i know that shirt underneath is see through

Drive

Halsey song lyric imagine

wordcount: 2.1k

Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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Crash Landing (Part One/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 777 (I think??)

Part One Part Two Part Three

(gif by @marvelheroes)


It was a week before Christmas. The café you worked at, your aunt’s to be precise, had been completely buried in a plethora of customers wishing to be out of the cold. You’d had to run out and grab more instant coffee and hot chocolate three times in the past four hours.


Deciding you didn’t care if your aunt docked your pay for sneaking off, you tiptoed to the back of the café and slipped out the back. You made your way to the trash cans and slid down the wall behind them, not caring that you weren’t wearing a jacket and the ground was uncomfortably damp. Pulling out your phone, you opened Snapchat and took a video of your grim surroundings to send to your friend.

Suddenly a splat of red thumped into the wall opposite you, making you shriek. Trying to mask your embarrassing outburst, you leant forwards, peeking out from the side of one of the bins.  

“Oh, God,” the red crumpled mass groaned from the floor. “At least no one was around to see that, man.”

“Ahem,” you coughed, sitting up straighter.

The red crumpled mass shot upright. Spider-Man. You could imagine the guy behind the mask, eyes wide. The both of you stared at each other for a minute.

Well, you stared. You couldn’t see his eyes through that mask, so he could have been looking at you or maybe at the limp banana peel sitting beside you. An uncomfortable but simultaneously comfortable silence settled between you.

“It sure must be cold only wearing that suit,” you mused.

“What, you don’t think I wear a vest or boxers underneath?” his voice was muffled from behind the mask.

“Would that make a difference?”

He threw his arms up. “I wouldn’t know. You’re only wearing a polo shirt and jeans, so you can’t talk.”

“Wait… Wait, did you just admit to not wearing underwear under your suit? Gross.”

“No, I… Shut up.”

And you did. Spider-Man gestured towards your phone.

“So…” Spider-Man had managed to pick himself up off the ground and was now brushing himself off. “Did you catch that on your phone?”

Jumping slightly, you looked down at your phone, having forgotten it was in your hand. Sure enough, the video was playing on a loop onscreen. You fought the urge to laugh. It looked like a dumb Vine.

“I did indeed. Catch it. The whole thing.” You grinned mischievously.

“Please don’t post that!” He scrambled forwards. “My friends… My friends would lose their shit over that! I wouldn’t be able to take it!”

You made a show of mulling this over. Spider-Man wrung his hands nervously. He’d suffered enough, you figured; he’d just plummeted straight into a brick wall. He deserved a break. Turning the screen towards him, you carefully clicked the cross and the video disappeared into oblivion. Spider-Man nodded in appreciation.

He was slender and fairly tall, towering over you, still in your crouched position by the trash cans. It was beginning to drizzle.

“Come here often?” he asked, a grin evident in his voice.

“I work here,” you replied bluntly.

“Oh, right. Right…” he muttered awkwardly. “Wait. You work in this seedy back alley?”

“No,” you shook your head in disbelief. “I work in the café.”

Spider-Man smacked his forehead.

“Shouldn’t you be saving the world right now?” you asked, examining your hands.

“You’re right! I should be…” He seemed to be staring at the damp bricks of the wall just above your head. “I should be!”

“Okay, have fun.”

You balled your hands into fists and shoved them into your lap, looking up to stare at Spider-Man quizzically. He should be going.

“Right!”

Spider-Man jumped up, shooting some web at the café roof, and swung gracefully back and forth in front of you.

“I’ll see you around!”

“Yes, I can’t wait to meet you in this smelly, dirty, damp, unsanitary alley again.”

He laughed, and your stomach fluttered a little. Pointing a finger at you, he repeated “I’ll see you around!” and then fwing, he was gone. You gawked at the spot the one and only Spider-Man had occupied a few seconds before. The Spider-Man. Biting your lip, you cursed yourself for not holding back your sarcasm. It was second-nature now, and when you were on a roll, there truly was no stopping you.

“(Y/N!)”

Whipping around, you saw your aunt glowering at you.

“We are up to our eyes and you decide that now is the time for your break? I don’t think so, honey.”

“Sorry… I’m coming…”

Slowly standing up, you gazed wistfully in the direction Spider-Man had gone, and withdrew back inside.

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Elijah x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Shoutout to @daddyobrienx for helping me a lot with this one

Warnings: toys, bondage?, spanking, Dom!Elijah, teasing


“Elijah!” You complained and wriggled about in your seat, his hand reached out to stop your fidgeting but returned to hold the book he was invested in. “Stop ignoring me!” You gently poked hi with your toe and he glanced at you.

“(Y/N) I am trying to read can you not entertain yourself for a while?” He sighed and you pouted.

“Fine.” You sat still for a few minutes and watched him, he started to smile, knowing you were hoping he’d be finished in a few minutes.

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MiniLadd X Reader || The Accident

Originally posted by multi-fandom-wby

“It’s not that I just don’t think I can get away from college” You said looking up from the book you were studying from and saw Craig looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You said with sympathetic eyes. “Nah don’t be. It’s fine. I don’t want to spend time with you really.” You looked down at the floor knowing he was just being defensive about the whole thing. “If I could get the time away I would you know that Craig.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever I’ve got to go and meet Jay.” She looked at him. “You’ll still call me tonight?” He nodded and the skype call went black. “Bye, I love you.” You whispered before searching through the call list and finding Daithi. “MATH HELP MATH HELP!” You yelled as he answered. “Alright come on.”

You grabbed Craigs flannel shirt and slipped into it with some PJ shorts on underneath, you knew how much he loved to see you in his clothes. It was a plus that it smelt just like him. He sprayed it before he left for LA. He knew you would join him when you finished college and in the mean time he didn’t mind texting and skype calling you until you finished college. You sniffed in the smell before going downstairs and getting something to eat. You had about an hour before Craig would skype call. This was how it worked. It was great. You grabbed an apple before sitting in the living room and scrolling through facebook and instagram looking for something, anything to pass the time.

Once it was time you ran up the stairs to your computer, nothing. Usually there was a message asking if he could call. You shook your head and decided to ring him this time. No answer. You tried again a couple of times before it wouldn’t connect anymore. “Hmm.” You grabbed your phone dialling his number, this was going to cost the phone bill but you needed to know where he was. Straight to voicemail. Maybe he was mad at you. You paced around the bedroom making sweater paws with the flannel sleeves. Your computer started ringing and you didn’t even look at caller ID before answering “Craig?!” You looked up only to see James sat there looking at you with tears running down his face. “James?! What’s wrong?” You looked at him and then around him, he was in a airport. “It’s Craig.” Your heart dropped to the floor and you could have sworn you turned a pale white colour. “He’s been in an accident.” You stood up knocking the chair over and looking at him. “He was hit by a car and he’s in hospital, how quick can you get a plane..” You grabbed your purse looking at the money and then grabbing the emergency credit card. “I’ll be on the next plane to LA.” You said ending the call. You grabbed a overnight back throwing some underwear into it, your passport, and then you slipped out of the PJ shorts and pulled on leggings. You ran down the stairs slipping on a pair of vans and grabbing the car keys from the kitchen counter. You drove as fast as possible to the aiport. “I need a ticket to LA as soon as possible.” The woman began typing on the computer and you grabbed your passport handing it to her with the credit card. “Please hurry its an emergency.” She looked at you before looking at the screen. “The last plane is about to leave….there is one seat left.” She looked you up and down. “But it’s first class.” You looked at her. “Just take the card please, my boyfriend is in hospital.” She proceeded to take her time, she gave you the ticket. You snatched it before running for the terminal. “Miss you need to check your bag in.” You sighed throwing the bag down. “I don’t need it.” You handed the woman at the desk your ticket and went to find your seat.

You took out your phone when you were given the all clear and dialled James’ number. “I’m on my way…I know this is your voicemail just call me with any updates please.” You began crying and the woman next to you handed you a small tissue. “He has to be okay James…I never got to tell him I loved him.” You hung up and looked around the plane. “What’s wrong love?” The woman from before asked. “My boyfriend, he was hit by a car in America.” She sighed and looked at you with caring eyes. “I’m sure he’s okay. I’ll pray for him.” You teared up again and hugged the woman. “It’s going to be okay.” She kissed your head and you pulled away. “Miss can I get you anything?” You looked at the stewardess. “No thank you.” She walked away and you looked at your phone praying for some news anything.

“Hi I’m here to see Craig Thompson.” You said out of breath at the hospital desk. “One moment please.” The man behind the desk said searching through his computer. “Y/N!” You looked around and saw James. You ran over before hugging him. “Is he awake?” He shook his head and you walked into the room seeing him laid there broke you. “I’ll be back in a minute, I’ll let mum and dad know you’re here.” You nodded and he left the room. You took a deep breath walking over to the chair next to the bed. “Craig? I have no idea if you can even hear me.” You slowly sat on the chair and took his hand in yours. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to pull through. You can’t leave me yet.” You said small tears slowly starting to roll down your face. “You haven’t heard me say I love you yet, and you haven’t heard how annoying I am yet.” You giggled to yourself while stroking his hand. “I love you Craig.” You laid your head on the bed and closed your eyes.

