no one requested this i made it myself because i was bored

Terms and Conditons. (Jeon Jungkook.)

Originally posted by jeony

Requested – Yes.

Prompt – Jungkook was out looking for a new flavor of the month and his eyes land on a certain previously taken girl.

Warning – This is a sugar daddy Jungkook scenario. Slight angst, more angst in the future and smut. This smut includes daddy kink.

Words – 2,259. 

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The energy was heightened as groups of individuals danced around the large ballroom held for an extravagant party. Jeon Jungkook was known to be quite a party planner when it came to his business because he always wanted to make a strong entrance plus he wanted to impress the girls that might be lucky enough to land in his bed that night.

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After Party // Jughead

Prompt #20: Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.

Summary: Reader got ready for the dance with Veronica and Betty but when the party at Cheryl’s happened she didn’t expect a suprise. The surprise in the form of Jughead Jones and getting dared to play seven minutes in heaven with the boy.

Character: Reader x Jughead Jones, Veronica, Betty, Archie, Cheryl, and Reggie Mantle (mentioned)

Words: 1017

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Also to clarify in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is not based on the comics.

Warnings: Make out session, swearing, alcohol, fluff and a party

Author: Caitsy

Requested: Yes. Anon

Tagging: At the bottom

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Originally posted by stydiaislove

If you had to answer someone on what was the most surprisingly thing the first week of school you could answer. After the school dance everyone went to Cheryl’s place for a party. It didn’t matter if you hated her guts everyone went, either for the alcohol, the drama or just to see the castle of a home the popular girl lived in.

The most surprising thing was when you noticed that Jughead Jones was lounging around the room where everyone was. You couldn’t believe he had made an appearance at this party because majority of the popular kids were rude to him. You noticed that Archie was even surprised at Jughead.

“Jughead what are you doing here?” You asked. He had opened his mouth before Cheryl interrupted.

“Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.” Cheryl smiled, “Well maybe once but they moved away.”

You rolled your eyes at her words because she would have been the reason that person fled town. The girl pouted her plump lips before calling everyone to circle up.

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On Edge - Request

Requested by anon:  Can you make a heated sherlock imagine where he hasn’t had a case in a while but hasn’t been able to go to the drug dens or smoke because of Y/N so he takes out his frustration on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (doesn’t have to be smut but it could be real HEATED)

Summary: Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke. (Y/N) continues to mock him about it, without telling him where his cigarettes are, which leads Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing her what it’s like to be on edge.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Smut - edging, fingering, teasing -, dominant!Sherlock

Word count: 2,447

A/N: This is the longest piece of smut I’ve written and it’s not even smut like so, wow. I hope you like this!

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Originally posted by iamcumberlocked

Sherlock stomped from one side to the other of the flat.  He was frantically looking for that tiny carton box, hidden somewhere inside that messy labyrinth he had unconsciously created. She was sitting on the sofa, knowing exactly what he was doing but pretending to ignore it, although Sherlock had noticed that sly smirk formed on her red lips.

Not a case, not a single one, and that was his curse. He had saved everyone and gotten to be a big and famous detective, but what was the price of fame? Boredom, that was.

“I need them.” Sherlock begged. His back was turned to her, but he knew exactly how big and curved that mischievous grin on her face was.

“No.” She replied.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sherlock finally turned to see her.

Her legs were crossed, one over the other, and her feet were pointing at him. The black high heels matched the black pencil skirt that failed to hide the soft skin from her thighs. Her hands were holding one of his old books, and her arms rested lazily over one of the arm-holders. A messy strand of hair had fell over her face, framing it so delicately it made Sherlock get distracted for a few milliseconds.

“John told me you were annoying when you were bored.” She said, “But I have to say it: You are fascinating.”

“I’m even better when I’m smoking.” Sherlock snapped. He lifted his chin, trying to look like the intimidating man from the newspapers rather than an anxious boy.

“Those things will kill you one day.” She leaned back on the couch, allowing her head to fall back on the pillow. Sherlock observed said movement as if it had been performed in slow motion.

How the lose strand bounced over her nose before falling back to the side. The way her eyes shut after her head touched the soft fabric, and that slight breeze of air her lips expelled. The way her chest rose up a bit after, inhaling once more. And her feet, one of them – the one from the leg crossed on top – still pointing at him. How her delicate hands left the book over her lap, calling his attention to focus yet again on her skin.

He was driving him insane.

