone down next to your bag and have a small smirk. Did you just get an open invitation to meet your surprising hot teacher after you gave him a smart remark? You made your way down the stairs and to his desk. He held out his hand and you quickly accepting it. Now that you were face to face you saw every detail in his structure. From his baby blue eyes to his muscular shoulders and biceps.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m a third year student but I just transferred.” The look he was giving you made you feel like he could see right through you. His plump and natural bright pink lips curved and let his teeth shine through.

You focused your gaze onto Dolores who smiled down at you and held out her hand. You shook her hand and then shifted to where you could lean your hands into your jean jacket pockets. Dolores was going to say something but before she could a group of students swarmed into the room and chatted amongst themselves while choosing their seats.

“I guess that’s my cue to get to my seat? Nice meeting you Mr.Barnes, oh and you too Ms.Prescott.” You smiled at them both and awkwardly saluted to them before turning and jogging up the stairs. You fixed the bun in your hair and once again went to look at the time. Before you could there was a loud buzzing noise emerging from the hallways signaling it was 7:55 am, 5 minutes until class started.

You slumped into your chair as you noticed every seat in the room was being filled up except the two next to you. 5 minutes past and the starting class bell rung. You rolled your eyes noticing how you were the odd one out yet again. Mr.Barnes was writing something on the chalk board as two guys barged into the room clearly out of breath.

“Jesus Steve! I’m never letting you drive me here again.” The blonde looked at his friend before giving him the finger and turning to look for any empty seats. They ignored the look Mr.Barnes gave them and made their way up the stairs and plopped into the only opens seats which just so happened to be next to you.

You silently giggled only for it to be noticed by the two oddly attractive men sitting next to you. The blonde looked over at you and gave you a look but then laughed with you. You chewed at the end of your pen giving him a peek at the teeth hidden behind your smile.

He held out his hand and you leaned back in your chair propping your foot on the edge of the table, bending your knee towards you. You gave a quick wink before shaking his extended hand.

“Steve.” “(Y/N.)”

You glanced over his shoulder at his friend who was giving you both a smirk. He focuses on you and gives a small wave.

  “(Y/N) is It? I’m Sam.”

Your gaze immediately turned to the front of the classroom, you were caught off guard by a loud cough.

“Hello everyone. My name is Mr.Barnes. Now I know you are all oh-so-eager to start learning but we may have a little change of plans today.” He uncrossed his arms and pointed to the board behind him.

It read 'Criminology - Behavioral Analysis’

“If you’re in the wrong class, get out.” He stared at the students before making eye contact with you. You continued to chew on the back of your pen wondering why he was giving you such a hard look.

“Ms.(Y/L/N).”

Everyone’s eyes fixated towards the person he was looking at, the person he called out. You didn’t move a muscle but eventually raised an eyebrow.

He gave you this look you couldn’t describe. Only you noticed because everyone was too busy staring at yourself to see him. After seconds of anticipation you set your foot off the desk and onto the floor, leaning into the desk and propped up your head with your hands.

“Thank you.” Was all he could say before turning back to the other students and continuing the ongoing discussion of what he expects from this class. Steve and Sam turn towards you giving you a questioning look.

“Is it me or was that screaming sexual tension?” Sam obviously whispered into Steves ear. He chuckled and crossed his arms before receiving a glare from you.

“(Y/L/N), huh. Already know each other’s names I see?”

“It’s not like that, god you guys haven’t even had a real conversations with me and I’m already regretting this class.”

They smiled and you smiled back. “So, late to class huh?” You said thinking back to when they first entered the room. “Steve is a lousy fucking driver, I’ll tell you that.” Sam patted Steve on the should only to get a eye roll.

“For gods sake Sam, language.”

You hold in your laughter as you look at them. “Language? Really?”

Sam put his hands up and towards you as if he was point it out to Steve. Once again the blue eyed man rolled his eyes.

He and Sam both focused on the talking teacher they openly ignored moments before. They both give an annoyed look at him and the rest of the class who are clearly star-strucked by the teacher.

“So since all that happened-” The older man fixed his white button up sleeves, finishing a story you hadn’t paid any attention to. “We’re forced to ignore anything to do with the class subject for today. Instead I thought it would be fun to get to know each other.”

He smiled at the front row of girls already drooling over him. “You may ask me any question but you must answer the question for yourself as well.”

All the girls practically squealed at the fact that they could question something about the handsome man up front but all you could do was roll your eyes. He was getting ready to pick someone for a question and when he did you could physically see her sweat from the anticipation.