“Y/N?” You felt someone touch your head, you looked up and saw Craig looking at you. “Craig?” You asked sitting up and looking into his eyes. “You’re awake, I’ll get a nurse.” You stood up but he pulled you into the seat again. “Just give me a minute alone with you.” You smiled softly. “I love you too.” You frowned. “I heard everything.” You smiled again and kissed him. “Where’s Jay?” You looked at him and then at the door. “He’s a couple doors down, last time I checked he was going in for more surgery on his leg.” Craig nodded. “What happened?” I asked. “A car ran a red light.” You sighed and clenched your fist. “If I ever find the person.” He shook his head kissing your hand. “I love you.” He said to you instantly calming you down. “I love you too.” You kissed his head. “I’ll go get everyone.” He nodded and you walked out of the room.

You were all back at his apartment and Craig was walking with the help of a zimmer frame. “Put him into his bed.” His mum said to you and James. You walked him into the bedroom and laid him in the bed tucking him in. You drew the curtains closed and sat down on the bed next to him, you laid your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “Love you.” You said before going to the en suite and using the toilet. You looked around the bathroom before flushing the toilet and washing your hands. You leaned on the door frame watching the two brothers. “Just promise next time you wanna see Y/N you’re not going to get hit by a car.” They both laughed and you looked at them. “Well he wont have to worry about that. I’m going to be here all the time.” You walked over to them and Craig looked at you. “You took time off college?” You shook your head. “I’m quitting.” He shook his head. “You can’t you love what you do.” You shook your head. “I love you more. I hate being away from you.” James left the room and you sat crossed legged on the bed. “I love you too.”

A/N: My thoughts and prayers are with Craig, jay and their families in this hard time. 

Forever | 18: Time

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1408

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death, Angst

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Chadwick Boseman, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie

A/N: Another update b/c I’ve finally figured out where I want this story to go!! italics are inner/personal thoughts of the character, and this was written in reader’s/Y’N’s POV!! ****I might chill with the constant updating, but I’m excited for y’all to know how the story goes, so be prepared in case I start updating like 2-3 times a day (aka the story will be done by next week if I do that)

***if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message!***

please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

Forever | 17 // Forever | 19

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Remedy (12)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smutty, surgery, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

TAGS ARE CLOSED! LIMIT IS REACHED!

Next part is nice and steamy and even more fluffy, promise :)

Originally posted by enochianess

If anyone were to ask me: ‘what’s the one thing you want most in your life?’, I wouldn’t even have to think twice about my answer. Because the one thing I want, is for Y/N to be okay and happy. Second to that is, that I want her to be happy with me. And for now, she is; but today I woke up with a determination to make her happier.

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The Perks of Dating a Genius

A/N: A smutty Spencer x Reader request for thigh-riding. I’d say that’s self explanatory. ;) @coveofmemories @sweetg

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Occasionally, Spencer would like to conduct his own little sexual experiments with you. The perks of dating a genius - he always wanted to know more - in every aspect of his life. His favorite experiment, which you’d conducted more than once, was to see how little he actually had to do to make you come.

“You can do whatever you want,” he said, smiling as he leaned over the counter, “but you aren’t allowed to touch yourself and I can’t use my hands either.”

You started to jokingly pout in the middle of the kitchen. “I assume if you can’t use your hands, then your cock is out of the question?” you asked, walking around the counter so you could back him toward the couch. If none of the usual methods were allowed to be used, you did have something else in mind…and you’d never done it before. He’d like that.

“Yes, it’s out of the question,” he replied, clasping his hands behind his back as you came to put your arms around him. “You have another idea? Because I’m very curious.”

Gently, you bit your bottom lip, pushing him with one finger backwards until he finally hit the couch, falling into it without taking his eyes off of you. “Clothes or no clothes for you?” you asked him, figuring you’d have him make some of the decisions, considering you’d be doing all of the work.

“Clothes,” he responded, his eyes taking on a darker shade of hazel than normal.

“For me, clothes, no clothes or partially clothed?” you asked again, reaching for the bottom of your shirt, already knowing his answer.

“Partial.”

That hadn’t surprised you. You had a habit of picking out extremely lacy or see-through lingerie and he enjoyed looking at it. “I’m going to bet that I can make you come too,” you said, now clad in only a black lace set. “Sit on your hands,” you instructed. “You said yourself that you couldn’t touch me, so this will ensure that you don’t.”

Spencer did as he was told, burrowing his hands underneath his legs without ever breaking eye contact. While the air in the room had been light and cheeky before, now it was full of tension and heat. As you came down to his level on the couch, you spread his legs with your own, making sure you had ample room to lay one leg inside of his and the other on the outside.

For the first time in the last few minutes, you looked down, ensuring that your center was firmly pressed to his denim-clad thigh. Once you were sure you were in the perfect position, you looked back up and started to gently grind back and forth, causing Spencer to swallow hard. His arms started to twitch as he realized not touching you would be harder than he thought. The look of heated passion turned to one of self-pity. Making the rule of not touching was his idea and now he was definitely regretting it. 

“Mmmm,” you moaned, feeling the fabric hit your clit in the perfect way. When you looked down to watch your normally demure self being so overtly sexual, you saw that your moisture was beginning to collect on his jeans. “Don’t you wish you could taste that?” you whispered into his ear as you gently nipped at his jawline. 

A long, drawn-out exhale escaped his nostrils as he tried to compose his voice enough to say something. “Maybe just a little…” he muttered, attempting to move his hands out from under him. You knew he’d start negotiating.

“Na-uh,” you teased, placing your index finger at his mouth to silence him, while continuing to grind, even slower and with increased pressure. “This was your rule and I intend to follow through.”

He’d said you couldn’t touch yourself, but he didn’t say you couldn’t touch him, so as you changed up the pace yet again, almost dancing atop him, you flattened your palm against the crux of his jeans, feeling how badly he wanted release. “I think I’m going to win that bet,” you laughed against his neck. 

“Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, lifting his pelvis up slightly to try and get away with whatever he could. His head fell back as you started to move up and down just slightly. In order to come tonight, you needed more increased pressure, and moving up and down on his leg as you watched his face contort in pleasure was enough to get you dangerously close to the edge. 

A strangled groan escaped his throat; you knew he was close to. Leaning in, you licked up from his chest to his mouth, swallowing his moans as you kissed him. The last little bit you needed to help you reach your sweet release was the vision of Spencer’s eyes starting to roll back. “Oh, fuck, Spence,” you breathed, grinding as fast as you possibly could while he bellowed into your ear.

“Holy hell,” he moaned, his sweat-slick body sticking to the clothes he had chosen to keep on. “You’re dirty.” He chuckled as he finally release his hands from underneath him so he could finally touch you. “That was much harder than I thought.”

“It was pretty easy for me,” you laughed, your nipples begging for release from the fabric you wore. “And fun.” Leaning into his body on your arms, you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth. “But now I am sufficiently horny for your cock, and my experiment is that I want to see how long it takes you to make me come after I’ve already done it myself.”

“Oh thank god,” he laughed, lifting you up and bringing you toward the bedroom. “I was hoping you’d want to conduct another little experiment.”

anonymous asked:

prompt- narry!models they know each other by name but never met, bc they have different friends until they merge in a gala, after their both best friends nag about each other and how they'll make a great couple.

This was so cute and I loved every second of writing this. Enjoy!

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He just got off his fourth Gucci photoshoot in Rome, settling himself in his fancy hotel room and watching as some people from his management rushed around him, collecting clothes and makeup to put away for tomorrows next shooting day.

“You haven’t talked about the Met Gala yet, it’s a big day for you.” His hair stylist Lou pointed out as she grabbed the last of her hairspray and brushes to pack in her travel bag. She was giving him a questioning look, interested in what he would answer with.

“I’ve been on and off photoshoots for the past month, I don’t have time to think or talk about that.” Harry sighed out, moving his hands over his face to rub at his eyes. They stung, begging for sleep that has been deprived for a few days now.

“Well before you pass out on me why don’t we talk about what you want to wear? Tina wants to know so she can start gathering a team, its your call.” Lou sat on the bed, travel bag in her hands all closed up and ready for her to take back to her own room. People were filing out by now, saying soft goodbyes to them with their arms full of clothes, beauty products, and papers. Harry was glad Lou was staying though, he’d rather chat with her alone.

“I want gold and flowers, bell-bottom pants of course, maybe a see-through black or white dress shirt underneath.” Harry went straight to business, staring off towards the ceiling above him as his imagination wandered to what he’d wear. He’s worn every colour and shade that’s ever existed, but gold was one of those that he’s rarely gotten to wear. What better place to wear it than the iconic Met Gala?

“Ohh, going right in for the kill aren’t you love?” Lou was typing away on her phone, probably sending texts to Tina as he spoke.

“It’s my first Met Gala, I want people to remember me as soon as I step onto the carpet.” He wagged his finger up towards the ceiling, almost like he was making an oath to the world and himself that he wasn’t going to slack on this. He’s been to many award shows ever since his fame sky-rocketed, but those weren’t anywhere near close to as important as the Met Gala where it was swarmed with music, fashion, and movie icons.

“Alright well Tina is already making orders and assembling everyone together, get some sleep now salt.” She got up and walked towards him to give him a short pat on the chest, her bag tucked under her armpit as she exited the hotel room.

The silence was almost too much when she closed the door behind her, it was nice to hear nothing but the sound of his own breath. This was the part that he remembered he was human, no hectic lifestyle, just himself with a beating heart.