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I’ll Show You

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 4,609 (I’M SORRY)

Warnings: strong language, kissing, teasing, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex, fingering 

requested by @ephemeral-stilinski
A/N: I KNOW THIS TOOK ME SO LONG AND I’M SORRY BUT IT’S FINALLY HERE, SO ENJOY!

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae


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The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Request: Maybe a smut where you’re a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because you’re a prude who didn’t want to have sex with him. Jeff Atkins comforts you, admits his feelings and smut ensues. Later in the locker room, everyone teases Jeff asking where all his hickeys and scratches on his back came from and he looks straight into Marcus’s eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesn’t believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.

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“I just don’t understand why you can’t come out tonight. It’s just Bryce’s place, we’ll be there an hour, two hours max.” Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you can’t help it. He’s your boyfriend, but he’s clingy. He’s annoying.

“And I just don’t understand why you can’t go by yourself.” You retort, dry and humorless. “You keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.”

“I just –” Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. “I don’t get why you can’t study for Heitzman’s exam tomorrow night. It’s not like you’re gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.”

“That’s literally – no, Marcus, that’s literally rich coming from you. ‘Relax,’ what the fuck?” You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. That’s a fucking joke.

“Jesus, fine. Fine, I’ll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go with the guys.” He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. He’s taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and it’s exhausting.

“I’ll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?” You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. “Seriously, I’ll go to the next one,” you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. “Bitch, if you don’t answer …”

A smile cracks on his face.

“All right – but I’m holding you to that, understand?” He says, mockingly stern. “I’m gonna make you have fun if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You grin when he kisses your forehead, laughing as he makes his way down to your lips. His own lips are chapped against yours, but you think you might like it.

Well, you think glumly. There are worse boyfriends to have.

-

It’s hours later and you’re in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. You’re neck-deep in calculus when your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time for the night. You almost ignore it. Marcus and Sheri have been blowing up your phone for the the past hour, ranging from “bitch I know you didn’t make Marcus come by himself” to “bitch I can’t believe you actually made me come by myself.”

Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.

From: Mulholland Drive
U should seriously come I’m begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself he’s tryna play beer pong rn lmao

You snort. Of course he is.

To: Mulholland Drive
pics or it didn’t happen

You look at your next message. The smile that slaps on your face is big enough to make you feel almost guilty.

Somewhat guilty.

Very guilty.

From: JoJo The Fool
where u at?

To: JoJo The Fool
At my humble abode

From: JoJo The Fool
I see ur boyfriend here, lookin lonely. U should stop by and join him

To: JoJo The Fool
Lemme take a wild guess and say

To: JoJo The Fool
u at Walker’s place

From: JoJo The Fool
ding ding!! u right

From: JoJo The Fool
seriously come over. bored without u. everyone’s left me

From: JoJo The Fool
acknowledge me or face the consequences

You laugh, typing out a quick reply before you can help yourself. And you literally can’t help yourself. Jeff is unnaturally kind. The type of kind that makes you feel bad for not being just as kind, if not more. Disappointing him is like metaphorically kicking a dog: it’s unforgivable and you’re probably going to hate yourself afterwards.

To: JoJo The Fool
needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao I’m studying for Heitzman

From: JoJo The Fool
ew stop. come over and I’ll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class

You lay your phone down. You’re not going to go, you tell yourself. You need to study. You need good grades. Good grades matter in life, parties hosted by an asshole don’t.

From: JoJo The Fool
guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes

Well, fuck it. There’s always tomorrow.

-

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
moi petite fromage I’m coming to bryce’s now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
be excited I’m coming to play beer pong wit ya ass

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
hullo¿

-

The drive to Bryce’s house is quick and fast, your temporary lust for shitty beer getting the better of you. You park relatively close, and when you arrive past the gate, you’re greeted with shouts.

It’s ridiculously crowded. The lights are bright and glimmering off of the pools, filled to the brim with over-exposed bodies. You can practically smell the over-sexed teenagers.

“You came!” Sheri shouts, and you grin, taking her extended hand and letting yourself be pulled past the pool. You stop at one of many tables piled with beer.

“Well, you missed beer pong,” she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. “But I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryce’s rug right about now.” She titters, and you groan.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t have come after all,” you snicker, taking a heavy sip. “Designated driver, once again.”

“What happened to getting white girl wasted?” A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.

“Another night, Atkins.” You say. “Tonight, I’m stone-cold sober.”

He’s smiling at you when you turn around, and you feel something in your chest tighten by about twelve notches. He leans against your shoulder and grins, sparkling and bright, like the lights against the pool.