“Hello I’m Betty!” The girl practically shouted and he smiled back which didn’t help her mental state at all. “How old are you?” She blurted out, her face turned red and she quickly covered them. Before he could even answer she hollered “I’m 22!”

“If you’re going to be embarrassed why did you fucking ask it. Bloody hell.” you whisper under your breath annoyingly, once again catching the attention from the two men next to you. They both nodded, agreeing with you silently.

“25. Surprising? I know. We’re all just a few years apart. Most of you are 23, correct? I know I seem very young for this job but trust me, I’m more than capable of doing the job as a 50 year old man.” He chuckled and the women swooned at his signature smile.

You roll your eyes ignore the follow questions being asked. You put in your earbuds and listened your favorite song while checking social media. After a while nothing new happened and 40 minutes of pointless questions had passed. You had 7 minutes left before the class ended. You continued to do your thing before being snapped out of your thoughts by steve next to you.

You remove the device from your ears and focused your gaze on the guy gave you a stern look before nodding toward the front of the classroom. Everyone was quiet and once again the attention was focused on you.

“(Y/N), is what your doing more important than to pay attention on the first day of your class? I might say; for being 30 minutes early to class I’d expect you to be eager to be educated.” He sarcastically threw his words at you as you practically cackled at his words. Was he serious? Education? Really?

“Please Mr.Barnes enlighten me on what you mean by 'education’. I mean considering I’m here only to learn about criminal law or the act of behavioral analysis. I don’t think I’m paying you to sit here and play a high school game with the students who are clearly head over heels for you.” Spitting it out into his face you earned a few gasps and expected a scolding or a life lesson from the oh-so-wise teacher.

“High school game? Aren’t we just getting to know each other?” The smirk on his face made you even more furious but entertained. He knew exactly what you meant but he just wanted to push your buttons. You knew exactly what he was doing.

“The only ones getting to know each other are yourself and the girls up front who clearly would kill to get their hands on you. I mean I didn’t know what I expected from a young hot teacher teaching students around his age but I somewhat expected a bit more of a professional approach from you. Oh well though, looks can be deceiving.” It practically rolled off your tongue.

You first thought you’d be in trouble for your mouth but by the look on his face you could tell he very much well enjoyed it.

“Young and hot, huh?” He smiled and laughed trying to hide the fact that he was getting red.

Even though he knew that you were right about his new fans he still felt this sensation in his gut. You managed to compliment and insult him at the same time. He was so used to getting girls easily but he could hear the protest in your voice that basically screamed that you weren’t going to be head of heels just because of his looks.

“Really?” You gave him an irritated look. “You sure are optimistic to seek out the positive note inside a insult”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back into your chair as he chuckled again giving you one last look before checking the time. As if on cue the bell rung and everyone stood up to leave. You walked down the stairs with Sam and Steve smiling to yourself. As you went to leave the room your teacher stared at you from behind. You saw him in the corner of your eye before you full turned to leave the room. All you could hear was the laugh from Sam as he clearly noticed his new teacher staring down his student.

“Sexual. Tension.” Sam chuckled to himself and earned a punch to his arm.

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

» the boy at the boardwalk

vernon x reader

gif; mine

word count: 2,280

includes: skaterboarding!vernon who gets distracted by a cutie on the boardwalk + injuries that need tending to + fluffity fluff

✎ feel like i haven’t posted a scenario in forever :(( so have some fluffy vernita!! i’m working on a woozi x wonu x reader fic tht i’m rlly hyped 2 get out so i hope this sates you in the meantime!


Hansol liked to skateboard to work every morning. He took the same route each day, starting from the smooth tile outside his apartment and ending at the glass doors belonging to the town’s diner. He never had an answer as to why his skateboard came with him everywhere. Pictures taken from last year’s Halloween party presented Hansol lousily wrapped in toilet paper, his costume being the ever so original mummy that at least six other people at the party had certainly not been wearing. Hansol liked to claim his costume came out different. He was a skateboarding mummy.

On his best friend’s birthday he had one arm resting thoughtfully around his shoulders, tiny splotches of buttercream frosting across their noses and hardly sticking to their foreheads. Hansol’s skateboard must have also been treated as an equal member to the night for along the black surface were more frosting smears, the board held tightly in Hansol’s other hand. Even when his younger sister fell from the monkey bars and sprained her wrist, pictures taken of her recovery in the hospital room had snippets of Hansol smiling, skateboard sitting in his lap.

Seeing Hansol without his skateboard was like seeing butterflies without wings. A peculiar sight indeed if someone ever managed to glean across it. In fact, something Hansol liked to glean across more than his skateboard, was you.

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