-

Coffee was an essential in the morning, and with only a weak till the Met Gala as well as photoshoots that still went on, he had a completely packed schedule. He went to constant fittings, going in and out of changing rooms and leaving with a good cup of caffeine to keep him awake for the next flight or next drive.

He was in a car right now, getting a drive to his shoot for Tommy Hilfiger in New York. Lou was sat beside him, reading some magazine and silently flipping through it. Harry didn’t pay attention though, just kept his eyes on the window and watched the yellow taxi’s drive past and pedestrians rush around to their destinations on foot.

“Look at this cover, what a face.” Lou mumbled, she grabbed another magazine from the pile beside her that she usually brought to occupy herself while Harry did his shoots that sometimes lasted a full day. She turned it towards Harry, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

It was Niall Horan who was printed on the cover of the magazine, looking handsome and bold standing on a beach with a see-through white dress shirt on, that being it except for the briefs he wore. His brown hair was all wet, it dripping and falling into a fringe across his forehead.

He was stunning, actually, but Harry knows photoshop and the stupid enhancements that the magazine companies make. He’s never met Niall in person, only knows him by name when he sees him on billboards and shop windows, he could be ugly or completely mediocre looking for all he knew.

“Do you think he’s handsome?” She asked with a cheeky look, biting at her bottom lip and wiggling her brows. He wanted to roll his eyes but kept that expression in, instead moving to focus his eyes back on staring out the window. Lou slowly dropped the magazine onto her lap, now flipping to Niall’s exclusive photoshoot at the back.

“Of course he’s handsome, don’t really know him though so I can’t really be sexually attracted to him…can I?” Harry heard Lou snort and he whipped his head towards her, seeing that she was trying to hold in her giggle.

“What?” He asked, poking her in the side playfully and making her squeal and slap him harshly. She hated being tickled.

“You sure as hell can! I’ve seen this man in person many times, I’ve even done his hair when you went on winter break for one of his shoots for Vogue! Harry he’s a gay man that would be perfect for you.” She always was trying to hook him up with other men. It wasn’t in an annoying way, she never pushed Harry to date if he didn’t want to, she just loved playing matchmaker.

“I’ve got shit to do, don’t have time for a relationship.” Harry groaned, retracting his hands and letting her relax and settle down after a long giggle fit.

“Excuses, excuses. Niall is going to be at the Met Gala too, and you will meet him Mister Styles!” She sounded determined, pointing a stiff finger into his bicep to make him squirm.

-

The next time Harry was reminded about Niall, it was the day of the Met Gala, him standing in his hotel room staring at the door and watching as people raced around him, frantically trying to get him looking the best he’s ever looked.

He had on exactly what he asked, a white suit with gold flowers all over it, snaking around the sleeves of his jacket sleeves and legs of his pants like vines, blooming along his chest and back, all along his bell-bottoms. He had on a white see-through shirt underneath the suit, it had a ruffled collar that was different from what he asked for, but he was happy with the result in the end when his pink and lush skin was seen through the shirt, making him look even better. Everything was coming together perfectly, but then Lou is walking in with her hair supplies, smiling so big he couldn’t help but get suspicious.

“What?” He asked immediately, watching her with careful eyes as she unpacked her stuff and grabbed for the hair gel, making him sit down on the bed to get his hair in a messy quiff.

“Guess who I just had a chat with?” She sang, happily fluffing his curls up.

“Who?” He asked, wincing when she tugged a little too hard.

“Niall’s stylist Laura, she had come along and told me that Niall was going to be on the red carpet around the same time that you were going to be. She said that you two would be cute walking into the Gala together.” Harry was already shaking his head, rolling his eyes and letting out a huff. He was hoping Lou would’ve let it all slide by and forget about this Niall guy and him getting together, but she was a determined woman and when she wanted something she usually got it.

“We aren’t even matching, we wouldn’t look good together walking in with two completely different outfits. You know the Met Gala more than anyone Lou, couples match.” Harry was making every excuse in the book and Lou was catching on to his desperation to let everything go, and she stared down at him after she stepped back from her work.

“I love you and want you to be in a cute and happy relationship, can you at least try and talk to him? For me?” She gave him a small smile, looking all cute and pouty and rocking herself back and forth onto her feet.

Harry couldn’t help but cave in, because he knew if he didn’t agree now, Lou would be back to trying to get him with someone else soon enough. She’s tried to get Harry with many, many guys before Niall, but this Niall guy has really gotten her whipped. She hasn’t been this determined to get Harry to be with a certain man before.

“Alright fine, I’ll have a chat with him but don’t expect me to come back all love drunk.” Lou was squealing right after he said ‘alright’ and her skinny frame came colliding with his as she gave him a large hug. Tina was yelling at her seconds later though, a ‘don’t ruin the couture!’ Screaming across the room.

-

He had never been more mad with Lou in his life, and that was a fact as soon as he laid eyes on Niall Horan as soon as he came onto the red carpet. Because Niall was matching with him, with a white suit that had gold lining along the cuff and ends and all along the collar. He had on a white turtleneck shirt underneath and a gold bowtie wrapped around the neckline. He looked absolutely fucking stunning, better than the magazines actually.

That’s why Lou didn’t talk back to him when he had said that they weren’t going to match, because they actually were, and his whole body went into overdrive as he walked right towards Niall as he smiled for the cameras.

Niall looked right at him when he was a few feet away, and Harry’s heart felt like it had grew lifeless in his body when they met eyes, both staring each other down from head to toe. It looks like Niall had some realization across his face as well, with the way his brows shot up into his forehead and his mouth almost hit the red carpet.

“Harry Styles? Right?” Niall asked, making the first move as he stepped a bit closer. They were almost toe to toe, their shoulders brushing as they tried to play it cool for the cameras, acting as if they were just taking some photos together.

“Yep, and Niall Horan?” Harry answered and asked through his charming smile.

“Did Laura and Lou do this?” Niall asked, now moving a hand to grab at Harry’s suit sleeve to pull them along to another set of cameras. Apparently they were going along with the ride now, letting the stylists win by being a couple.

This was probably breaking the internet right now, Harry’s notifications were going to be blowing up his phone more than usual. But he hasn’t decided if he minded yet.

“Yep, never saw it coming…but yeah.” Harry mumbled, now staring at the doors that lead into the building where the Gala was taking place. They were close to going inside now, and he wasn’t sure if they should part ways and do their own solo shots for the cameras yet.

“Well, I would love to have you in my company today Harry Styles, I’ll be saving a seat for you inside.” Niall had said that quietly into his ear, skillfully turning his head only the slightest bit so the cameras didn’t catch their secret conversation. Harry couldn’t even answer before the small brunet was pushing himself away and walking off to smile for the cameras somewhere else.

No spoilers - Dan Howell Imagine

Dan and I ran into the restaurant trying to fit underneath Dans jacket.

We laughed as he shook the water off of his jacket. “Why couldn’t we use your jacket? You know, the one that’s a raincoat?!”

“Because it’s cold out, and you’re wearing a long sleeved shirt and I have a dress on. That’s why Howell.” I said as I took my coat off and handed it to the man in the coat check. “Sorry they’re a bit wet.” She said apologetically to the man.

“Everyone’s waiting, c’mon!” Dan said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the restaurant.

We arrived to see a large round table surrounded by a bunch of our friends.

The minute we walked up to the table, one of my girlfriends exclaimed “Dan! Did you finish it yet?!”

His eyes opened wide and Dan exclaimed “I’m on the last episode, it fucked me up!” a little louder than he should’ve in a public place.

“What show are you talking about?” I asked as I  sat down and put my napkin on my lap.

In unison, “13 Reasons Why” the both said.

What.the.fuck. I wanted to watch that.

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Cherry (Part 27)- wolf!jikook story

Throughout the next two years, life is great and simple. The original trio stays best friends, Jimin still dislikes Yugyeom, and Tae’s the pastor for each of the weddings. It’s all fine and dandy, as Jungkook’s choir teacher likes to say, even better than he’d expected.

Friendships usually fall apart when people grow older, don’t they? Maybe Jungkook’s stupid for thinking it would happen to them. Or maybe he’s just watched too many sad movies.

Now nine years old, Jungkook very much enjoys school. Jaebum and Yugyeom are his best friends in the fourth grade, causing mischief in their classes and being praised for their excellent grades. The teachers tell his mother that he’s too loud and rambunctious at parent-teacher conferences, but they also mention that he’s an excellent student.

For his high grades, once his parents treated him to Culver’s and he’d ordered off the adult menu. How cool it was, proudly showing off his medium cup and huge sandwich to the world!

For him, it marked his transition into adulthood.

“Look at you, all grown up,” Jimin had commented after the meal, when Jungkook had arrived home and crawled through his window. Instead of the bed, they were in the closet, kissing. It’s a good place to show their affection, for it muffles the sound of their sloppy kisses and heavy breathing all the while hiding them from their parents. They’ve become a lot more strict about their no kissing/marking policy.

It’s crowded and hot in there, but it’s the only place Jungkook feels most comfortable when Jimin’s slipping his hand underneath his shirt or marking his neck. “I wish I could see you at school.”

“I know.”

It’s too bad that Tae and Jimin transferred to the middle school across the street. Even though they don’t see each other at school anymore, they still ride the bus together.

Usually Jungkook’s sleeping on Jimin’s shoulder, eyes hurting from the math problems and English submersion classes, or listening to music. Taehyung’s always singing, standing up, getting yelled at by the bus driver or all three at the same time. On the other hand, Jimin’s always talking to someone, whether it’s from the original trio or not.

