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Hit Or Miss

“Are you ready for this?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I was born ready.” Joe replied, nodding towards the camera.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this.” She sighed, but also turned towards the camera. “Hello everybody, and welcome back! Today I am joined by the one, the only, the Joe Sugg!”

“Hello!” He smiled and waved to the camera.

“Many of you may already know him, I’ve managed to coerce him into helping me with any manly products I receive.”

“All part of being your best friend.”

“Damn right.” Y/N smirked. “But today, we’re doing things a little different. Now, look at Joe. He’s not ugly.”

“Cheers.” Joe rolled his eyes.

“That was a compliment, Sugg. Take it.” She glared softly at him. “And he obviously catches the attention of girls as we walk down the street. But what about if I styled him and enhanced him with a little bit of make up?”

“Make up?”

Ignoring him, Y/N continued. “I’ll be going through Joe’s hair products and clothes, helping to make him better than what he looks like now. And then we’ll take to the street to see if any girls, or guys, hit on him. And if so, how many.”

“You never said anything about make up.”

“Are you still stuck on that? It won’t be much. Just enough to enhance your features.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too. Now, let the transformation begin!”


An hour later and the two were making their way out the door. Deciding to do the reveal in a nearby park, they walked the short distance over there, Joe grumbling about the use of make up the whole way.

“And here we have the new and improved Joe Sugg. Give the camera a little spin!” Y/N instructed him, twirling her finger from behind the camera.

Rolling his eyes, he did as requested.

“I had to dig around in his closet, but I finally found a shirt that wasn’t white. You are welcome ladies and gents. I’ve kept his hair in basically the same fashion as he usually has it, because it really does suit him. And no matter what he says, I’ve used the bare minimum of make up on his, just enough to make those gorgeous baby blues pop.”

“It’s weird having you describe me like I’m not here.” Joe pulled a face, looking at Y/N behind the camera.

“I’m just telling the viewers what they want to hear. Now, I’ve also put a mic on Joe, so we can pick up audio. I’ll be nearby filming, hopefully catching some people hitting on him.” She explains as he shifts on his feet.

“Hopefully? Wow, really giving me a confidence boost, Y/N.”

“You don’t need any more confidence. Go forth, and draw in the attention of all the pretty ladies and men!” She shooed him away, moving to sit on a bench nearby to film him.


At first, no one really approached Joe, and Y/N began to doubt their location choice. It was a nice day, and there were plenty of young people milling about, enjoying the last little bit of sunshine, but it seemed no one wanted to approach him.

Until it began.


After about an hour had passed, Y/N gestured for Joe to come over and join her, giggling to herself as he finished up talking with one very attentive woman.

“Jeez, she couldn’t keep her bloody hands off of me!” He shook his head as he took a seat beside Y/N on the bench.

“Was she wanting to introduce you to her daughter, or take you home for herself?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

Y/N flipped her camera around to face herself and Joe, “Well folks, there you have it. Joe Sugg can get people to hit on him, he just needed a little help from his best friend.”

“Ha. Ha. You are sooo funny. And for your information, I got three different girls numbers today.”

“And I saw a few guys flirting with you as well.”

“What can I say, everybody wants a piece of me.” Joe smirked to the camera, wiggling his eyebrows.

“That’s it for this week. I hope you enjoyed the video. Let me know in the comments below if you would hit on Joe, or if you wouldn’t. Thank you for watching, and I’ll see all you beautiful people next week! Bye!” Y/N closed out the video before she turned her camera off, tossing it into her purse. “Ready to go? I’m starving.”

“Want pizza, one of the girls recommended a place nearby. I can call her and ask for directions, I did get her number after all.”

“You are hopeless.” She shook her head and stood, starting to walk down the path.

“You’re just jealous!” Joe called after her, standing and following in her steps.

“Of what, you?” Y/N looked over at him as he caught up beside her. “Please. I made you what you are.”

“You wound me.”

“Deal with it. I’m your best friend. It’s in the contract.”