“I thought you came for me, now I’m just dissapointed.”

“Came for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.“ You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. “Speaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryce’s house.” You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.

Jeff perks from next to you. “I’ll come with you,” he sets his own bottle down. “If he’s too faded then I’ll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.”

You raise your brows. “Sober enough for that, Atkins?”

“Three beers, max. I’m a sloppy drunk, can’t have people from school seeing that.” The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like he’s smiling just for you, and you want – god, for a second, you wish – that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.

If you weren’t dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what you’re thinking. If you weren’t dating Marcus, Jeff would

“Let’s go in the house,” you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeff’s reach. “To find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.”

“Sorry, who’s Marcus again?” Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin that’s come into contact with him.

You say your goodbye to Sheri and march across the lawn, Jeff following behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It feels like it’s boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.

You’re two steps into Bryce’s ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.

“Here, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.” He pulls you to the left, and you try your best to ignore how sweaty your hand is. You try even harder to ignore that Jeff’s the reason why it is.

You just try to ignore.

It’s nearly empty in the house, most of the crowd outside, save for the few people lounging on the sofas and hanging at the kitchen bar. Those that are still conscious stare as you and Jeff make your way down the hall, smirks and sneers twisting their faces. You’re not entirely sure you want to know why.

The first door you knock on goes unanswered, the room empty when you open it. The next two consist of – surprise – hormonal teenage sex, which you’re only too glad to close the door on. The third isn’t any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.

“God! Sorry, I’ll just, uh, leave. I’ll close the door–”

Jeff grabs your arm. “Uh,” he stops you, eyes wide and staring into the room. His face pinches in disgust seconds later, and you stop yourself from shutting the door when you realize exactly who’s in the room.

“Dude, get the hell out!” Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty High’s head cheerleader.

Get out! What the fu –” Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.

You’re staring at them – at him, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. You’re disgusted. You’re vividly imagining him being run over with your car.

You decide to settle with just staring. It’s less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.

“Shit – shit! This isn’t – no, baby, I swear I didn’t mean –”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You don’t stutter when you speak. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this – this entire fucking mess.

You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isn’t your fault.

“Baby, baby – this isn’t anything, I swear to God. This is nothing –” Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.

Don’t!” You shout, and he jerks back at the sound of your voice. You ignore the sharp burn of tears in your eyes, how hot they feel against your cheeks. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. “Let me explain. I can explain this.”

Explain this?” You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. “What the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“This – just listen to me. This,” Marcus gestures around the room, and he’s shouting back now. “This happened because we have nothing. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.”

You nearly choke.

“We have nothing? What – what does that even mean? Are you … oh, my god. Are you seriously using us not having sex as an excuse? What are you going to say next, that I’m a – a what? A fucking prude?”

The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.

“Jesus,” you bark out. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first he’s spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Atkins!” He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesn’t get to talk to Jeff. He doesn’t get to say anything.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” You shout just as Jeff says, “Calm down, man.”

“No, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?” Marcus questions. “Just leave! Get the fuck out, this doesn’t involve you, man!” He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.

“I’m not listening to this,” you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You still hear Marcus shouting even as you walk down the hall, practically dragging Jeff with each hurried step. The last things you can manage to make out are two simple words.

Fuck you.

-

“Are you okay?” Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.

“That can’t be a serious question right now, dude.”

Silence.

“I’ll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.” He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know he’s being painfully genuine now, and you can’t bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.” You half-joke, but it’s empty. There’s silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. “I just – I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but … what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. “There was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a – he’s just a dick.” He finishes lamely, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely that. It’s just … I mean, Nina Burbank?” You question, incredulous. “I’m worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.”

Jeff’s laugh is one of surprise.

You shake your head. “No, Jeff, I’m serious. He could’ve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I would’ve chosen someone better than her.”

“Like who?” The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesn’t stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“You mind being a rebound for the night?” You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, you’re such an asshole. You shouldn’t even be joking about something like that.

You expect anything but the laugh he gives back to you, his eyes bright and his smile sweet.

“Well,” he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. “If it’s any consolation, you’d be my rebound, too. You’re …” He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. “You’re everything.”

“Stop.” You laugh, and you’re blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.

“No, seriously, you’re … god, I shouldn’t even be saying this right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re someone I’ve wanted to be with for … a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I –” He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and you’re sure your heartbeat is audible.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s too fast, it’s dirty, but you don’t care.

When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesn’t care too much either.