If Jungkook considers himself popular (which he does), then Jimin’s mega popular. Everyone wants to make plans with him, have a conversation or sit by him on the bus. Which Jungkook doesn’t have a problem with, since most of the time he’s sleeping or messing around with Tae. Anyways, Jimin kept his promise, sitting by Jungkook each day due to their “bus buddy” status.

Yes, they’re growing up, but they’re still best friends! It’s going to stay like that, too.

Every week Jungkook and Jimin spend a day just talking and catching up with life. Usually it’s about school, growing up, or weird parents. It always ends in a sweet kiss that has Jungkook’s ears perked and tail curled.

This particular talk has Jungkook’s mouth popping open, eyes wide. “Jimin, we can’t talk about that stuff! It’s weird.”

“Body science is weird, Guk,” Jimin agrees, nose wrinkling as a butterfly flits by, “but they want us to learn about it.”

For the past ten minutes, as they slowly swing and eat fruit snacks, Jimin’s been telling him the things he’s learned about in body science. It’s disgusting talk, but Jungkook can’t help but feel a little bit curious.

“They told us about something only male Alphas can do,” Jimin whispers softly, a mischievous grin on his face. “The upperclassmen say it feels really good. Mark was telling me about when it happened to him, and he says I should do it as soon as I can.”

“What?” Jungkook whispers back. What could have Jimin smiling like this? “Kissing?”

Throwing his head back, Jimin laughs loudly, voice echoing throughout the quiet backyard. “No, no! It involves sex.”

“I thought kissing was sex.” Smiling when Jimin kisses his cheek, Jungkook shrugs, a little embarrassed.

“I can’t handle you sometimes. You’re too cute,” Jimin pets his ears, laughter still evident in his voice. “But no, kissing isn’t sex. They’re both very different things.”

“Okay. Then what are you talking about?” If only Jungkook knew what sex was!

“You really wanna know?” Jimin teases, causing Jungkook to wildly nod his head. “It’s very grown-up, y'know. Only older people can do it. Mark’s sixteen and he said he could!”

“Tell me!” Jungkook whines, on the verge of growling.

“It’s called,” Jimin lowers his voice, lips against Jungkook’s ear, “knotting.”

Episode recap/review 12.19: "The Future"

THEN: Oh, goody. It’s going to be a mytharc episode.

NOW: Sad, dirty Kelly Kline is being force-fed vitamins by Dagon. Dagon reminds her again that she’s going to die when the Lucifetus is born, and I wonder again why she would have showed her hand like that. She had Kelly right where she wanted her; a willing, compliant, trusting incubator. Why did she throw that away? She nags Kelly into taking a bath, in the saddest bathroom ever, complete with broken mirror. Kelly fills the rusty tub with a garden hose, apologizes to her unborn baby, takes a shard of the broken mirror, and slits her wrist.

Title card!

We have a lovely montage of Sam in the bunker, in full-blown research mode, looking through books and writing arcane markings on the map room table and just looking absolutely fantastic. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt with no apparent t-shirt underneath, and he’s extra scruffy. Not “The Born Again Identity” levels of scruffy, but scruffier than we normally see him, and it’s marvelous. I don’t know if it’s supposed to indicate something wrong, some level of obsession or lack of self care, but daaaaaamn. It’s fantastic.

The future looks fucking awesome, my friends.

Dean shows up, equally dark, also a bit scruffy (thank you baby Jesus) and is impressed by Sam’s work. Since he hasn’t seen any of it, either he’s been away, or Sam did all of this overnight. I’m going with B. He calls Sam “Beautiful Mind,” which I believe last happened when Sam was first having halluciferinations, and I know there’s no reason to assume this episode’s writer is actually aware of that. It’s probably a coincidence. But in a season full of callouts to earlier (better) days, it makes me wonder.

Sam’s been figuring out when the Lucifetus will be born, which doesn’t explain the symbols written all over the table, but that’s okay. We will deal. It does explain why we saw him circling the number 18, because he’s predicted the nephilim is due on May 18, which is coincidentally the day of the season finale.

(Sidebar: I’ve complained before about Entertainment Weekly ignoring SPN when they have roundups of the best shows to watch this week, season premieres, season finales, etc. This week’s EW actually did have a blurb about the SPN season finale. And I couldn’t read it because spoilers. File this under “be careful what you wish for.” Or maybe under “seriously, she’s never satisfied.”)

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Band-aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes

Prompt: An injured Steve Rogers stumbles into the clinic at closing time.
Reader Gender: Female
Character / Fandom: Steve Rogers / Captain America
Words: 3,150
Warnings: Injuries, blood, kissing [but does that really warrant a warning?], fluff, slight swearing, angst.
A/N: This is a rewrite of a fic by the same name with Dean Winchester. [x]

Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

The first time you met Steve Rogers, he stumbled into the clinic just as you were getting ready to lock up. He was bleeding from the shoulder, cradling his arm against his stomach, and stumbling as if he couldn’t see straight. Which, judging by the amount of blood that was flowing from a gash in his hairline, he probably couldn’t. The sight of a beaten man didn’t frighten you. You had been a nurse for several years now, so you had seen your fair share of wounds and injuries. It was the look in his eyes that made your blood run cold. They were wide enough you could see white, and they darted from side to side. He looked panicked, almost crazed.

“Can you help me?” His voice was sandpaper and gravel.

“Everyone’s gone home. I’m the only one here.” You weren’t exactly sure why you just told a complete stranger that you, a seemingly defenseless woman, were completely alone.

He ground his teeth, grimacing as his knees buckled. He fell hard against the reception counter, sliding it against the tiled floor with a borderline deafening squeal. You jogged around the displaced counter and slid an arm around his waist, pulling him up. It wasn’t easy by any means. He was tall and thick, in a good way, and under the dark jacket and red shirt, he was all muscle. You led the way to the closest exam room, thankful you hadn’t closed the door. Groaning, you flipped on the light and half-drug the injured man over to the exam table. You weighed your options as he dropped to the table and hunched over, gripping his arm against his belly. The closest person with more medical training than you was almost an hour away. The only thing you could do was grab everything you needed for an emergency exam. Thankfully, there were several tables set up for tomorrow.

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coffee stains

First day of the Carry On Countdown! Day 1: Coffee Shop AU


The autumn chill followed Baz into the Starbucks and nestled itself into his bones. He hadn’t been planning on stopping but Crowley, it was freezing out, and the pleasant smell of cinnamon was beckoning him. His wallet protested, but in the end his frozen fingertips won this battle.

It was a busy day, all bustle and noise, but Baz found it strangely comforting. It was nice to witness all this controlled chaos, to hear the unintelligible chatter, to know that in this setting, he wasn’t all that important. There was nothing riding on him, standing alone in the middle of a Starbucks. He was utterly average.

The line was kind of long, but Baz didn’t mind so much. He had nowhere better to be, and his basic-white-girl side was taking over- the cinnamon scent had given him an intense craving for a pumpkin spice latte. He tightened his scarf around his neck and allowed himself to relax into this place. He’d never been to this Starbucks before (he lived on the other side of town), but he thought it had a nice vibe. The people were all talking happily to one another, and almost everyone was smiling. In front of him was a tired-looking mom with twins in a stroller. Her husband rested his hand on her elbow- Baz smiled a tiny smile.

When there were only a few people in front of him, Baz could see the baristas. One of them, a short, chubby girl with bright purple hair, looked to be bossing the other around. The other barista was endearingly frazzled, like this was his first day on the job. He moved around so quickly Baz couldn’t follow him, and knocked a few things over in the process. His cheeks were flushed and freckled, and underneath his uniform hat his hair stood out in golden coils from his head, adding to the comedic effect of his frantic state.

“No, Simon, she said a venti,” the short girl muttered as Simon grabbed a grande cup. Baz chuckled to himself.

“What can I get for you today?” The male barista (Simon, Baz thought) asked. He sounded out of breath. Baz grinned.

“One tall pumpkin spice latte,” Baz said, eyeing the menu. “And an apple fritter.”

“Will that be all?”

Baz nodded.

“Can I get your name?”

“Tyrannus Basilton,” Baz said, ignoring the shell-shocked look in Simon’s eyes.

“I- I…” He began, but stopped, scribbling something on the cup that Baz was pretty sure was not his name. “That’ll be $8.13.”

Baz fished for the cash in his wallet and handed it over, noting the slight shake in Simon’s hands. “First day?”

“Is it that obvious?” Simon replied. “I’m getting the hang of it though…I think.” He started piecing together Baz’s drink, still talking though he faced away from him. “I definitely know how to make a PSL, though.” Though Baz couldn’t see it, he could hear the smile in Simon’s voice.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Baz said, trying (and failing) not to admire the muscles he could see sliding underneath Simon’s t-shirt.

“We’ll see about that,” Simon said, swirling whipped topping onto his creation. He looked at it, pleased, and turned around to look at Baz.

It felt like slow motion.

Simon spun around just a little too fast, put the top on the latte just a little too late- and spilled the entire thing all over Baz. It soaked through his sweatshirt and his scarf and his workout tank top, splashed all over his face, got into his hair. He stood there open mouthed, covered in sugar and stickiness. Shock had rendered him silent. Simon froze like a statue.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry,” he gushed, grabbing napkins by the fistful from the nearest dispenser. “Penny,” he called. “Can someone take over for me for a minute?”

