i laughed at this for a good five minutes

Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU

Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol

Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!


The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.

Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.

Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.

“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.

Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.

You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.

Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.

Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.

“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”

“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.

Soon enough, Monday rolled around.

School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.

Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.

You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.

Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.

“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.

You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.

Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.

“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.

Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.

But they did. Just your luck.

“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.

“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.

Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.

“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”

Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”

“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.

“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”

“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”

“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.

“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.

“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”

- 6 months later -

Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.

Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.

“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”

“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”

So about those space orcs...

I’ve seen a lot of posts about humans pack-bonding with frankly everything, no matter how big, scary, threatening, lethal or oozy.

But you know what I haven’t seen?

Humans entrusting their young to their pack-bonded friends. Because that’s a thing we do. We entrust our children to our friends. We entrust our children to our dogs. We befriend the biggest, meanest, scariest shit, and then we dump our defenseless, hasn’t-even-got-a-fully-fused-skull-yet offspring on them. Half for shits-and-giggles, half because it’s cute, mostly because children are exhausting and we need a nanny.

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like yeah, some days are good and i’m smiling at the little things and things don’t hurt and on those days, i know i’m gonna survive this. and yeah, it hurt so bad when you left, but it’s been a while now and most days aren’t rain clouds and glass shards anymore. i don’t cry every day or scream your name in my sleep. and i laugh. i laugh a lot. but then i stop laughing. and there’s still a knot in my stomach that only you can untie. there is not a day that goes by where you don’t cross my mind every five minutes. it’s like you live inside of me and i can’t get you out without burning myself to the ground.

things i saw with my classmates in panama

several lantix children, an albino latinx child, a muslim girl and her brother and a few white and black children off all ages that didnt speak everyone’s language were playing a perfect game of football. everyone knew broken phrases in english and spanish for the most part and would shout “great kick!” or “get the ball!” and oddly enough, “bring the ice!” to different players. everyone was smiling and laughing and having a good time. one of the children was on rollerblades and no one questioned it.

several boys in bright pink shorts all usering this tiny toddler on rollerskates and cheering when he let go of any of the boy’s hands.

me and my classmates went into a mall that was across from the hotel and it was empty. like completely empty, no shops or fountains working. ten minutes after wandering the five floors we remembered it was Good Friday. we proceed to run as fast as we could around the mall until one kid got an asthma attack and we had to stop.

a group of girls all doing pushups in the park. they could have bench pressed me.

im androgynous looking and a kid asked me if i was “un señor o una señora?” (if i was a mr or a mrs) and i replied with “soy una papa!” (i am a potato) and she laughed so hard.

a tiny Asian lady walking at least five corgis. she let us pet them and i was happy.

a man peeling mangos let us smell them and that was good

Canadian Boys l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.

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Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.

“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.

“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.

“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”

“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.

“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.

“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.

“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.

“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”

“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.

“No! Of course no.”

“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.

“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”


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anonymous asked:

okay so reece king aka real life nursery posted some pics on Instagram of him in nothing but tights and CAN YOU PLEASE JUST IMAGINE DEX GETTING SNAPCHATS OF DEREK IN JUST FISHNETS AND JUST DYING PLEASE

There are reasons that Nursey and Ransom aren’t allowed to get drunk together unsupervised.

Very good reasons.

Very logical reasons.

Reasons that they both forgot two hours ago, when Ransom walked into his dorm room with a handle of Jack Daniels and a liter of Coke.

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Forgive Me, Father

Summary: You find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room
Square Filled: Virginity
Sam x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, smut, loss of virginity, Priest!Sam, Stripper!Reader
Words: 3,720 (now you know why it took so long
Written for @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

You spotted him as soon as you walked into the room; he looked so out of place, standing by the doorway, away from the dancers and other patrons.

You walked over to him, swaying your hips and flicking your hair over your shoulder to get his attention.

You loved your job, and days like this - people like this - made you love it even more.

“Good evening, father,” you smiled over the music, running your hands up his lapels, “What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

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you’re the one.

summary: she doesn’t believe in soulmates. she doesn’t believe in soulmates. she believes in soulmates.

a/n: collab w/ my babygirl Lauren ( @alexanderhamiltomes )


You grumbled loudly as you looked over your textbook for the hundredth time that day. You concentrated on the sentences that laid out in front of you and rubbed your wrist, trying to coax understanding out of the three red marks that marred the skin. You were looking for answers. Anything and everything that could help you understand the whole ‘tally mark’ thing. You weren’t suppose to have three. You should have one and only one, but that’s not what’s happening at the moment. Three people who were supposed to turn the marks black with requited and admitted love, yet here you were: a single and broke college student while two of the three were either married or engaged to the ones that had given them their marks.

Your eyes scanned over the words one last time before a knock interrupted your focus. You lifted your eyes for one second but turned them back to the page. Another knock sounded this time, more urgent than the other. You slammed the book shut and stood up to answer the door. The knocking persisted even as you swung the door open, revealing a  short and black-haired man with his fist raised mid-knock. When he saw you his eyes widened and his mouth opened and shut quickly. You looked at him, anger in your eyes from being interrupted as you began to speak to him.

“How may I help you?” you asked as you held the door. A confused expression was painted across his face as he looked at you.

“Does Pippa live here?” he asked and craned his neck to look at the room behind you, you shook your head, small hairs falling in your face before you spoke up once more.

“No,” the word came out harsher than you had meant. His mouth opened and closed for a moment before it opened again.

“Oh. What room number is this?” his voice sounded angelic for a moment. Your finger pointed at the door in front of yours to indicate where Pippa was, an “Oh,” left his mouth once more. You nodded and started to close your door.

“Wait!” his voice came out with urgency, “What’s your name?”

“I really need to get back to studying. Bye,” you said instead of answering him and closed the door. Or at least you were going to before he stuck his foot in the doorway. You groaned and opened the door up again.

“I’m Lin. Lin-Manuel Miranda. But just Lin if you don’t want to remember all of that,” he introduced himself with a huge smile before sticking his hand out to shake. You looked at him and his hand before taking it with a sigh. Your skin tingled the moment it came into contact with his.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you simply said, a smile still plastered on his face as he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Y/N.” he paused for a slight moment as he repeated your name one last time, “Would you be interested in going-”

You ignored the beautiful way your name fell off his tongue and interrupted him, “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting someone?”

The smile faltered on his face, “Well, yes. But she can wait.” Your eyebrows lifted at the word ‘she’.

“I’ve read that it’s rude to keep soulmates waiting, Lin-Manuel.” You attempted to close the door again but this time his hand shot out and stopped it.