-

Your parents aren’t home, you tell Jeff, and you close your front door with a heavy bang and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Your kisses are blind and fleeting, traveling from his lips to his neck, and he stumbles to hold you against the wall leading to your kitchen.

It’s only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize you’re about have sex.

It’s nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeff’s rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, it won’t be the last. It doesn’t even have to feel good right now, you just have to feel.

None of that stops you from literally gaping in shock when you feel him against you, because oh.

Oh.

Oh, holy fuck.

You know Jeff’s big – you know. But god, he’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had in your goddamn life and – holy shit. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving as he grinds himself against you, wanton and hot and excited. He whines. The heavy pressure against you is enough to have you feeling the beginning of the end, every nerve on fire and waiting for that wave of ecstasy to extinguish it.

You only burn hotter when he whispers in your ear, “I want you. Oh, my god, I want you.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s smooth and hard compared to the rough wall behind you, his skin burning with every touch, coaxing himself between your legs. He get what he wants, which is exactly what you want, and he doesn’t waste time.

He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, he’s thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.

He’s breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down – hard – once he’s finally balls deep.

You’re almost positive that he’s licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. He’s got one hand pulling your hair and another hand grabbing your hip, meshing yourselves together.

The slap of skin against skin is all you can hear, all you can feel, and god, it feels unbelievable.

There’s something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s going to leave bruises, you think faintly, and you smile lazily while he thrusts into you, each rough movement of his hips pushing you up and down the wall in small jolts.

You can leave bruises too.

-

It’s Monday and Jeff feels the scratches on his back sting as he takes his shirt off. They only vaguely hurt now, most of the cuts scabbing over and healing over the weekend. The bruises are different, though, he thinks with a smile. They’re like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.

“Atkins, Jesus.” Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeff’s back. “Who the hell attacked you?”

“It’s, uh, nobody.” He smiles faintly. He’s not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker room’s jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.

“Come on, Jeff,” he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. “Looks like one hell of a lay.”

“No, seriously. I’m not about to tell you guys –”

“Why not, Atkins?” Marcus’ voice overlaps his, cool and harsh, and Jeff feels his jaw lock.

He turns to look at Marcus and feels nothing but a heavy weight of disgust and anger in the pit of his belly. For a second – just a second, he swears – he fantasizes about landing a hard one right on his nose. The break would be clean and nobody would hold him back. He would probably get away with it.

He snaps out of his fantasy and sighs to himself. No. No, he wouldn’t.

So he settles for the next best thing.

“You really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.” He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. It’s suddenly quiet. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize her handiwork.”

He slips his shirt on quickly and grabs his bag, shouldering Marcus roughly as he leaves. He ignores the sudden onslaught of jeers coming from the locker room as he walks out.

He finds you in the hallways soon enough, and he feels the smile take over his face before he can do anything to stop it. He doesn’t really want to stop it.

He grabs you by the waist and grins. “You know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzman’s class.”

You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. “That’s right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.”

“Did I?”

You scoff. “Don’t be cute, Atkins. Doesn’t really suit you.” You lean towards him, lips soft and just barely grazing his own.

Jeff grins. He can only just barely see Marcus from the end of the hall, and he decides, yeah, the bruises covering both of your bodies are well worth the look on his face.

This Is War [4]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p)


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1328

Warnings: It’s a little boring maybe? This fic is developing by itself now.. 

 A/N: Holy!! The amount of support you guys are giving for this fic is amazing!! Thank you so much for reading and for all the likes and comments! Feedback is definitely what keeps me going, so thank you, so much!! 

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History- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead and reader have drifted apart, and reader just wants to know why she lost one of her best friends (the requested “holy shit you have a lot of books” prompt)

Warnings: None wow what a shocker

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It was no secret that I loved reading. It ignited a passion in me, the stories I read gave me hope, and faith, they taught me to dream big and always reach for the stars. As cliché as it sounded, reading was my favorite pass time. My parents obviously saw how dedicated I was to literature, and they were proud of my intelligence and my sophisticated and mature personality, which had come from many of the books I had read, so it was no surprise that our home included a personal library for me to lounge in and read.

My parents were very well off when it came to money, especially living in Riverdale and having a decent paying job. We lived in a two-story house in the same neighborhood as the blossoms, although Cheryl and I weren’t any more than friendly neighbors and classmates. I usually kept to myself, having my few friends like Archie Andrews or Betty Cooper. My parents had been friends with theirs for as long as I can remember, which made the three of us close. I was also friends with Veronica Lodge and Kevin Keller.