Jealousy - Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Request:

Could you maybe do something w/ either sirius or remus(I love them both so much I can’t choose so u can) where they’re dating the reader and she’s like really sassy and stubborn and has a bit of an attitude problem and they get into lots of fights bc of it (but she’s also sensitive so getting yelled at makes her upset) but they still love each other so much and fights always eventually end w/ fluff. Pleeeaassse. Sorry if this is too long or specific 😕

Thanks for the request! Excuse the bad title, I’m trying to get better at them. 😁

Y/N = Your name

Originally posted by rozegems



Y/N was sitting on the couch, snuggled up with a book, when the Marauders burst into the common room. She looked up, meeting her boyfriend Remus’ eye. He gave her a small smile before James whispered something into his ear, whisking him away.

She loved that even after all this time, he still managed to make her heart skip a beat. Whether that be when he gave her a mere smile, pressed a light kiss to her forehead, or when he gently brushed his hand against hers in class.

She turned to her attention to the book again, flipping the next page. She was immediately thrown into the character’s shoes, the story unfolding right before her eyes.

The dark woods, so vivid in her mind that she could practically feel the breeze blowing in her hair-

“Remus, can you help me?”

And just like that, she was thrust back into reality. Y/N clenched her fists as she slowly turned her head around.

The girl was standing dangerously close to Remus, who didn’t seem to notice. She batted her eyelashes at him as he mumbled a ‘sure’ and took the parchment from her hands.

A wave of anger rushed into her as she watched him finally hand it back to her, a charming smile on his face. The girl chuckled at something he said, lightly nudging his arm before walking off, out of sight.

Y/N immediately slapped her book shut, carelessly tossing it onto the couch. She stomped over to Remus, dragging him to a secluded corner of the room.

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Can’t Wait

Requested by awesomefantasticqueen: Dean and reader are good friends who take things to the next level.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1275

“What?” you asked. Dean was staring at you, mouth open, whatever he had been saying to you through the bathroom door forgotten when you stepped out, dressed and ready to go.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, his face returning to normal. “You look nice.”

“It’s just a sundress,” you shrugged. “I thought it would be fun to clean up, for once.”

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I Dig You So Much (Jack Johnson)

A few people requested Johnson smut…which I’ve never written before so I’m so excited! I oh wow, I’m going insane with excitement..let’s go! - Bri x 

“I think we’ve made it quite clear that I’m not going to pass this psychology class.” Johnson admits with a large sigh. He was struggling with things such as the peripheral nervous system, and couldn’t tell the difference between the somatic and the autonomic sections. 

You sigh taking a deep breath, “Autonomic makes you think of which word?” You question, tipping your head to the side as you run your pencil over your bottom lip. 

Jack shrugs, “automatic.” He runs his long fingers through his blonde hair and makes eye contact with you, eyes quickly training on your lips as you run your pencil over them. He reaches over and rubs your back, flashing you a smile, “you tired?” You shrug and shake your head, you liked Johnson a lot, and usually after studying you would watch a few Netflix shows and cuddle but you were genuinely just friends…maybe a little more at times, but you weren’t worried about it. 

“What are some examples of autonomic functions?” You proceed, eyes giving him a once-over. 

He sighs, “automatic stuff? I-I can’t remember, I’m going to forget this by tomorrow.” He was losing interest fast, but before he could an idea popped into your head. 

You turn to face him and move his hands so they’re at his sides, slowly but surely you slide your hands up his legs towards his belt, immediately his breathing increases and his eyes widen, “w-what are you d-doing?” 

“Can you control the way you feel when I do this?” You ask, leaning in slightly to nuzzle noses with him, Jack snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you to straddle his lap. He shakes his head repeatedly, “Somatic or Autonomic?” 

“Autonomic.” He whispers leaning in to kiss you, “kissing is autonomic or somatic?” You whisper against his lips and he smiles. 

“Somatic because it’s entirely voluntary.” He parts his lips and deepens the kiss moving to roll you over so your back is pressed against the mattress. His body hovers over yours, and you pull at his short strands of blonde hair. 

You giggle against his lips, “will you remember them now for your test?” 

Jack nods, “I won’t ever forget.” He presses his forehead against yours and nuzzles noses with with, “I really like you, Y/N.” 

You bob your head affirmatively, “I really like you too, Jack.” 