“No! You don’t understand,” he tugged the sleeve of his gray jumper up to show you his tan and blank wrist. “I haven’t met mine yet,” his voice was dipped in disappointment. A split second later a bright smile took over his face, “Or at least they haven’t fallen in love with me yet.”

“Yet?” you asked, a small laugh being brought from your lips.

“Yet,” Lin repeated.

“Maybe you don’t have one,” you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. You wished you could take them back when you saw the way Lin’s face seemed to crumble at the thought of not having a soulmate.

“Maybe,” he repeated, sadness lacing his voice. He backed away from your door, shooting you a small smile. “Good luck with studying, Y/N.”

“Wait!” This time it was you who called out to him when he started making his way to his friend’s door. He turned back to you. “I’m sure you have a soulmate. The fates wouldn’t take that away from someone like you.” You winced at your own words, where had that come from?

He grinned at you and took a step towards you. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you said without hesitation.

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank you. I won’t bother you anymore, but I’ll see you around?” He busied himself with his jumper, unable to meet your eyes.

“Maybe,” you breathed and shut the door as quickly as you could. Your back pressed against the door as the events replayed in your head. This was not good.

When you shut your eyes and opened them once more, you moved and sat at your desk, opening the book again.


“Y/N!” A familiar voice called your name across the empty campus. You turned around quickly to see Lin jogging towards you.

“Long time, no see,” you greeted him, a smile gracing your lips although you had put all of your willpower into keeping a straight face.

“It’s only been two days since I happened upon your door. You missed me that much?” His smile was goofy and the tone of his question told you that he was genuinely asking.

You blushed and hoped that he would think it was just the cold air biting at your skin. You had missed him, more than you’d like to admit. The past two days you had been unable to get his warm brown eyes out of your mind. It seemed like every time you closed your eyes you were once again assaulted with the image of him standing in front of you in his loose gray jumper. He was too handsome for his own good.

“Maybe I did,” you shrugged and watched as a smile painted it’s way to his face. A giggle escaped his lips before he looked down at both of your feet. Your heart seemed to skip at the sound of his laugh. You’d only spoken to him for about five minutes and he was already having physical effects on you. What was wrong with you? Were you destined to constantly meet men that you had no chance with?

God, that was a beautiful sound. You thought to yourself before being pulled from your thoughts.

“I would hope so,” a smile spread across your features before your hands met with the pockets of your jeans. The blush that had once graced your face quickly came back but darker.

“Are you saying you missed me, Lin-Manuel?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

It was his turn to blush.

“Maybe,” he smiled and looked back at you. Your lips stretched again as he spoke.

“Well, I would hope so,” you whispered his words back to him. Lin’s head turned to look behind him when his name was called out. A group of people waved him over, you knew some of them

Anthony and Jasmine were the school couple.

Renee and Pippa lived in front of you.

Daveed was in your writing class.

“Looks like I’ve got to go.” Lin smiled and turned towards his friends.

“Already?” You pretended to pout and was surprised when Lin’s face showed true conflict.

“I mean.. I could walk you to your next class? If you wanted me to?” He ran a hand through his hair.

“I was just kidding. Go to your friends, Lin.” You pushed his shoulder slightly and smiled when he blew you a kiss as he walked away. You tried to catch your breath as you watched him greet his friends. He looked back at you one last time before he turned the corner and waved.

You stood on the sidewalk for a couple of moments longer, thinking about Lin. You didn’t know anything about the man beside the fact that he was terrible at reading dorm numbers, yet you felt a connection unlike any other before. All he did was offer to walk you to class but your heart pounded slow and tense like he had just proposed. Three people had left their marks on your wrist but still, none of them had the effect that Lin had on you.

You began walking down the street, lost in thought. Lin was devastatingly handsome though you doubted he knew it. The way he played with his jumper when you had first met him was almost funny because it didn’t make sense how a man with such warm eyes and full lips could be self-conscious. If that didn’t make your heart beat abnormally already, he was kind. You had answered the door and had been uncharacteristically rude to him but he still stayed and tried to make a good impression. He made more than a good impression on you, though. You knew it was foolish to think this way so soon after meeting him but you felt as though you had always had a small impression in you, a crater that needed to be filled and Lin was the perfect size and shape for it.

A burn you knew all too well radiated from your wrist. You frantically pushed up your coat sleeve and watched as a new red mark materialized on your skin. Your thoughts of Lin flew out of your mind and panic replaced them. You pushed your sleeve down and sprinted back to your dorm. Your Nordic History class could wait. As soon as you entered your room you shedded your coat and held your wrist up to your eyes. The newest tally mark made four, and you knew it had to belong to Lin. The mark was a deeper red than the rest and somehow you knew it was set deeper into your skin than the previous three. You let out a groan of frustration and kicked one of the legs of your desk, making the textbook you had been studying when Lin first waltzed into your life fall to the ground. You glared at the book, willing it to burst into flames. This wasn’t right. Why did you have to have four marks when everyone else you knew had just one clean tally that they could trust would turn black? Why were you damned to try to find a reason as to why fate had given you the wrong soulmate over and over? You picked up the book and threw it against the wall, leaving a tiny dent.

You fell back onto your bed and prayed that Lin hadn’t gotten the mark. You didn’t want love. Why would you? Love wasn’t meant for you, fate had made sure to tell you that.

You let out a sigh and grabbed your pillow, shoving it on your face before screaming in frustration. Your eyes closed for a split second before you lifted yourself from the bed and grabbed your phone. You scrolled through some of the old text’s between your mother and you before she got a new phone.

From: Mom’s old number

You’ll find him eventually, and so what you have two?

To: Mom’s old number

Nobody else has it!

From: Mom’s old number

And? Makes you unique.

You sighed at that word. Unique. Everything about the tally marks were unique.

You let your fingers press the plus at the top of your messages before you started typing out a long detailed text. You then deleted it and wrote a shorter explanation.

To: Momma

So, I have four tally marks now and one of them is a really deep red. I don’t know what to do because I do not want this tally mark mom. I do not want any of these.

Your heart began to beat as you awaited the text. You locked your phone and sat it down, grabbing the pillow you had once used on your face. Instead of suffocating yourself you laid your head on it and waiting for a response, which came quickly.

From: Momma

Do you have his number? If not, get those digits. Love him with all your might.

Your eyes rolled for a slight moment as you read her text. Your mother had always been the insufferable optimist.

You were interrupted at the sound of laughter coming from the hall outside your door. Your fingers locked your phone as you lifted yourself from your bed. You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that your class was starting in five minutes. And it was a mile away. You didn’t own a car, it was starting in five minutes, it was a mile away, and attendance was worth 25% of your grade. You were a history major and needed to pass this class in order to get your diploma.