The purple haired girl came out to the front again and stared at Baz, hopelessly trying to mop up the orangey-brown mess all over him. She looked like she was going to chastise Simon, but the remark died on her tongue when she saw how wide and wet his eyes were. “Yes,” she responded, defeated. Simon smiled, tearful but grateful, and whipped out from behind the counter.

“Come on,” he motioned to Baz, walking towards the bathroom. Baz dug pumpkin-spice crud out of his eyes. “I can’t apologize enough, really.”

Baz found his voice. “It’s alright, really. It’s just an old sweatshirt… I needed a shower anyway.” He laughed. Simon managed a small smile.

“Here, take that nasty thing off,” Simon insisted, motioning towards the sweatshirt. He undid his apron and removed his white t-shirt, revealing a black tank top and marvelous, tan shoulders. Baz choked on his own spit. Simon held the shirt out like a peace offering.

“A-are you sure?” Baz stuttered, eyes still locked on Simon’s broad shoulders and muscular arms. He wasn’t sure he could handle this. He was having difficulty remembering how to breathe.

“Of course,” Simon said. “I’m sure I’ve screwed up your day enough, without you having to walk home in the cold in a wet hoodie.”

Baz’s arms were weighed down with lead. He forced them to shrug out of his ruined sweatshirt and tug it over his head. “Really, don’t sweat it,” he said, but took the shirt gratefully. His tank top was soaked, too, so he reached behind him and pulled it off, trying to ignore the cold air, and the heat in his cheeks. Simon’s gaze seemed charged, the whole atmosphere seemed buzzing with electricity. Baz looked down at the floor as he slipped Simon’s shirt over him, letting it settle softly down onto his shoulders. When he looked up, Simon was the color of a fire engine.

“Um. Um,” Simon stuttered, golden eyelashes fluttering at a mile a minute. He let out an incoherent sound that Baz thought might be a word- possibly not in English- then shook his head like a wet dog. He looked as though trying to shake something out of his mind.

“Okay..” Baz said uncertainly, folding up the sweatshirt and tank top and putting them on his arm. “When can I get this back to you?” He hooked his finger into the collar of the shirt.

“Let me just get you another coffee- on the house, I’ll give you your money back. Then we’ll talk.” He whisked out of the bathroom, and Baz followed him, slightly dazed. Without even bothering to tie his apron up again, he went to the cash register and retrieved the eight dollars (along with Baz’s apple fritter) and mixed him up another drink. This time, he carried it gingerly over, to a comical degree. Baz had to fight the giggle he felt in the back of his throat.

“I’m taking my break,” Simon called out as they handed Baz the drink, looking to Penny for approval. She nodded.

“Fifteen minutes, Snow,” she called back, trying (failing) to sound irritated.

They made their way to a corner booth next to a window, where the sun streamed in and hit Simon’s hair just so, making it look like individual strands of gold. Baz sipped pleasantly on his latte, admiring Simon in a way not entirely ignored by the other boy.

“Listen,” Simon started after a few minutes of small talk. He fiddled with a hair tie wrapped around his wrist, and Baz couldn’t help but picture him with his tawny curls subdued in a messy bun, ringlets falling around his freckled face. “This isn’t exactly standard work protocol, but I’m going to give you my number, alright? You have to get the shirt back somehow…” He trailed off, like there was more he wanted to say. Baz leaned forward.

“And maybe we could go for coffee, or something?” Simon spat the words out like they’d been burning his tongue, glancing demurely at Baz through his eyelashes.

“Only if you promise not to spill it on me,” Baz joked. Simon beamed, reaching over and grabbing the PSL cup out of his hands. He unhooked a marker from the belt loops of his jeans and scrawled a number on the cup in jagged-edged, childlike handwriting.

“Simon!” Penny called from the kitchen. Simon jumped. He set the cup down next to Baz and began fastening the ties of his apron around his neck. “Time to get back to work.”

“Text me-”

“I’ll text you-”

They laughed, having spoken at the same time, and then Simon turned away. Baz watched the slight sway of his hips as he went back to the counter, sipping on his drink through a smile.

Today turned out to be a better day than he’d thought.

Klaine Advent Drabble - “Those Kinds of Movies” (Rated NC17)

An appalled Kurt starts discussing the fashion choices of the men in the porn video he and Blaine are watching. Unfortunately for Blaine, he’s trying to get his boyfriend’s clothes off at the same time. (598 words)

Written for the Klaine Advent Drabble prompt ‘video’. Takes place while they’re in high school, but after “The First Time” (obviously xD) Just a fluffy, high school AU, with some flaily making out.

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“I don’t get it,” Kurt says with remarkable control considering Blaine is working his way down his neck to his chest, lips grazing skin as Blaine eases the leopard print cardigan off Kurt’s shoulders.

“What?” Blaine murmurs, lightly sucking, doing his best not to leave a visible mark. “What don’t you get?”

“Well … mmm,” Kurt hums, finally sounding affected after fifteen minutes of distracted necking, “why do they always leave their shoes on in these videos? Is that for product placement or something?”

“I don’t think so.” Blaine chuckles, the sensation of his breath peppering Kurt’s skin exciting locales uncovered, successfully pulling Kurt’s attention away from the movie playing on Blaine’s laptop. “I’m not sure that Nike really wants to have their brand associated with gay porn.”

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Chaos pt. 5 (Fin)

Bucky x avengers x reader


Notes: SMUT, violence, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, more violence. 

lilacs-lavender 

‘Not yet’ he growls as he lunges at me.

His heavy body covers mine completely as he takes my lips in a ferocious kiss. His erection pressed against my wet folds, the taste of myself still covering his lips; now also covering mine, it’s almost too much. My body hasn’t forgotten how close I was to my climax and the build up begins again. The filth of his kiss, the metal fingers gripping the back of my neck; his warm flesh fingers taking my nipple and pulling roughly as I claw at his back. He rocks his hips against me, desperate for some friction against his rock hard cock. I’m losing my mind. My thoughts go from scrambled to simply incoherent fragments of what once was.

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Fluttery Touches

Character: GOT7′s Yugyeom || You

Genre: Smut, Werewolf!AU, Fluff

Word Count: 2, 982

Summary: Yugyeom had found his mate but insecurities held him back from claiming her

A/N: There’s a lot of request for me to post this up so here it is! Hope you like it and I’m still finishing up the requests so I hope you can wait a bit more >//<

Bobbing his head along with the music booming through his headphones, Yugyeom made his way towards the library. He could feel eyes on him even though his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. Yugyeom emitted a bright and bubbly personality but deep inside, he caged a wild beast. Yugyeom, along with his pack, was a werewolf. His pack has lived in this neighborhood for quite a long time. His pack was a smaller pack from a larger one, divided according to their ages and gender. It meant that there were a lot of other packs that were sheltered under one large pack, containing older werewolves. They were called The Councils. Each town held different werewolves councils. In Yugyeom’s pack, there were 7 boys who were in their senior year of high school. Yugyeom was one of the strongest ones in his pack. Well, everyone was strong. He used to be the weakest one, but practice makes perfect, and now he is ranked the third after their alpha, Mark, and beta, Jackson.

All eyes were on him as he entered the library that was crowded with students studying for their exams. Suddenly,Yugyeom froze in his step. A sweet scent overwhelmed his senses, making his wolf claw inside of him. He swallowed, regulating his breath, trying to control the wolf from attempting to claw its way out. He pulled off his headphones and scanned through the crowd for the source of the scent. He swallowed and walked to the counter. Yugyeom’s eyes were glued to a book held by the librarian. He called out for the lady and motioned at the book. “Can I have that?” The librarian looked at the book, then at him before handing it to him. Yugyeom thanked her before frantically opening the book to look at the I.D card. Yugyeom traced his finger over the last name printed on the card. The scent on the book was subtle, but it was stronger from the other side of the library. Taking the book with him, Yugyeom traced the scent, only to be lead towards a girl between the tall book racks.

You were on your toes, trying to reach for a book that was too high for you. Damn it, who would put it that high. You were looking for the book all over only to find that it was out of your reach. Suddenly, a masculine hand reached for the book instead, his figure loomed over you. He pulled the book out as your eyes followed it, turning around to never let it out of your sight. But the fact that you bumped into a hard chest, startled you. Looking up, you were greeted with a handsome face that was smiling at you. His bright eyes were twinkling at you and you could see your reflection in them. It was one of the school heart throbs, Yugyeom. You looked away from him, feeling heat starting to rise to the tip of your ears and then swell to your cheeks. You let your fingers scratched the back of your ear, a habit you did when you were shy or nervous. And your little crush on him wasn’t helping, at all. You were an introvert, a shy girl that only had a few friends and who loves to read. While he was loved by everyone here,  including the teachers. Girls wanted to be with him, and guys want to be him. He held the book out for you. You glanced at his face before taking it, uttering a thank you before scurrying off. However before you could leave, he called out your name, making you freeze in your spot.