“I mean like, I like you enough that I want this go past a lot further than studying–like I want people at school to know how much I dig you.” 

You smile, placing your finger on his bottom lip you flick it out gently and peck his nose, “I know what you mean, and I feel the same.” Jack stops speaking and leans in to kiss your neck, sucking slowly until you start moaning quietly. You had never done anything like this before, with anyone, and butterflies with fluttering around in your stomach. For some reason though, all inhibitions you had ever had about going all the way fluttered away with the butterflies as Jack affectionately stroked your sides.  

“We don’t have to skip bases tonight, darling.” He assures you. You run your fingers to his hoodie and simply untie the bow you had made earlier with his two hoodie strings, you fiddle with them and make eye contact with his blue eyes. 

“I want to.” There wasn’t a better or more poetic way to put it, you and Jack cared for each other and it was simple as that. Jack doesn’t waste a moment to slip your leggings down along with your cute socks you wore over them. He takes his hoodie off, as well as your sweater and you work on his belt buckle with shaky fingers. 

“You’re shaking so much already.” He observes, with concern in his tone. 

Truth be told, you were nervous to no end, but you were ready and that didn’t mean you wanted to do it any less, “Hey,” you take his face in your hands and peck his lips, “I’m okay.” He smiles against your lips and takes one of your hands to hold, you slip your hands down and into his boxers, getting comfortable with touching him there. He immediately lets out a low groan as you pump him slowly, “is that okay?” You ask with a nervous laugh and he nods. 

Jack guides your panties down your legs and rubs you in a sensual manner as his kisses your neck, making you moan slightly louder than before, he slips one finger in and once you adjust to the off-putting feeling you actually begin to enjoy it, “am I doing okay?” He whispers in your ear and receives an answer by your moaning of his name. Letting go of each other for a brief moment, Jack finds a condom in his jeans and slips it on with ease, only taking a few moments, “if you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?” 

You nod in agreement and Jack takes the time to ease into you once, going deeper as you adjust to his size and shape. It hurt, like hell, but he was so gentle the pain subsided within a few pumps. Regardless, the few moments of pain made your body shudder more, “baby, baby, hey, I’m sorry.” He coos in your ear, moving with a slow rhythm that you were comfortable with. 

After about three minutes, things start to feel amazing, “don’t stop.” You plead, capturing Johnson’s lips with yours as you begin to rock your hips in sync with his, “please don’t stop, baby.” Johnson smiles against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours as he pumps into you faster and deeper. Oh god, it felt so good. Jack continues the same motion, and you roll your hips so he goes deeper each time. Letting out a moan, directly in his ear, it wasn’t long until you were both close to climaxing. 

You were scared to change position, as this was your first time and Jack didn’t even bring it up. Missionary felt amazing for you both. You fingers press into his back as he moves quicker, muscles flexing against your bare body. He was quite strong an athletic and barely broke a sweat, “Y/N..baby..” Johnson murmurs against your collarbone as he sweetly kisses along the bone. He bites your shoulder which pushes you further along making you feel even closer, “I won’t be able to hold on much longer…” he trails off. 

“You don’t need to.” Moments after stating, you climax, letting out a surprisingly loud moan of his name. Within a few expert strokes, Jack follows, his being much quieter. He wraps his arms around you tightly and you roll over so you’re on top, both now feeling like you were on top of the world from the endorphins. 

“I dig you so much.” Johnson proclaims with the cutest grin on his face. 

You shrug, nuzzling noses with him, “and I dig you, so fucking much.” 

THIS TURNED OUT A LOT BETTER THAN I THOUGHT…SORRY IT’S MORE CUTE THAN CRAZY PORNO; PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED MIGHT HAVE WANTED PORNO BUT I LOWKEY BASED THIS OFF A FEW OF MY EXPERIENCES AND JOHNSON IS SO CUTE LIKE AHHH. MAYBE I’LL WRITE A DIRTY JOHNSON SOON SINCE I’M FEELING JOHNSON. Why am I writing in caps, excited to share this. I hope you enjoy! (You probably won’t now since I like it omg)! - Bri x 

The Office: Part 2

Request: “Hi. Your blog is amazing and I love your writing! I loved The Office. Can you please make a part 2? Maybe Dean and the reader becomes a couple. Or something.. I would love that. Thanks!” by den-jenta1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: This is basically smut, also swearing

Words: 1500-ish

You don’t have to read the first part to understand this one. But I suggest you read it anyway: Click here 

Summary of Part I: : “i’m really really worried you’re gonna fire me can i make up for the massive mistake i made???” au (= the reader is Dean Winchester’s employee and they have sex in his office)

A/N: There’s a little plot twist at the end so they don’t immediately become a couple like you requested ;) but I could maybe write a next part if you’d like.