You threw your coat back on and heaved your backpack onto your shoulder before running out of the door. You didn’t get very far because you were blocked by a mass of people standing in front of your door. They were laughing as a girl with straight black hair swiped her key card over and over without being granted entry into her dorm.

“I swear it was working this morning!” Pippa grumbled. They all had their backs to you, including one person clad in a gray sweater and black jeans. Lin.

You tried to carefully tiptoe away from the group without being noticed. You had only taken a few steps when Daveed’s voice filled the hall. “Y/N!” Shit. You turned around slowly and saw that they were all looking at you. You made eye contact with Lin but quickly broke it, looking down at his right sleeve that was bunched around his elbow. For a moment you didn’t understand why he would roll up the only sleeve. Until you saw a red mark on his wrist that definitely hadn’t been there two days ago. Shit again. “Just the girl we all wanted to see,” Daveed laughed and elbowed Lin.

“Y/N,” Lin took a step towards you. “Look,” he brandished his wrist to you. You stared at the mark that was the same deep shade of red as your own. You felt as though your world was collapsing around you. Every other time a mark had appeared on your wrist, your supposed ‘soulmate’ hadn’t gotten one. Something different was happening here and suddenly you knew what was wrong. The fates have made another mistake. You looked into Lin’s eyes to see complete fondness and adoration shining out at you. It had to be a mistake. When you stayed silent Lin spoke again, “It’s for you. I was halfway down the street when it appeared and I ran back to where you were but you were already gone. I would’ve come here immediately but I thought you were in class.” He took another step towards you. You noticed subconsciously that Lin’s entourage was filing into Pippa and Renee’s room, the keycard must have finally worked. You were now alone with Lin.

“I-” You shut your mouth quickly. You didn’t know what to say. Hell, you didn’t even know what to think.

He gently reached out and grabbed your right arm. “Can I see yours?” Before you could say anything he was pulling up your sleeve. Your mind finally caught up to the situation and you ripped your arm away from him before he saw your wrist.

“No!” You hugged your arm to your body.

A bemused expression swept across Lin’s face. “What do you mean, no?” He tilted his head slightly and bit his bottom lip. His extremely kissable bottom lip. Fuck.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you whispered and felt a physical blow to your chest when you saw Lin’s hurt countenance. “I’ve got to go,” you rushed out and ran down the hall before he could say another word.

You made it to your class five minutes late but today the universe had taken mercy on you by making your usually punctual professor arrive just a minute after you. You slid into the seat that your best friend Oak had saved for you.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled out his pen from the backpack he had brought with him.

“Hi,” you mumbled and grabbed the notebook and textbook. “Do you have a pen? I forgot one.” Your eyes met his before quickly looking away. Oak’s head nodded before he reached for another pen, handing you his.

His eyes moved over your facial features. You were stressed, that was known. But why was there sadness lingering in your eyes? Why was the one person who was almost always happy, sad?

“What’s wrong?” Oak asked with worry lingering in his voice.

“Nothing.” you said, no emotion was evident in the way you said it.

It was cold.

“No. Something is wrong,” he pushed, your head shook and looked at your paper as your professor apologized.

“What is wrong?” he repeated, you didn’t answer this time.

You spent the class ignoring every plea from Oak. He was worried and you knew that, but you didn’t want him to know about this mark. It was embarrassing, especially for him to see. Oak symbolized your first tally mark. You had gotten it in tenth grade when he had kissed you for the first time. You had been ecstatic and had brandished your mark to him, excitedly telling him that you were meant to be and you were so happy to have met him so young. When you saw Oak’s blank wrist, your world had fallen apart around you and you had never felt so much pain. Oak and you had come to the understanding that your friendship was more important than any relationship you might have had and continued being best friends. You still loved Oak but now more than anything it felt like a platonic love. Oak had been there for you when Thayne and Leslie had left their marks on you as well. Thayne was now engaged, Leslie married, and Oak still had a blank wrist. You didn’t want him to know that yet again you were left behind. It was embarrassing.

As soon as class was over you stood up, gathered your things, and rushed out of the lecture hall. It didn’t matter, though. Oak always caught up with you. “Y/N!” his deep voice boomed out and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that he wouldn’t give up. His broad form caught up to you and you began to walk side by side back to your dorm. “What’s happened?” You didn’t answer him. He asked again and you ignored him, paying special attention to the sidewalk in front of you. Oak let out a frustrated groan and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey!” You tried to pull away from him but to no avail. He yanked up your sleeve before you could stop him and saw your marks. You had both stopped when he had taken hold of your arm and you now held your breath, trying to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t look surprised and just nodded to himself. “Thought so,” he relinquished his hold on your arm and you both began walking again.

“I wish you wouldn’t use your brute strength against me,” you grumbled, referring to the way you hadn’t been able to escape from his grasp.

“You used to like my brute strength,” he laughed loudly at his own joke and you scoffed. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, “So who’s the lucky guy this time?”

This time. It was sad that Oak was able to phrase it that way. “You wouldn’t know him,” you obfuscated.

“Try me.”

You readjusted your backpack and sighed, “Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

His eyebrows rose as he turned his head to look at you.

“Seriously?” he asked with a laugh, a small ‘yeah’ left your lips while a smile played along his lips.

“He’s a good guy,” he told you, your eyebrows knitted together. “Plus,” he began as he turned the corner that leads you to your building. “He has the biggest heart. You’re a lucky girl to be with him.” He finished.

His hands went to push up the strap on his shoulder as you muttered something that couldn’t be made out. Oak hummed softly and looked at you, “What did you say?” he asked, you shook your head and allowed a few hairs to fall in your face. You both turned a corner before bumping into someone.

“Y/N,” the all too familiar voice gasped as you fell on your butt.

You hadn’t realized your eyes had closed until you opened them to meet Lin’s face. His lips were parted and his eyes were wide as he held out a hand to you. You happily took it.

The touch of skin brought a blush to the both of your faces, your heart began to beat a little faster as you looked at him.

“Lin,” you whispered and swallowed hard. A smile played along your lips at the way you said his name before he looked at Oak.

“Hey,” Lin smiled and waved at Oak who winked at the both of you.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Oak smiled and walked away while giving you both a soft smile.

“Why are you around here?” you asked and kept your eyes from meeting his.

“Pippa and Renee wanted to see me,” he responded and looked behind himself. “Oh.” you let out. Lin’s smile faded for a second before having it return. This one looked painful.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to hang out with us tonight?” he asked. Your eyes widened they quickly went to glance at his.

“I- What?” you mumbled. He nodded as hope filled his beautiful eyes.

“Is that weird?” he asked, you looked at him and shook your head.