Jughead Jones and I had a confusing relationship to say the least. We started off as childhood friends, then drifted apart during middle school. Then we grew closer over the summer, after Archie had ditched the road trip, and then he began to distance himself from me again. I didn’t know why, but it irritated me greatly, and it didn’t help that I had become infatuated with the broody teen. I would have done anything to fix whatever happened to our friendship, so when Betty told me Jughead had been having trouble in history class, I jumped at the offer to tutor him, managing to corner him at school.

“Jughead Jones.” I stood behind the boy who was hunched over his locker. He slowly turned to face me, a bored expression on his face.

“That’s me.” He replied, closing his locker door and leaning against it. I straightened my posture, not letting his loose demeanor intimidate me further.

“I know you’re having trouble in history, and lucky for you, we just so happen to have history, so I’m here to help.” I spoke cheerfully, a grin on my face.

“No thanks, I don’t need your charity.” Jughead pushed off the lockers, beginning to walk away.

“Jughead,” I grabbed his arm, turning him back around to face me. I decided to take control of the situation, putting on a brave face.

“It wasn’t an offer. You need the help, and you know it.” I let go of his arm.” Be at my house at 3:30, or retake history, it’s your call.”

With that, I turned on my heel, walking away.

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I paced my living room floor, too nervous to sit or do anything else for that matter. It was 3:31, and I was anxiously wondering if Jughead would come.

Ten minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, and I quickly ran to it, peeking out the window. When I saw Jughead standing there, arms crossed and his backpack on his shoulders, I sighed in relief, thanking my lucky stars he actually came.

I unlocked the bolt, opening the door and nodding my head to greet him. Jughead stepped inside, looking around at the hallway of my home. After a moment, I cleared my throat to catch his attention before leading him to the dining room table. I had already grabbed a few history books from the library, setting them neatly on the table.

“Would you like something to drink? We have water, sweet tea, soda….”

“Do you have root beer?” He asked, his attention already on one of the history books that sat on the table.

“Jughead Jones, I’m personally offended that you would ask me such a question.” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood. I saw a ghost of a smile flash across his face, and grinned to myself, happy that I had gotten something out of him. I grabbed a root beer from the fridge, walking over to him and handing him the bottle before sitting down next to him.

We had gotten an hour and a half in to tutoring, and I had been helping jughead with all the key things he would need to know for our midterm. Jughead had mostly been quiet, not saying much more than the answers to the questions. I gave up on trying to rekindle whatever friendship there was left. I just didn’t understand what I had done wrong, and it bothered me greatly.

“Ok, that’s it for today.” I stood up, collecting the history books in my arms.” I think you’re more than prepared for the test.” I walked out of the room, making my way to the library and swinging the door open. I walked over to the little nonfiction section I had assigned, putting the books back in alphabetical order.

“Holy shit.” I swung around, turning to see Jughead standing at the door.” That’s a lot of books.”

“Yeah.” I agreed, blushing lightly.” My mom and dad helped me make it when we moved in here. It’s my favorite room.” I turned my attention back to Jughead, who seemed to be fixated on one of the shelves, his fingers running across the spines of the books gently. After a moment or so, I broke the silence, uttering the question I had been wanting to ask for the longest time.

“What happened between us?” Jughead’s attention snapped back towards me, a sad look on his face.” Did I do something wrong? Why aren’t we friends anymore, Jughead? If it’s because of me – “

“It wasn’t you, y/n.” Jughead sighed, stepping towards me.” Trust me, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jughead dropped his head, finding the ground more interesting.

“Then what happened?” I questioned, looking at him expectantly. Jughead looked up, his eyes locking with mine. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say, but couldn’t. I sighed, looking away from him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for binging it up, I just wanted to know wh-“ I was cut off when Jughead cupped my face, turning me to look back at him. His hands stayed there for a moment, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones lightly, before he closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. My hands gripped Jughead’s wrists, not knowing where else to go.

After a moment, Jughead moved his hands, opting to wrap his arms around my waist instead. My arms went around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. Jughead and I finally broke apart, eyes locking again.

“That’s why.” Jughead spoke, voice cracking a bit. We both let out a breathy laugh, smiling as we realized we both had mutual feelings.

“You idiot. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” I shook my head, pushing him down by the back of his neck to kiss me again.

Fanfiction - The Teacher

Request for a fic. Everyone is joking about professor Sam in Barbour. Could you write a professor Jamie story. Claire is a student but Older and more intriguing than all the young giggling co-eds

…In the meantime, I had this anon ask sitting on my inbox for some months now – and I’d hate to let this fantasy go unattended!