It’d been weeks since the first time that I’d slept with my boss and since then, we’d made love almost everyday. In all kinds of different places. His office, the kitchen, the storage closet, his car, the bathroom… our desire was voracious.

His hands were magic and his lips were sorcerous, I couldn’t get enough of him. There was something so exciting about sex with Mr. Winchester. There was this sparkling, tingly feeling of forbiddance, the risk of getting caught and getting into trouble. It wasn’t exactly right for a boss to fuck his employee. But we didn’t care. We enjoyed it too much.

Of course, it was a physical thing. We weren’t dating, we were not in love, but we could make each other scream. And we slowly started becoming good friends, having lunch together or coffee in the early mornings. He seemed to be a nice guy, he was kind and funny and I really liked him. And hell, I hoped that I wouldn’t fall for him. It would only cause pain.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” I heard a dark voice call, while I sat at my desk, my fingers flying rapidly over the keyboard. I lifted my head to look up and recognized a beautiful, edgy face.

“Yes, Mr. Winchester? How may I help you?” I smirked, seductively fluttering my eyelashes. He grinned, oh how I loved that sexy, mischievous grin of his, with his perfectly white teeth and his full, perky lips. 

He played with his grey tie, adjusting it, then straightening the fabric of his white shirt. His broad shoulders were covered in an expensive, black blazer. He looked outrageously good in suits. 

“Actually, I want to help you,” he replied, his voice coarse and rugged, “I think you need a break from all this work.”

Then, he bent down to me until his mouth was next to my ear. “I booked a hotel room,” he whispered, his hot breath sent shivers down my spine, “meet me outside the building in half an hour.”

My womanhood immediately reacted to his words in agonizing anticipation. God, just the thought of him could make me sweat. I nodded in response, slightly biting my lip with lust filled eyes.

“I can’t wait for it, boss,” I moaned, so low that only Dean could hear me. He exhaled loudly, he was impatient, too. He adjusted his pants, ran his fingers through his hair, then he turned around and went back to his office.


Thirty minutes later, I stood outside, waiting for Mr. Winchester to pick me up, when a black, shining old-timer pulled over. I saw a handsome man in the driver’s seat, so I opened the door and sat down next to him. “Hey gorgeous,” he greeted, smiling like the cheeky little boy he was.

Driving shotgun in Dean’s car reminded me of college. I felt free, on a joyride with the hottest boy on the campus, young and fearless. He told me stories from his childhood and I laughed at every silly joke he made. I told him embarrassing moments from high school and he giggled loudly.

It didn’t take long to get to the hotel, maybe fifteen minutes, and when we arrived I was kind of sad that the ride was over.


The hotel seemed expensive. Women in designer dresses and men in suits, chandeliers on the ceiling. Dean got the room keys while I waited on one of the brown leather couches, observing my environment.

“Our room is on the eighth floor,” Mr. Winchester stated, raising the keys up. He took my hand to lead me to the elevator.

When we got inside, it was quiet for a couple of seconds, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips onto mine, grabbing my waist, digging his fingertips into my hips in desperate desire. I responded immediately, tangling my hands in his short hair, granting his tongue access. The kiss was intense, passionate and needy. He took me by my butt and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around him. It was sudden, fiercely.

“Do you actually know how much I want you, Y/N? More than I’ve ever wanted anyone else and I can’t wait to give you what you need, baby,” he murmured, not really letting go of my lips. “I want you to come from my touch, I want to hear the lovely sounds you make,” he started kissing my neck, not quite gentle, but rough and lustful.