“No, it’s not,” you told him, desperately wanting to say it was. It was, wasn’t it? Weird to go out when you didn’t even want him to see the mark he created.

“I’ll talk to Pippa,” you told him before smiling and shuffling away.

“Wait!” he shouted, you stopped and waited for him to say something. “I need your number,” Lin said in a quiet voice. You turned on your heel and nodded, pulling your phone from your pocket and handing it to him. He smiled and allowed you to type your passcode in before he added his number.

“Shoot me a text when you talk to her,” you nodded as he talked before he murmured “Or whenever.” You smiled at that before letting a small giggle fall from your lips.

“Alright.” you nodded.

“I’ll see you later.”

You both waved before you walked off, your heart finally calming down. It took a few minutes for the gravity of what you had just agreed to do to hit you. You shut your eyes for a few seconds, trying to think of what to do. You couldn’t just cancel, you were supposed to meet them tonight! It was too short notice. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly dialed a number. Oak picked up after one ring.

“Y/N? You need me to come rescue you?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned and it made you feel bad for your young self, no wonder you had fallen in love so quickly. But more than anything it reminded you of why he was now your best friend.

“No, the big bad wolf is gone but he invited me to his friend’s dorm tonight. You two are friends right?” You put your hand over your eyes and tried not to scream in public.

“So? Are you going to go?” Oak’s voice was amused.

“Depends. Would you rather accompany me or help me fake my own death?”

“That’s a tough one,” he laughed. “What time should I pick you up?”

“Six. And wear that blue button up with the black skinny jeans,” you remembered the time Oak had taken you to prom and had worn sneakers. Since then you always told him what to wear before you went out to public events together.

“Yes, mom,” you could practically hear him rolling his eyes and you hung up the phone.

Before you knew it, it was 6 o’clock and you were scrutinizing every part of yourself in the mirror. You knew it was pointless to try to impress Lin yet here you stood with your hair falling in waves around your shoulders, carefully applied lipstick, and your best fitting skinny jeans and beige sweater. You hoped you looked effortless but flawless. A living, breathing oxymoron.

A knock rapped three times in a strange pattern at your door. You laughed out loud at Oak using your old code. You swung open the door swiftly and tackled him in a hug. “You wore what I told you to! Thank you! I owe you!” You said quickly in a hushed whisper, you didn’t know if Lin was already at Pippa and Renee’s dorm but you didn’t want to take a chance of him overhearing you.

“Anything for you,” Oak swung an arm over your shoulder. “Where am I driving?”

“Oh uh, it’s right across the hall,” you scratched the back of your neck and laughed at yourself for forgetting such a detail.

Oak groaned, “I cleaned out all the take out boxes from the passenger seat for you!”

You wrinkled your nose. “Ew.” You patted his chest and smiled up at him, “I do appreciate the effort.”

He rolled his eyes and knocked on the girls’ dorm. Pippa answered and squealed, “Y/N!” She beckoned you into the small dorm and you gulped when you realized you and Oak were the last ones to arrive.

“Hope you guys don’t mind I invited Oak to tag along,” you made sure your sleeve was pulled down to cover your wrist.

“The more the merrier!” Daveed cheered and proceeded to shotgun a can of beer.

You met eyes with Lin who was currently staring at Oak’s arm that was still draped around you. “Hi, Lin,” you said with a quiver in your voice and his eyes shot to your face.

“Y/N.” He stood up from his blue beanbag to greet you. You stepped out of Oak’s arm to give Lin a quick hug. You pulled away to see his blushing face. “I- I’m glad you came.”

You eyed Anthony chug a beer as Jasmine looked on unimpressed. “Me too.” Your words made him go even redder, if that was possible.

“Lin!” Oak’s voice boomed inside the tiny room. Oak flew in between you and Lin and enveloped Lin in a warm hug. “What’s up, buddy!”

Lin hugged Oak back, patting his back and stepped away. “There have been a few developments recently,” he looked at you again and you blushed. There was no reason to blush, he wasn’t really your soulmate. It was just a fluke like the previous three were. But he has a tally mark too… a small voice reminded you. You kindly told it to shut the fuck up. And you love everything about him, as much as you don’t want to! You were less kind to it this time.

Oak bit his lip and looked between the two of you. “Ah.”

You had been laughing so much it hurt with Lin when Renee stood on a chair in the middle of the room. “We!” She held her can of alcohol up. “Are playing truth or dare!” It seemed like an excellent idea to you. Maybe it was because you were slightly buzzed from the beer in your hand because a small part of you told you that sober Y/N would not like it at all.

You sat in the circle between Oak and Lin eagerly watched the game begin.

“Pippa,” Daveed slurred. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said without hesitation, her eyes glinting.

This led Pippa to walk across the room on her hands, Jasmine to admit she didn’t think Anthony was very cute when she first met him (“What!! You’re joking!!”), and for Daveed to somehow effectually lick his elbow.

“Alright,” Anthony spoke up as his eyes went around the circles before meeting yours but quickly flicking to Oak’s. Anthony’s lips touched the bridge of his drink.

“Oak,” he mumbled with a wide smile playing his lips. “Truth or dare?” he asked in a slow motion. Oak thought about it before shrugging.

“Dare.” He shrugged.

A wicked smile played on Anthony’s lips as he took a drink from the can. “I dare you to…” He trailed off. His eyes looked around the circle before he settled on you.

“To kiss Y/N,” a soft gasp was heard at the words.

Oak looked at Anthony with his eyebrows raised, “Okay.” Oak shrugged and leaned over to press his lips against yours.

It wasn’t a long kiss but it was soft and delicate.

You moved away from him and looked at him as a dark blush coated your cheeks along with Oak’s. A soft scoff came from Lin’s mouth when he saw the blush.

The game went on as everyone drank more. You had acted as if you were the Queen of England, Lin had told you how many people he had dated (which admittedly wasn’t very many) and Oak was dared to down three shots of tequila without throwing up. Of course, he succeeded, he was Okieriete fucking Onaodowan.

“Y/N,” Daveed smirked. “Truth or dare?”

You gulped and flicked your eyes to Oak. You would play it safe this time. “Truth.”

A knowing smile flitted across Daveed’s face. “Who’s your soulmate?”

You gasped at the question and you felt Oak’s steady palm press against your back. You should’ve known this was coming. You should’ve picked dare. You took a long sip of your drink. “Now that is a tricky question.” You avoided all the eyes in the room, especially Lin’s.