Yugyeom jogged to you, blocking your path. “Wait, I have something to ask you.” Your scent made his mouth water, but he tried to control himself, not wanting to scare you away. His mate. His chest swelled with pride as his wolf howled in victory. He had met his mate. ‘Mark is going to flip if he knows this.’ Yugyeom scratched the back of his head as he thought of something to talk to you about. He couldn’t just ask you out. The book in his hand suddenly caught his attention. Yugyeom showed you the book and watched as your eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I saw you borrowed this. I was just going to ask you about it.” Yugyeom suppressed his grin as he watched you beam with excitement. “Ahh! That is my favorite book.” Yugyeom nodded before taking the card out from its pocket that was stick inside. “Yea, I can see that.” Your name filled most of the lines, signaling that you always borrowed it, making you blushed. Yugyeom grinned at you. “So, maybe we could have some coffee and you can tell me about this book?” He carefully arranged his sentence. You froze. It was as if the world had come to a halt in that moment. The infamous Yugyeom is asking you out. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. When you looked up towards him, he was waiting for your answer, his eyes bored into yours, and that make it hard for you to say no. Muttering a yes, Yugyeom pumped his fist in the air but quickly stopped it, but a stupid smile still tugged on his lips. “Great! I’ll see you after class.”

He actually waited for you. You purposely stayed back until there were less people. You came out and he was still waiting for you. You thought he was gonna leave already. When he saw you, his eyes gleamed with happiness and he waved at you. You shyly walked towards him. Yugyeom felt like he could burst out of joy at the sight of you. He could see the slight pink at the tip of your ears that made him grinned, but he bit his lips to hide it. Motioning towards his car, he led you towards it before opening the passenger door for you. Luckily there were less people in the parking lot so there was less attention towards you and him. Yugyeom was thinking of different ways to make you open up towards him. The ride towards the cafe was silent, only to be filled with the soft hum of the radio. Yugyeom hummed along with the song playing, making you perk up. His voice was quite good. You looked down, a small smile tugged on the corner of your lips. You turned your head towards the window, hiding it from him. Still, Yugyeom caught the glimpse of your smile on the side mirror making his heart skip a beat. Unconciously, he started to grin. Once you arrived at the cafe, Yugyeom quickly got out of the car and ran towards your side, pulling the door open for you. You couldn’t help the fluttering feeling inside your belly at his gesture. He led you inside. The cafe was really comfortable and quiet. You wandered towards the desserts display. Yugyeom watch as your eyes twinkled, like a little kid in an ice-cream shop. He felt giddy inside. He couldn’t believe that his mate is right in front of his eyes. The waitress came back with his order. He thanked the girl who had been oogling him since he entered the cafe. Calling your name, he motion towards the seats outside, bringing the drinks along. You quietly follow him, sitting on the opposite seat from him. You noticed that his actions were carefully arranged that made you quietly smiled at him.

The rest of the evening went well. You had quite an amazing time with Yugyeom. And it didn’t just stop there. He started to fetch you from school and would sometimes drop by to have some lunch or even dinner with you. Your mom was rarely home, as she is a nurse in the emergency area. Most of the time, Yugyeom would always accompany you. Eventually, it became official between both of you. He had brought you to meet with his pack and yes, he also told you his secret. Surprisingly, you were not afraid of him. And he also told you that you were his mate. Everything was going great until you noticed that Yugyeom had become different. He was becoming more agitated. Relentless. It’s like something was bothering him. Everytime you tried to talk to him about it, he would dodge your question. You decided that tonight you were going to confront him, corner him so that he would talk and corner him was what you did. After dinner at your house, you pulled him towards the couch and pushed him down. Sitting beside him, you stared at him seriously. He frowned. Yugyeom could feel what was about to come so he just sighed and sat back, waiting for your question again. “Yugyeom, just tell me what’s wrong.” He timidly glanced at you. Your eyebrows knitted together, concerns filled your bright brown irises. He bit his lips, searching for ways to put it to you. “My packs are worried about us. About you.” You frowned. “Why would they be worried about me?” Yugyeom let out a shaky breath. “Because the mating season is approching. They are worried that I would lose control and hurt you since you are… inexperienced.” You blushed at his last words. He was fidgeting with his rings while explaining the whole thing to you.

Of course they would worry. He is a wild beast inside and could snap anytime, while you were just a small delicate virgin who has never even kissed anyone and the fact that he was two years older than you, you were sure that he was more experienced than you. “But you won’t, right?” You whispered, making Yugyeom snap his head towards you. “I know you won’t hurt me.” You said, louder this time feeling a surge of confidence run through you. Yugyeom stared into your eyes. You could see they were gleaming with happiness as a small smile curved onto his lips. You cupped his cheek before pecking his lips. His smiles turned to a full grin before pulling you flushed against his body and showered you with kisses making you giggled. Slowly, he pushed you down on the couch. He kissed your lips softly, but it full of passion. It made your heart melt. His fingers slowly slipped under your shirt, caressing the soft skin underneath it as if asking for your permission. You broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead against yours as both of you stare into each other’s eyes. “May I?” You nodded in response. The corner of his lips lifted into a small grin before pulling away from you to pull your shirt off, revealing your trembling body under his fervent touch. His fingers glided on your smooth skin, savoring the feel of your skin against his. A soft sigh escaped your lips when Yugyeom attached his plump lips on your neck, leaving trails of pink marks all the way down to your collarbone. His hand moved downward toward your jeans. Fumbling with the button, he almost cursed before succeeding with it and pulled the zipper down.

You could sense he was nervous by his trembling hands pushing your jeans down. His breathing was shaky and he was being cautious with every touch, as if you were a fragile, breakable porcelain doll. Lacing your fingers in his dark locks, you pulled his face upward to plant a deep kiss on his lips to tell him that it’s okay. He caressed your bare waist before proceeding to unclip your bra and push the strap off your shoulder. You shivered when he pulled it off and threw it, exposing your half-erect nipples to the cold air. Yugyeom broke away from you just to pull his shirt off before leaning back down. He wanted to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable being the only one half naked. His lips attacked your collarbone while his large hand palmed your mounds, caressing your hardening nipple. A soft moan grazed your lips making Yugyeom growled inwardly. He had been trying to control himself, his wolf especially, since it’s your first time. He doesn’t want to lose control and hurt you but your sweet scent and the sounds you made. He doubted his self-control now.

Sliding his free hand down, Yugyeom caressed your lower belly. Teasing. Slowly, he slipped his hands into your panties and grazed his middle finger on your opening. You grabbed his biceps before softly moaning his name. Yugyeom smirked. He could feel your juices flowing out making your panties wet. “Why are you so wet? I haven’t even start yet.” Pressing his palm down, he dipped his long finger into your slit, one finger at a time. He growled at your tightness. You whined when his finger slipped deep inside of you. He was caressing your wet wall. You let out a surprised cry when he added one more finger, your toes curled in pain when he slowly moved them. You whined his name making him stopped moving his fingers, burying them deep inside of you. “Shh, I’m trying to reduce the pain for you. I would fit in easier later.” You couldn’t help but be turned on when Yugyeom whispered those words innocently to you. He leaned back to watch your reaction but was more turned on by the sight. Your eyes hooded with your brows knitted together, lower lips caught between your teeth to suppress the sinful noises. Frowning, Yugyeom reached towards your chin, softly pulling them to make you let go of your lower lips. “Let it go. I want to hear it. Every noise of you, let me hear them.”

Yugyeom pulled out his fingers that were coated with your juices. He slipped them inside his mouth, licking every drop clean. Breaking away from you, he unbuckled his pants and pushed it down, his boxer following after. You swallowed at the sight of his naked body. His chest were hard and was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his erection was glistening as he started to pump it in his hand, making it harder. Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned down on you and kissed you softly. You let out a soft sigh as your eyes fluttered close. You felt Yugyeom aligning himself against your opening. Slowly, he pushed in. Breaking the kiss, your breathing became rigid. Yugyeom was now fully inside of you, stretching every inch of your wall. You were snug around him making Yugyeom growled, fisting the blanket underneath you as if to anchor his conscience so that his wolf wouldn’t take over and have its way with you. Among his pack mates, he was the one with the most control over his wolf. But now, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Looking up, you saw Yugyeom’s brows knitted together and sweat trickled down the side of his head. His blazing skins complimenting your burning one as his erection was fully seated inside of you, waiting for your body to adjust to his size. Feeling a bit comfortable as the pain subsided, you hold on to his biceps feeling his tensed muscles relaxed underneath your touch. He lowered himself to touch his forehead against yours. “May I?” His restrained voiced penetrated your senses making you unconsciously nodded back at him. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Yugyeom started to move his hips slowly. In and out of you, his paces were slow at first. His lips attached to yours to distact you from the pain that was slowly melting into pleasure. Moaning out his name through the kiss, you bucked your hips to encourage him to go faster. But Yugyeom grabbed your hips to stop you from moving. “No sweetheart, not tonight. Let’s just take it slow for tonight okay?” He hushed to you; his voice had gone deeper and huskier. You nodded as Yugyeom continue to set his pace slow but deep.