When the elevator arrived on the eighth floor, he walked out, still holding me, carrying me to the room.

Once we were there, he threw me onto the bed. We’d never had sex on a bed before and this was kind of more…emotional than doing it on his desk or the kitchen table. And this made it even better.

He took my skirt and panties off in a rush, then he tossed his blazer and suit on the floor. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, then got to his knees, putting my legs over his shoulders. “Dean…”

He started licking my folds, my clit, then sucked it. I let out a shaky moan. He kept going, moving faster, slipping his tongue inside of me, fucking me with his mouth. He then put a finger inside of me, pumping in and out while he kept on swirling his tongue around my clit. He went faster and faster, adding a finger and then another one. 

“Fuck, yeah, Dean!” I screamed, fisting the sheets, thrusting my hips towards him. His hands tightly gripped my legs, he grunted at the sounds I let out. “Baby, you’re so sexy,” he said, “I love making you feel good. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“I love it,” I pressed out under my breath. 

“Yes, you do, baby girl, now say my name,” he ordered and I obeyed, groaning his name in overwhelming pleasure. “Don’t stop, please, Dean”

He went even faster, even harder, sucking my clit, eating me out until I was about to explode. Fiery heat built up inside of me like a burning fire. “Come for me, Ms. Y/L/N”

“Oh, shit!”

I came intensely and loudly. Dean moaned at the sight in front of him, my eyes closed and my lips parted, slowly coming back down from my high, muscles relaxing again. But he didn’t really give me much time. He hovered over me, kissing me with all he had, making me taste myself. He teased me by rubbing his length on my wet folds, one of his hands playing with my nipple. “Tell me what you want, Y/N”

“Fuck me”

“Say it again”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean”

“Shit, you’re so hot, Y/N”

Then he thrusted into me, filling me up, stretching me out and pushing in and out of me, going deep. I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Oh god,” the feeling was incredible, waves of white pleasure crashing onto me, like a thunderstorm of erotic passion. He took one of my legs and put it over his shoulder, hitting me from another angle and going even deeper.

I felt him getting closer, his thrusts got uncontrolled, his grunts louder. “I’m…I’m gonna…babe…I…”

And then he released, let himself go and I followed him, losing it, too. He collapsed on top of me, heavily breathing. I ran my fingers over his sweaty back, panting, and savoring the feeling he’d given me.

A few moment later, he stood up and started getting dressed. “Are you hungry? We can get sandwiches on our way back to the office?” he suggested, casually, as if we hadn’t just slept with each other. “Uh, no, not really.”

I got up, too, collecting my clothes and putting them on. I didn’t know if I’d expected him to stay with me a little longer. But I wished we could have stayed in this bed, curled up, bodies pressing against each other. Just cuddling, maybe talking a little. But we didn’t do that. We probably wouldn’t ever do that.


As we were about to leave the room, Dean’s phone rang. He looked nervous when he saw the name on the screen, hesitating on wether or not he should answer the call. 

“Are you not going to pick up your phone?” I asked. He clenched his jaw in response, waiting some more, then he answered the call, pressed the phone onto his ear. “Hello?” he said, “Oh yeah, hey honey, how are you doing?…Yeah, yeah…I’ll be home late tonight…”

I knew that I had no rights to be jealous or to feel used since we had a purely physical relationship, but finding out that he lived with a woman, that he had a girlfriend or even a wife…it hurt. He didn’t tell me about it. I thought he was single. Now, I realized that I was the other woman. I never wanted to be that.

When he hung up, I looked at him reproachfully. “Who was that?” I hissed, crossing my arms.

“Look, Y/N, I should have told you but when you came to my office the other day, I just couldn’t resist. I’d fantasized about you for so long and once we started…I couldn’t stop. I wanted you everyday. Sleeping with you is…addicting. And I wanted to tell you about her but I didn’t really know how. But I’m telling you now. I…I’m married,” he confessed, “but I’m not happy. And with you, I felt happier than I have for months! You give me all the things I need and…”

I couldn’t listen to him any longer. Oh my god. “You should’ve told me, Dean! Fuck, you cheated on your wife! I… I destroyed a marriage!”

Oh. My. God.