“What do you mean?” Lin’s voice sounded cautious. You found the strength to look into his eyes and suddenly you knew what you had to do. In your inebriated state, you were able to accept the fact that maybe, just maybe the fates had finally marked you currently. Lin had one too, that had to mean something. The fact that he was all you could think about anymore also meant something because out of the previous men you had supposedly been made for in heaven, none of them made you fall as hard as Lin did. You needed to come clean because one way or another you knew he would find out about your marks and you needed to be the one to tell him.

“Which one are you referring to?” You looked Daveed in the eye and with a surge of adrenaline you were able to pull up your sleeve to reveal your marked wrist to the group. Gasps and shrieks sounded throughout the group and you closed your eyes to save yourself from Lin’s incredulous look.

“Y/N,” Lin’s voice was strained, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you whispered.

“Explain.”

You opened your eyes again and pushed Oak’s hand away from your back. Lin looked scared and confused and you hated yourself for doing this to him. He deserved someone who only had one mark for him. “I wish I could. I’ve researched this since the first mark appeared and my soulmate’s,” you put air quotes around the word, “wrist stayed blank. It’s like that every time. Except for you, Lin.” You felt embarrassed to have admitted such a thing in front of all of Lin’s friends but you knew the opportunity wouldn’t come again.

Oak tried to pull you towards him but before you could squirm out of his grip Lin was shoving his hands away and pulling you out into the hall. “Keycard,” he held his hand out for it and you obliged. Lin could’ve asked you to jump off of a bridge and you would’ve obliged without hesitation. He swiped the card quickly and opened the door to the room for you. “I thought we should have more privacy.” He ran his hands through his long hair and his voice sounded as though he was trying to keep himself from yelling.

“Why are you upset?” You tried to put your hands on his chest to stop his pacing.

“Why am I upset?! Are you kidding me, Y/N? The woman I’ve been waiting to meet for twenty-five years has three other soulmates!” He tugged at his hair and groaned, but he stopped his pacing for you.

“Fate was wrong!” You put your hands on either side of his face. He grabbed your arms and pushed you gently away from him.

“Fate’s never wrong,” his voice sounded broken. “I look at you and I see every dream I’ve ever had. I just- knowing you’ve felt like this towards three other men makes me sick. Seeing Oak kiss you killed me and that was before I knew all of this!”

You tried to catch his gaze but he refused to look at you. You rushed at him and held his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I don’t want this, Lin.” He scoffed and tried to pull away but you tugged back towards you. “I thought after three failed attempts the Fates had just decided to make me into their running joke! For a couple of days, I haven’t been able to get your laugh, your wit, your face out of my mind! I’ve been trying to get you out of there, trust me. You just won’t go.”

His eyes softened at your words but his face was still cold. “You’re drunk.”

That wasn’t a lie. “Do you think I’d be able to admit this if I wasn’t? I’m not brave, Lin. That’s something you should know. Since my first mark showed up and Oak’s didn’t, I’ve been trying to run away from this.”

His entire body tensed at Oak’s name. “Really! Oak? That’s why you brought him to the party, isn’t it? You were trying to let me down easy!” Tears began to flow freely from his eyes but you didn’t let him go.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body flush against his. There were only a few inches of room between the two of you and it made heat pump through your veins. “Have you not been listening to me? I’ve never felt this way before. No one else has ever gotten a mark except you! Do you know what that means, Lin?! You’re the first man to have ever reduced me to a blubbering and stuttering mess and I don’t even know your birthday!” A thick silence enveloped the room and you watched as Lin’s features slowly began to melt before your eyes.

“January 16,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God, I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to learn that. I want to know everything about you. I want to know everything about my true soulmate,” your voice gradually got softer.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he whispered. “I’d do anything you ask.”

“That must be a side effect of having a soulmate because I was just thinking the same thing,” you wiped away the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Then kiss me.” You did. You kissed him softly at first and your lips burned from the electricity that coursed between the two of you. In the back of your mind, you noted that this was what a soulmate’s kiss was meant to feel like. You saw fireworks go off behind your eyelids when you felt him begin to kiss you more deeply. His hands tangled in your hair and he pulled you even closer to him.

You both broke the kiss with gasps. You hadn’t wanted to stop kissing him, but when you felt what seemed like cool lips touch your wrist you were startled out of the reverie that he had put you in. The two of you held your wrists up and you watched in awe as your marks that represented each other turned black. You watched in silence as the three other marks on your wrist faded into nothingness. You looked up at Lin, his face more relieved than you had ever seen.

“I’m the one,” his voice was giddy with happiness.

“You’re the one.” Suddenly you knew with all of your beings that Fate hadn’t just been toying with you. It was merely preparing you for this whirlwind of a man who had crashed into your life with just a couple of knocks.

You kissed him again.


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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.3

A/N: I appreciate all the kind anons, glad you all actually liked the first two parts. Okay so, I think I gonna try to stick with this as long as you guys enjoy it. I need at least 100 notes for the next chapter, cuties💕

Oh and sorry if some of the details don’t apply to you. Once again due to the request it’s focused on POC, and since I don’t know you guys I kind of just fill in holes with things about myself so sorry.

**Warning** : Just slight smut, nothing too heavy


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten


“Are we there yet?” You complained as the sun was practically melting your back.

Calum had decided to pick you up today and drive you all the way to the other side of town just to take you to the park. He kept repeating that there was the most beautiful view, but what he forgot to mention was how long you two had to actually walk to get there. So, here you were at a park you’ve never been to with beads of sweat rolling down your face from walking up hills for more than fifteen minutes. You were never an outdoor type of person and even though you played volleyball all throughout high school, you weren’t as athletic anymore. It didn’t help that you had decided to wear sandals today either.

“Stop your whining, we’re almost there.”

You let out a sigh as you trudged up the hill to catch up to Calum. Your eyes widened when you realized that there was one more huge hill and that’s when you called it quits.

“Oh fuck no.” You shook your head, having a seat in the grass.“ I’m done.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s not that bad.”

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Rebound

Genre: smut, kinda fluffy maybe? Warnings: blackmail, daddy kink, uh I think that’s it REBOUND

“c'mon, dan, you haven’t gotten laid in months, you need to get over Jason, and moving on begins with having sex with strangers. Safe sex of course” I stare blankly at pj from my place in the crevice of my couch. “Are you done now?” He sighs, “yes,” “good” I turn back to my computer only to have it snatched away from me. Looking up, I see pj running down the hallway into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I run after him, stopping to knock at the door, “I’m already over him! What are you gonna do with my computer anyway?” “Yeah ok and that’s why you haven’t even gotten out of this damned apartment after the hour of 7? Sure. And my dear dear Danny, remember that video you accidentally sent me that you meant to send to Jason? You know, the one of you fingering yourself? No?” My hands clam up and my jaw tightens, he wouldn’t. “Well I do, and it just so happens that I kept it cause I knew I’d need to black mail you sooner or later, and you see, the only thing I don’t have is your mom’s email, which is conveniently on this computer. So what do you say Danny? Mom watches a video of you with your fingers up your ass moaning ‘daddy’ or you go out and have someone put their fingers up your ass while you moan ‘daddy’?” My fists clenched, throat tight with anxiety, I knew what the clear choice was, “ok, asshole, come pick out what I’m wearing, I’m not putting in any extra work” I hear a grunt of joy and then the door flings open to reveal a smiling pj.