You could feel the pressure building inside of you. Yugyeom’s lips were attached to your earlobe as he started to increase his pace to chase his orgasm. His name spilled from your parted lips with every of his thrust inside of you, skin slapping against skin and you could feel your orgasm approaching. You claw his back, your breathing turned into panting and gasping. When he hit your sweet spot, a loud cry escaped your lips as your body shivered and your back arched welcoming the toe curling orgasm rippling through your body. Yugyeom growled upon feeling you milk his erection. He licked your shoulder before sinking his teeth on the junction of your shoulder and your neck, branding you as his. The pain made you moan as you ride out your orgasm when Yugyeom bucked his hips, burying himself deep into you. He let out a deep groan as he also reached his high, painting your walls with his hot seeds. Your eyes fluttered closed, drowsiness starting to take over you when a soft pair of lips pressed against your forehead. You smiled and wrapped your arms around Yugyeom’s torso to pull his body close. Both of you were sticky with sweats but you didn’t care. He pulled himself out of you making you moaned at the emptiness. Yugyeom collapsed on top of you making you giggled. “Heavy..” You fake a whine making him chuckled. “Yah, that hurts my pride.” You laughed at him before he turned you over so that you would be lying on top of him. “That’s better.” You looked down at him, frowning. “You’re supposed to bring me to the bedroom.” He looked around before grabbing a blanket and cover both of you with it. “Nah, I like it like this.” He grinned at you making you giggled. Making yourself comfortable, you laid your head on his chest, letting his soft heartbeat lullaby you to sleep.

Made For You (Part 2)

Summary: The team rescues one of Hydra’s victims, and their similar pasts pique Bucky’s interest.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1800

Warnings: hospital stuff, a bit of angst, also a microscopic bit of fluff

A/N: I feel like this part is a little bit of a mess. Although, like the characters, I’m also trying to figure everything out. So I guess it works? Heh. Sorry for it being so long. But I hope you enjoy the little plot twist!

Part 1


Originally posted by caps-bucky

Y/N

I can still hear the fight going on in the streets, even over the thundering of my own heart. As I sit on the ground in a dark alleyway, hugging my knees to my trembling body, I flinch at the screams of the civilians. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing. If I can’t get myself together and gather my strength, I won’t be able to make it out of here.

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Two worlds

I absolutely live for Halloween! (Ask my friends who I annoy daily with lame ass halloween jokes)

I finish up my own version of a haunted house as I switch the lights off, plugging in the lamps and decorations that should make sure nobody actually hurts themselves while roaming around in the dark of my home. The whole lower floor of the house was filled with Halloween themed ornaments going from fake spiders and cobwebs to blood splatters on the wall.

“Why aren’t you ready yet? We’re all in costume already Y/n…” Hillary groans as she steps foot into the living room, her eyes glancing towards me before she lets her eyes wander across the room.
“It’s amazing what you did around here.”

“This is my costume. And thanks.” I point to my normal clothes, trying to supress a grin as I toy with the hem of my dress. “Y/n, you can’t be fucking serious!” Hillary lisps, her fake fangs falling out of her mouth as she speaks with such force.

“I’m a homicidal maniac, they look like everyone else.” I shrug my shoulders and take the for now empty bowl into the kitchen so Sarina could will it up with her concoction of the night.
“Did you just quote the Adam’s family?” Sarina raises an eyebrow at me and I can’t hold back my grin as I sheepishly nod.
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s October, Halloween is impending and I’m way too excited for it.” Sarina starts laughing as she takes the bowl from my hands, dropping it onto the table while she shakes her head.

“No seriously, what are you going as?” Hillary pops up in the kitchen and I turn around swiftly, leaning against the countertop. “Corpse bride. I found a dress at the thrift store to fuck up.” I finish my sentence and push past both my mates to go upstairs and quickly finish my make up and put on my costume.

Sarina had told me she had invited one of her best friends, Michael, and he was dragging a guy along that would definitely spark my interest – her words, not mine. I had been complaining for quite some time about craving affection and someone to come home to, and lately all my mates have been trying to do is set me up with random stranger or blind dates. I went on two, in the very beginning of my naïve state, but I crawled back from that fairly quickly.

The first guy had all these weird quirks that you can’t help but creeped out by. The second guy on the other hand, was a total creep who stroked my hair and told me he’d love to have long locks like I had – for half an hour straight – oh, and don’t forget the eyes the made while doing so either.

After that second, disastrous date that ended even worse than it had started, I swear I kept seeing that guy show up at random places I’d visit almost daily. I was losing my shit and threatening to go to the police when Sarina said she would take care of it. You can see why I’m not too keen on this whole matching up thing.

“People are starting to pile in. Damn, nice.” Sarina cuts herself off as she eyes me through my vanity mirror. I was putting the last touches of holes in my cheek to finish off my Corpse Bride look, dress already hanging loosely off of my body.

“I just have to spray my hands, could you help?” I smile as I hold out the can of light blue spray paint towards one of my best friends, who lovingly sprays any tan coloured skin in the blue hue.
“Michael and Calum are here in half an hour max.” Sarina states as she drops the can and wipes her hands on a nearby towel. “Who’s Calum?”

Sarina eyes me and I shrug my shoulder before it seems to click in my mind. “Oh, that guy.”
“Y/N, I swear he isn’t a creep of sorts. He’s a bit peculiar, but he’s such a gentle, caring guy. And it helps that he’s super-hot and readily available.” Sarina wiggles her eyebrows and me and she receives an eye roll in return as I take to fistfuls of dress.

“Does he know you’re trying to set him up?” I raise an eyebrow as I pass her, the music slowly creeping up on me as I descend down the stairs. “Mikey has told him the same as I have told you.”
I chuckle humourlessly as I stop at the bottom of the stairs. Hillary claps her hands like a retarded seal as she spots me and scampers over.

“That means absolutely nothing then. I might’ve just stuck with my first costume.” I wink and Hillary slaps my arm rather harshly. “Don’t want to creep a new guy out on the first try, Y/n.”
I decide to leave them bickering about this Calum-person and help myself to a glass of punch. One has a gooey bright green colour, the other a deep red with bits of human floating around in it.

“Y/n, I’d like you to introduce you to someone.” I hear Sarina’s voice and when I turn around, I’m met with Michael who is dressed as… “Assassins Creed?”
“Hell yeah, hi Y/n!” Michael smiles as I envelope him in a small welcoming hug before I retreat. “This is my mate, Calum.” My gaze falls from Michael with his bright green hair to the tanner boy with the bright green hat.

As I let my gaze wander over his features, I firstly notice his costume, which immediately makes me grin brightly and let out a loud giggle. “Luigi?”
Calum smiles at me and nods his head and when I see his pearly white teeth, I think I might be sold. His lips are plump, a little pink and very inviting. His eyes seem to shine even in the dim lighting I had taken care of earlier on tonight. You could see his muscles bulge through his green, tight shirt underneath his dungaree.

I had to admit that Sarina was right and look-wise, he was and had everything that had me drooling under a second. He seemed kind of nice, but most of the people do before you get to know them.
“Let me think…” Calum speaks up as he gazes over my own attire, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as I see a frown settle onto his features.

“Corpse Bride? Tim Burton?” Calum suddenly seems to make a click and he looks so cute with his cheeks stretched because of his wide smile.
“Yes, I’m a sucker for Tim Burton movies.” I sigh out dreamily, holding my blue roses and lilies closer to my chest as I bite my own bottom lip.

“Why Luigi?” I raise an eyebrow as I amusedly smirk, dropping my bouquet of flowers on a nearby table. I wasn’t going to drag it around all night.
“Me and another mate, Luke, had matching outfits for a party we went to last night. I have to admit I am recycling my costume.” Calum grins guiltily and I gasp in fake-shock, flat hand pressed against my chest. “Excuse me? How dare you!” I start laughing immediately after though.

It takes me some time to realize Michael and Sarina had ditched us and it was just Calum and I. By now I’m wondering how long they have been gone and how much time had already passed within Calum’s presence. He was a joy to be around and I haven’t laughed so hard in forever.

“Whose fingers do you had to cut to get these?” Calum points to the hotdogs that I had desperately tried to make like fingers between a bun – which I succeeded at if you ask me – and I laugh loudly before I hold up my own left hand. Calum’s eyes widen as he sees the multiple bandages covering my fingers. “What did you do?”
“Cut myself on the can of hot dogs. I might be a bit of a klutz.” I shrug my shoulders and smile shyly as I lift my solo cup to my lips.

“Well, Y/n, I see it’s time for me to head off, I have work early tomorrow.” I gasp, for real this time, as my gaze shoots towards the clock. “Oh my, I didn’t even see the time.” I feel a blush creep on my cheeks as I flutter my eyelids in Calum’s direction, tip of my tongue poking out from between my red lips. “But, Miss Bride, I have a question for you to ask before I depart.” Calum bows down and I giggle heartily, shaking my head at him amused when he stands back to his full height.

“Do you think Luigi and Corpse Bride could go on a date?” I feel my lips take the shape of an ‘o’ before I scratch my arm in a shy manner. At first I was apprehensive about even meeting Calum, but after speaking for almost four hours straight, I think it might be a crime to not say yes to his question. Calum had proven to be a true gentleman, one a woman could only dream of, and I was ready to explore more of this intriguing person.
“It will be a clash of two worlds, but I’ll think we’ll make it work.” I smile as I hand my phone to a brightly grinning Calum Hood.

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OR/AND tell me your lamest halloween joke!!

Please, Mr. Barakat

A/N: This one isn’t actually one that was requested. I’ve just been I’ve been having sexy dominant Jack feels and I’ve been reading a lot of teacher-smut so I thought writing something like this would be a good way to get back into posting regularly. It’s a little bit different then my usual smut, but I hope you like it regardless.

Premise: Y/N is a bad-girl student who never does her homework and hardly ever listens, she constantly distracts the teacher, Jack, and turns him on. One day, after she wears a shirt that showcases her boobs and a skirt with no panties, Jack finally decides to take matters into his own hands.