—-

I nervously walk into the vibrantly colored gay club, my jeans are too tight and my dick feels like it’s suffocating in its confines. I turn towards pj only to find that he is no longer next to me, or even around me for that matter. Whatever, I’ll just sit at the bar and wait until he’s had his fun. Walking up to bar, I take a seat and my eyes catch with the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen. Wow, ok this guy is so hot, Jesus, he comes up to me and I don’t know what I was expecting but “what can I get you to drink, sir?” was not it, until I realized, to my embarrassment, that he was behind the bar because he’s a bartender. Obviously. And now I’d been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds and he was giving me a weird look, “uh sorry, I’ll just have a sprite please” he nodded and then handed my drink over to me, “anything else?” ‘Your number??? A good fuck??’ He laughs and it’s only then that I realize I had spoken out loud, “oh god that’s so embarrassing I’m sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth” “hm. Well my break is in five minutes and I figure I can find something else to put in your mouth. How’s that sound, baby boy?” A whimper makes it way past my lips and I nod, watching him smirk and quickly turn away. I tap at the counter and bounce my foot nervously for what feels like an hour before I feel a possessive dominant hand on my lower back, pushing me off the bar stool and sending a shiver down my spine. “C'mon, darling” I let him lead me out a door and into a hallway, past several other doors until we finally stopped at one and he pushed it open to reveal a bedroom, and I turn to him curiously, “it’s a strip club baby, they’re called private rooms” I nod and he comes closer to me, and I’m lost in his eyes again, before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses at my neck. “Oh god” I moan, “so easy to get worked up, look at you, already hard in your pants” I nod feverishly into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt in tight fists. “I’m d-dan” I gasp out through moans as he continues to mark my neck, “phil, you’ll have that name memorized by the time we’re done here, angel” I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re on the bed, naked bodies slick with sweat, pressed together and I’m begging him, “please , please phil please touch me” he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bed side table and I hear the cap popping open before I feel a cool, smooth finger probing my entrance, “yes god, yes daddy please put it in” it takes a moment for me to register what I’d said before I’m blushing and phil is letting out a loud moan, “god call me that again that’s so hot baby, daddy loves when you beg for his fingers in your hot, tight hole” the first finger burns but I’m quickly asking for another and another and we’re both moaning and then he hits my prostate, and I’m screaming “DADDY! Daddy daddy please im ready please please fill me up with your nice cock daddy I need it please” burying his face in my neck, I whimper when his fingers leave me to prep himself and then I feel his tip at my entrance, “you ready?” His whispers in my ear and it’s so soft and caring I almost forget that I don’t know anything about him, almost forget that all he wants is my body “yes, phil please” he enters me slowly, carefully, gently and it’s uncomfortable but once he’s bottomed out, he stops and the burn subsides, leaving a flaming pleasure. “Move move please I can take it” his first thrust is soft and slow but I’m begging and eventually the pace is quick and unrelenting, his hand grips tight enough for his knuckles to turn white around the headboard and I’m clinging to him and pushing back on his every thrust “god baby doing so well for me, taking my cock so well, you’re so tight baby doll” the praise sends shocks through me, bringing me to the edge, “I’m close so close daddy phil please can I cum please let me cum I’ll be so good” he moans, raw and untamed, “god you’re perfect. cum, cum for me without even touching yourself, such a perfectly good little boy cumming from just my cock, I’m close” I cum all over our stomachs, my muscles tensing and hole clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge with me, until his shallowly moving inside me, our breaths still out of control, and then he’s rolling off me “god you were perfect” I blush at his statement, “you were too” with a sigh, he pulls me back into his chest, effectively squishing my face into his neck. And I think, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea. I’ll have to thank pj later.

You don’t own me

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed

Summary: Danger is alluring. Danger is fascinating. And he sure as hell was a dangerous man. But you were more then willing to give yourself to him. Even though you had vowed to never let any man have you.

Word count: 2575 // It feels good too write a little longer stories from time to time

Warnings: This one is pretty soft but I plan the whole program. Violence, blood, death so be prepared ;) Oh and I may add a little smut in the future :D

Author’s note: So this is the annouced criminal/mafia-ish au! Not sure how it turns out. I want it angsty tbh but you gonna find it out while reading ;)  Never wrote something like this, so I’m really nervous. Please enjoy! ♥

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Most recent release: Satisfied


You hiked the black lace-stockings over your knee and secured them with the strap. You eyed yourself in the mirror.

“This is beautiful! I gotta buy it!”, you annouced overly happy. The saleswoman nodded eagerly with a pleasent smile spread over her face.

“You look fabulous, darling! Do you want me to box it for you or will you just keep it on?”

“As much as I would love to wear it right now, I can’t. Please pack it in for me.” She nodded and left. You turned back to the mirror. It looked like it was tailored just for you like it was hugging your curves perfectly and underlining your feminine charms. You loved lingerie. It made you feel powerful. And you sure as hell needed that power because to work as an escort wasn’t always easy…

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Tease (Derek Hale x Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Request: Yes, by @g0back2bed

Warnings: smutttttttttttttttttttttttt, curse words probably
Word Count: 1,087


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(I meaaaaaan look at himmmmm hes gonna kill me hes so hot ily baby marry me pls)


The buzzing coming from the front pocket of my pants would not stop. I knew what it was, my sexually frustrated girlfriend I had left at home was sending me messages non stop.

I had an important meeting to attend and I couldn’t pay attention with her constant bothering.

I looked around the room full of men who kept talking and talking, when I noticed none of them we’re looking at me I grabbed my phone and unlocked it; only to see several text messages from Y/N. I smiled a little, that girl never stopped until she got what she wanted.

Hey, when are you coming home?
I miss you, get here soon
Did you see where I left my panties from last night?
Derek come on, where did you put them
I’m getting cold down there.


I chuckled and quickly typed a reply



I may or may not have them here with me in my suit pocket.


WHAT?
YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT?
OMG PLS DON’T DROP THEM, I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS BUDDies to see my panties
You little bitch, I found them.
How did they get to the chandelier?