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There was a knock on the door of the classroom. Jack paused his lecture and sighed to himself. He didn’t even have to glance over at the door, he knew exactly who was there.

Every single day it was this same goddamn routine.

Jack had 27 students in his geography class; while the majority of them were bright students who knew exactly what they were doing, there were a few students who didn’t give a shit.

But then there was Y/F/N.

In all Jack’s years of teaching, he had never met a student that pissed him off more than she did. Every day she would show up twenty minutes into class, knock on the door, explain her bullshit story for not being there and sit at the front of the classroom, spending all of class teasing him.

Jack walked over to the door, opening it up so that Y/N could walk inside. Only today, Jack knew he didn’t want her there.

While Y/N always wore inappropriate clothes, they were usually within reason; some days she wore fishnets, other days it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, sometimes she would wear tight jeans, and some days she would a see-through shirt. But NOTHING was as bad as today.

Today she wore a skin-tight, black leather tank-top that was clearly designed to show more boob then tank-top, along with no bra. Her skirt was just as tight but see through, and she was wearing absolutely no panties underneath.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Barakat.” She smiled through her dark red lipstick, “I was….” She paused for a moment and shrugged. “You know what, I don’t even have an excuse. I just didn’t want to be here.” She took her seat at the front of the room, leaning back in her desk and chuckling.

Jack didn’t say a word back, he just stared at her; he couldn’t help but dream of reaching his hand down under that skirt and fingering her himself.

“Is something wrong?” She smirked again, “Mr. Barakat?”

Jack shook his head, “I will see you after class,” He turned back to his desk, sitting down in an attempt to hide the bulge underneath.

This time she had drawn the line, she had worn a lot of provocative clothing in the past, but this time Jack could hardly control himself. He only prayed no one could see the bulge from under his pants. She wasn’t going to get away with this, no, not this time. She was going to get the punishment she deserved.

After class, everyone cleared the room; “Page 135 is for homework everyone!” He called out after his classmates. When everyone cleared out, he turned to Y/N, who was sitting comfortably at her desk.

“You can’t keep doing this.” Jack hissed.

“Doing what?” Y/N responded, her voice innocent and confused.

Jack’s hands bawled into fists, “You know goddamn well what you’re doing.”

Y/N chuckled to herself, standing up from her desk and making her way over to her teacher. “Why, Mr. Barakat? I thought you said we weren’t allowed swearing in here?”

Jack couldn’t respond, he could feel the beads of sweat drip down from his forehead. She was a smart girl considering she never did her homework, she knew exactly what to do to get Jack where she wanted him. He couldn’t let her win, he’d never hear the end of it.

“What is it now, Mr. Barakat?” She leaned over the desk, “Did I leave you speechless?”

Jack felt the anger boil inside of him, he wasn’t going to let her get away with this. No, it was time for him to get aggressive.

“Against the wall,” He commanded, his voice now threatening.

She raised an eyebrow, unsure if she had heard him correctly. “What was that?”

“Against the wall, now!” Jack snapped, using the loudest voice he could muster. He had never been so mad before, for months she had tortured him, now it was time for his revenge.

Y/N jumped back, now scared as to what Jack would do. She backed up, slowly wandering over to the wall.

Jack smirked slightly, finally, he was the one in power. He crossed over to the door, locking it and covering all the windows so that no one could see the two.

“Alright you little slut,” Jack spoke, his voice now low and harsh, he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m going to punish you, then, we’ll see if I’ll fuck you.”

Now it was Y/N who was sweating, her legs were quivering as she worried what Jack would do to her. She had never seen him this way before.

Jack crossed over to his student, raising her skirt up so he could see her bare ass; the sight making his erection grow. He held a ruler from his desk tightly in his hand, growing excited at the thought of hearing her moan.

“Please Mr. Barakat…” She spoke in a hushed voice, scared, “I’ll behave…”

“It’s too late for that.” And with that, the first slap hit her ass. She cried out in pain, writhing and wiggling against the ruler. Jack didn’t hold back, this is what she got for being a provocative slut.

“What a little whore…” Jack struck the ruler down again, listening closely to the sweet sound it made when it hit her skin.

“Fuck! Mr. Barakat! Shit!” She cringed, clutching her ass with her hands as she cried. She wanted to stroke her clit, give some sort of contact to the dripping wet area… but right now, she belonged to Jack.

“Move your hands,” Jack demanded, and she did as told, knowing the fate that would follow if she refused.

Jack rained down the ruler once again, “FUCK! AH!” She screamed, tears now present in her voice. Her pale ass was now reddening, the mark burning into her skin.

“You make such sweet sounds, surely this isn’t your first spanking?”

Y/N glared up at him, not speaking; unsure what would follow if she talked back anymore.

“Two more,” Jack told her. It would had been more if not for his own desires, he needed to fuck her. He was throbbing more and more with every painful moan she gave out.

He hardly gave her any time of relief before raising the ruler yet again. He slapped it against the same red area, causing her to cry out; “FUCK,” her moans starting becoming pained, needy. She wanted Jack just as much as her wanted her.

“One final time,”

He raised his hand holding the ruler let again, and slapped her ass now with all the force he could manage, she cried out so loud; he was scared someone would hear her. She cried and cried until Jack told her to shush. He didn’t want the sound to end, but he needed it to. He needed her so badly it ached.

“Alright,” Jack commanded, pulling Y/N’s hair so that she would get off the floor. “Get the fuck up.” There were so many things he wanted to do to her. He unbuckled his pants, sliding them and his boxers down to the ground so that it was nothing but his dick.

Y/N fell to her knees without a single order, desperate for Jack’s cockto be touching her, she pulled off her top and skirt, leaving her boobs grazing the base of his shaft and her legs to be open to whatever he wanted to do. She waited for instruction, not wanting to get spanked again.

“Suck.” Jack ordered, fingers still tangled within her hair ready to push himself even deeper into his mouth.

She opened her mouth wide, her tongue grazing against the head of Jack’s cock, hoping to tease him a little herself. She pushed her mouth deeper, sucking on his cock until he pushed her further and further.

“No gag reflex yet?” Jack complained. “Looks like I’ll need to go even deeper.”

Jack thrust himself forward, so much so that Y/N sent out a little whimper; she didn’t gag, nor did she choke, she just sucked; her mouth now kissing down his balls. Jack was honestly a little sad he wasn’t getting a reaction. He withdrew himself from her mouth, unsure of how much longer he could last without putting it in.

Y/N closed her mouth, a little upset that Jack’s cock suddenly wasn’t in there. She licked the remaining precum off her lips, awaiting what Jack would ask of her next.

“You’ve been such a good slut, I’ll reward you.”

He leaned down, down to his knees so that he was now just inches away from her asshole. He pressed his tongue against the base of the entrance, pushing it inside so that he was licking her asshole. She was being surprisingly obedient, considering how much she misbehaved before the spanking.

“Fuck, oh fuck…” She moaned. Jack didn’t respond, he just pushed his tongue even further, his one hand gripped tightly on her bright red ass and the other stroking himself; rubbing her spit up and down his length. He couldn’t do this, he needed to fuck her.

“Alright; against the fucking wall again.” Jack commanded, “I can’t take this any longer.”

Jack positioned himself against her entrance, pushing his cock inside. “AHHHH!” She screamed in response, Jack covering her mouth almost instantly in fear that someone would hear. Another slap hit against her ass as a warning; as she quieted herself down enough for Jack to start fucking her. Y/N’s nails dug into his skin as he pushed himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, her body shaking from desperation.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum. You cum when I tell you to cum.”

Jack wanted to go slowly, keep the fire alive and torture her even further, this was just TOO good… but he was dying; he needed to cum.

“Please Mr. Barakat… please… I’m so horny… just fuck me, please.”

“Tell me how much of a whore you are.” He moved himself faster and faster, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy with every word he spoke. He wasn’t going to give in that easily. His balls began slapping against her pussy, moans escaping from her mouth.

“I’m a little whore Mr. Barakat, now please…” She whined, beyond desperate.

“Beg.” Jack replied, trying to maintain his cruelty despite wanting to cum himself.

“Please…!” She managed to choke out, hardly able to breathe.

“L-louder,” Jack choked back, his voice aggressive. He wanted to see her scream, he wanted to see her wriggle and writhe in the torture he had been enduring for months.

“PLEASE MR. BARAKAT!” She cried out, unable to hold back her orgasm any longer.

Jack smirked, finally allowing her to have some pleasure, “Cum with me,” Jack demanded; thrusting so fast that he could hardly choke out the words. “Cum now. Cum now. Cum-” His words were cut off by the feeling of white hot liquid pouring from his cock; the heat between the two of them mixed together, causing them both to moan out.

“Fuck….” He sighed, struggling to stay standing. He lifted his tie off the ground, “Use this to clean off.”

She did as told, cleaning herself off and putting her clothes back on.

“I… um…” She panted, staring at Jack as he put his clothes back on, “I should go.”

She turned away, heading towards the door; “Y/N!”

“Yes, Mr. Barakat?” She turned back.

“I hope you learned a lesson here.”

Y/N chuckled, “Mr. Barakat, if being a “little whore” gets me sex like that, then it’s well worth it.” She smiled, “Bye-bye!”

Jack chuckled to himself as he sat back down in his chair; amused.

Perhaps this girl wasn’t as bad as he once thought.