Can you please stop? You made me laugh and now my “business buddies” think I’m crazy



You know, you should be nicer to me, after all I am the reason you’re in a good mood every morning, and every night ;)



And I am the reason we’re not living under a bridge, so please let me work.


I finally locked my phone and placed it on the table, a good five minutes passed before it started buzzing again. Now, I had caught everyone’s attention and they all looked at me with piercing eyes. I cleared my throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry, it’s my doctor. I have an appointment later” it was the best excuse I could come up with, everyone waited for a second and remained silent. Then one of them nodded and the guy that was previously speaking continued talking.


When are you cumming home?? :(
I’m lonely and horny. That’s not a good combination
I know you hate it when I use a vibrator
But my pussy’s so wet
I remembered what we did last night, I’m pretty sure someone heard me
I mean who fucks their girlfriend on the rooftop of his company building?
Then we got home, and you couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. You fucked me against the front door.
And in the kitchen counter. Then in the hallways, and finally our bed.
I’m getting so wet just by remembering
You want to know what I’m doing?



By this point, the meeting was long forgotten and I had a growing bulge inside my pants. I started typing a message but a voice caught my attention.

“Mr. Hale?” I looked up from my phone to meet several eyes looking at me.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that please?” I said trying to focus on what they were saying. After the guy finished his speech I gave a quick answer to his question and the meeting continued. I turned my attention to my phone again.


What are you doing?


Didn’t you have an “important meeting?


Shut up and tell me what you’re doing


Okay
I’m touching my pussy.
And I picture your fingers going in and out of me instead of mine
Wanna see?


Yes.


Y/N has sent a picture
It’s very wet, you should be here
I just grabbed my vibrator
It’s on and it feels so good
I can’t wait until you get home and fuck me into oblivion
I want your cock inside of me. Filling me and stretching my tight little pussy


You want that?
You want my hard cock inside your pussy?
You want me to eat you out and put my fingers inside your pussy?


Yes


Tell me more. What else do you want?


I want your tongue


Where?


Everywhere
God my ass wants attention too


Show me


Y/N has sent a picture


Put your middle and index fingers inside your pussy and show me


Y/N has sent a picture
It feels so good, I can’t stop


Don’t stop, are you cuming?

I’m almost there
I want your cock inside my ass
And your tongue on my nipples
And your fingers in my pussy, playing with my clit
God, I want you.


Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself and think it’s me. I’m on my way


By this point I didn’t care about the stupid meeting, I had other priorities. I stood up from my chair and again, all eyes were on me.


“Is everything okay, Mr. Hale?” one man asked.

“Yes. I have to go, I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me at home” I smiled and walked out of the meeting room straight to the elevator. Once I got down to the garage I walked to my car and started the engine. The drive home was fast, since I was in such a hurry to get there. I took several shortcuts to avoid traffic and luckily I got home in under ten minutes.

When I stepped inside the house there wasn’t a single sound. I went to my bedroom and found it empty. The bed sheets were messy, and Y/N’s panties were laying on the ground, then I heard a soft moan coming from the bathroom. I took off my coat and threw it somewhere in the room.

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound, 


Y/N was in the shower, water falling from the shower head to her beautiful naked body. Her back was resting against the wall, her eyes closed and head tilted upwards; bottom lip between her teeth. Hands playing with herself.

I started taking off my clothes, but my eyes never left her body. I was being extra careful, I didn’t want to be caught. Once I stripped myself, I took my hard shift and pumped it a few times. I opened the crystal door and walked into the shower. Y/N’s back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. My hands traveling down to her pussy to continue what she had started.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come” she said resting her back against my chest.

“I had to come, I couldn’t leave you all hot, horny and lonely.” I said moving one of my fingers and sliding it into her pussy. “Now, let’s make some new memories for you to remember while I’m gone”

Bts reaction to them taking care of their ill girlfriend

Request 1:  Hiyaaaaa could I request a bts reaction to their gf suffering bad period cramps and wanting to lie in their lap all day 💕 thank you so so much

Request 2:  Hi! I don’t think this has already been asked but I’d like to request “BTS reaction finding out you’ve been sick for days without them knowing and couldn’t take proper care of yourself” Probably fluff suits it but I’m fine with whatever comes to your mind for this :D (I went through your blog last night and omg totally worth it ^ヮ^)

Request 3:  Could u do a BTS reaction to reader being on her period and feeling lazy and wanting cuddles? Lots of fluff! I love your blog❤❤

A/N: Guys, I’m combining those since they are pretty similar.


Jin

He’ll be concerned af. Although he couldn’t take proper care for you for the first few days, now he was home and he was running from one place to another, trying to bring everything you need, or he thought you need. At one second you just smiled and said “Baby, stop running around and let me cuddle you. That’s all I want.”

Yoongi

Yoongi had several sessions in the studio before he found out that you wasn’t in your piano classes, but home trying to keep sanity form pain. Only then he ran like his life depends on it and when he arrive home, he snuggled you in his arms and gently stroke your tummy in hopes of the pain to disappear.

Namjoon

Junnie will be adorable. He knew your tummy hurts and that you couldn’t sleep because of it, so when you finally fell asleep at 11pm in the night, he decided to do something helpful before he held you in his arms. He did all your assignments that were due to this week and called your professor to let him now you won’t attend for the rest of the week,

Hoseok

Hobi tried literally everything to bring your mood up on the phone until he comes home. You were whining that all you wanted was to lie in his lap and eat chocolate that was non-existing in your apartment. Hobi told you that both he and the chocolate are only five minutes away. Also he promised you’ll lie in his lap as long as you want.

Jimin

Jiminie was worried for you. He was pulling the puppy expression and was stroking your tummy and then kiss you over and over again reassuring you that everything will be alright. At one point you just laughed at his unusual adorableness. “Oppa, I have my period, I’m not pregnant.” 

Taehyung

Tae will put good old school anime and lots of chocolate and hug you, before you two fell asleep. Until your cramps hit and you started meowing like a little kitten. Tae woke up instantly and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to make you feel less pain. But instead of that, you got horny, but period didn’t support sex.

Jungkook

Kokie will also run everywhere doing whatever you want, where ever you wanted to gom he will assist you. As if you were ill. Your stomach just hurted shit badly, but Kookie thought the world was ending, so he helped, however he could. Of course, actually all you wanted from him was to cuddle you, but whatever. At the end of the day, he did that too.


Masterlist

My ask box is opened not for requests, but for smutty confessions. Guys, I love reading those confessions. Some of you are kinky…like me. So, send more in. You can come to me with all your sins. Share them, I’ll listen. Mommy will listen.

“Five minutes?” Chirrut demanded, jabbing a finger into Baze’s chest. He’d known the man long enough to know that he probably looked more amused than ashamed.

Sure enough, Baze wrapped his hand around Chirrut’s, drawing it up to place a scratchy kiss to the back of it. “I go where you go.” He replied.

Chirrut pulled his hand away. “Five minutes is still utterly ridiculous! Whenever I needed you you were always ten minutes away!”

Baze laughed at thay. “Chirrut, you never needed me, which is good because you were always sprinting off. At least now I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

It seemed that being dead made Baze far more talkative than he usually was, but Chirrut couldn’t fault him for that. He really couldn’t even fault him for following him so quickly to this new world, the one that shone so brightly Chirrut could feel it in his bones.

It had only been 5 minutes, but Chirrut had felt lonelier than he had for over 20 years. After Baze had returned from his trip, they had not been separate, not even in their sleep. He had not realized how quiet the world was without Baze, even when Baze wasn’t saying a word.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I think I have still have plenty of time to wander off.” Chirrut teased, but he didn’t mean it. Why would he need to wander off? There was nothing left to fight, nothing to protect Baze from. There was just a whole wide world for them to discover, together.

“Later, perhaps. But first, I think we should go find the others.” Baze’s voice was laced with sorrow. Even here, on this other side, there was something sad about the thought of their teammates joining them.

Perhaps it wasn’t as sad as it had been when they had landed, knowing that the chances were so slim, but the sorrow still hung there, like a spiderweb before the window.

Chirrut took his hand again and squeezed it gently. “Don’t worry, we won’t let them get here alone.”

Perhaps, he thought, none of them would need to be alone again.

Complicated / Bother!Reggie & Jughead

Prompt: Ooh can i request one where the reader has liked jughead for a while and she’s reggie’s sister and bc of him she can’t talk to him but one day betty tells her that jughead likes her and go from there? Idk if you wanna do it, but if you do, please tag me!

A/N: Here it is, hope you will like it even if it isn’t really great. I wrote this very quickly.
English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

Originally posted by marorra

You were in the student lounge, rolling your eyes at any stupid jokes your brother Reggie and his friends were making when suddenly Archie and his gang entered into the room. No one of the football players focused on them but you kept staring at the tall raven-haired boy with the grey beanie, Jughead. If it was possible, he looked even more beautiful than usual. You have had a crush on him for as long as you could remember but you couldn’t even talk to him cause of your brother who hated him for no reason. Despite it, you were great friend with Betty and she didn’t know you liked Jughead cause then she would probably tell him.
-Hey Suicide Squad!- Reggie started laughing with the others for the nickname while you glared at him. You were really tired of his provocations, but Jughead just glared at him.
-Y/N, are you okay?- one of them asked loudly. Now all the people in the room were looking at you, included him.
-Yeah, I’m fine.- you just walked out of the room as soon as you could, not wanting to stay there a minute more.

-I hate biology.- you moaned while Betty was repeating you the same passage for the third time.
-You can do it.- she said. -You just need to focus.-
-No, I need to stop because if I keep studying I will scream.-
-Okay, five minutes.- she laughed softly. You two have studied for two hours now and you couldn’t concentrate on it anymore, even if tomorrow it would be the test and you didn’t know anything.
-How is going with Archie?- you asked from nowhere to break the silence.
-Oh pretty good, we’re friends again.- Her voice was a little sad on her last sentence but you decided not to investigate. -And what about you?-
-What do you mean?-
-Is there any special guy in your life?- she smirked. -Despite your brother, of course.-
-Oh, not at all.- you blushed, thinking about Jughead even if you weren’t together.
-Oh, please! I want tell anyone.- she pleased me with a puppy face.
-Okay fine but you promised.- You sighted and then smiled before saying it: -I like… Jughead. But you can’t tell the others, especially Reggie because he won’t let me date him… and of course Jughead cause I know he doesn’t like me in that way. We barely speak to each other.-
For all the time Betty had a shocked expression on her face and you were a little scared that maybe she liked Jughead too. But then she smiled and you relaxed a little.
-Y/N, this is fantastic!-
-Which part? The one where my brother hate him or the one where he doesn’t know me?-
-Definitely the one where you like him, because he likes you too!- she yelled happily. You kept looking at her to see if she was lying. You just couldn’t believe that your biggest crush liked you back.
-Tell me you’re not joking.- you whispered.
-I’m not, really. He always talks about you and how he just can’t talk to you cause of Reggie. Today he was really pissed when you left: he were there just because he knew you would be there too!-
Your heart start beating faster and you couldn’t help but smile back. Jughead liked you. But then you thought about Reggie and how disappointed he would be.
-It’s complicated.-
-Y/N,- she took one of my hand -you can’t let Reggie decide for you. You could be happy together, so please do what you want to do and not what people pretend you to.- she smiled sweetly.
-I will.-

The next day you were determined to approach Jughead, even if you would go against your big, overprotective and narcissistic brother. You were at your locker and when you saw him with Archie you couldn’t help but stare. And then you started thinking that maybe he didn’t really like you in that way and he would say no to you.
You saw Veronica with Betty who was looking at you with a cheering smile and you felt a little better, so you started walking to him and the ginger-haired boy.
-Hi.- you greeted them while they looked at you with a confused expressions. You have never really spoken to them before if it wasn’t for school stuff. -May I talk with Jughead? Alone…-
Archie tried to hide his smirk. He nodded at me before leaving and walking to the girls.
-Y/N, right?- he asked blushing a little, fixing his adorable beanie.
-Yeah,- you answered a little downcast -I, ehm, I was wondering if you wanted to…-
-Y/N, what are you doing with that creepy vampire?- You heard the voice of your brother down the hallway and your little smile died. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a protective way. You rolled your eyes at his gesture.
-Something I should have done before.- you said feeling a little braver and determined.
-What do you mean?- he asked confused. Jughead for all the time hasn’t told a word.
-Jughead, I know we don’t really know each other but I like you and I did it for a long time, so I was wondering if…?-
-Y/N, stop.- Reggie tried to say, but you didn’t care anymore.
-… if you wanted to go on a date with me?- you smiled softly at him. You waited for a reply but he didn’t say anything, just stood there with a shocked face.
-So?- you turned your head to face Reggie, who was looking at Jughead with furious eyes. -Are you going to answer or do I have to punch you?-
-I’d really love to.- Jughead whispered, staring at my big brother.
-Then, I think you should tell her instead of me.-
Jughead turned his face to me and blushed, then he added: -I’ve liked you for as long as I couldn’t remember too and I’d like to go on a date with you.- He smiled at you. Then he spoke again, this time a little scared: -But Reggie won’t be there.-
You laughed at his last sentence.
-Promise.-