The Teacher

Those girls were ridiculous, Claire thought. Madly fluttering their eyelashes as if a constant influx of dust was getting into their eyes and always bending over, using the pretence of catching a fallen pen or pencil, only to expose their cleavage. Claire felt she was inside a documentary on the mating rituals of college girls and, even if slightly amusing, it also disturbed her in an irrational way.

Health Management was an extra class for her – a way to get a couple more credits that would speed up her academic course. She was already almost ten years the senior when compared to the other students attending Medical School – her years as a nurse had given her a lot of useful resources, but also made her feel she was constantly battling time. It was an interesting class, that mixed concepts of health and economics, to ensure the future doctors based their decisions in cost-effectiveness. In spite of being well taught and useful, whispering was a constant background noise – clearly the result of female hormones going rampant. The problem was not the subject, Claire knew – was the man leading the class.

Professor Fraser was young and remarkably handsome – his Scottish accent and deep voice, combined with astonishing blue eyes, which he hid behind black rimmed glasses, inspired great admiration amongst the women in the classroom. The fact that the class functioned at all was a testament to Fraser’s capacity of using leadership skills and imposing respect.

A couple of girls next to her giggled and Claire distinctively heard one of them, a blonde bombshell that undoubtedly belonged in a house named after a Greek alphabet letter, saying “I would slide my hand bellow his kilt anytime…”

Pursing her lips and rolling her eyes, Claire continued to sketch with her sharp pencil in the back of her notebook, struggling to focus again on the contents of the class. The shade in the external corner wasn’t quite right, she noticed, furrowing her brows in annoyance.

“Am I boring ye, Miss Beauchamp?” She heard a voice demanding her attention. Claire looked up and noticed all faces turned to her, clearly awaiting her reaction to being caught distracted. James Fraser stood next to the board with his arms crossed, his lips forming a half smile, expecting her answer.

Yes. “No, Professor Fraser.” She replied in a casual tone. “I was just taking notes and got distracted. May you repeat the question, please?”

“I see.” He said in a serious – disappointed? – tone. “Anyone knows the answer? Miss MacKenzie?”

“Replacing the blood gas machine would be the best measure.” Laoghaire MacKenzie glowed like a lit candle - marvelled that for once she had managed to upstage Claire and gain Professor Fraser’s attentions - offering a victorious look through the corner of her eye, which Claire blatantly ignored.

“That is correct.” He nodded, raising a brow in Claire’s direction. “I’d recommend that ye pay more attention to the class, Miss Beauchamp.”

“I bloody would if it wasn’t for your fan club.” Claire complained in a low voice, after he had resumed the class.

As the class ended – students rushing to the door to get to the refectory in time for lunch, talking about a hot party later that week -, Claire assembled her notebooks and pencil, storing them inside her green rucksack – made of what looked like army green fabric with a painted red cross, akin to something a doctor would wear during the Second World War.

“May I talk to you, Miss Beauchamp?” Professor Fraser asked politely, as she walked down the stairs in direction of the door. The room was almost deserted, only a couple of latecomers remained inside, struggling with coats and piles of books.

“Of course, Professor.” Claire stared at him, expectantly.

“Ye were distracted today.” He pointed, closing the book he had used to prepare the current subject. “Is something bothering ye, Claire?”

“No.” She firmly replied, her eyes downcast. “I’m sure I can’t be the first student you caught daydreaming. Why are you making such a big deal about it?”

Jamie gave her a concerned look, his blue eyes wrinkling in the corners. He was sporting a small stubble, that combined with his impeccable plaid shirt, gave him a look of casual handsomeness.

“Ye are one of the best students in the class.” He said slowly, neatly placing his books inside his own bag. “I wouldna like ye to squander yer potential. If something is disturbing ye, I’d like to help ye if I can, that’s all.”

“It’s fine.” She insisted in a harsher voice, her hands slightly trembling. “I don’t really need another man to tell me I’m not good enough and can’t handle things. Because I am quite capable!”

“I’m not saying ye aren’t, Miss Beauchamp.” He pointed patiently, glaring at her increasingly red face. “In fact, I think I just said quite the opposite.”

“I can’t focus because all the girls around me are acting like crazy hens, cackling over you!” She accused in a mordant voice, going completely berserk despite her best rational alarms going off in the outskirts of her brain. “I’m here to study – I have so much to learn still and my age will hurt me in spite of how good I keep proving myself again and again – and all they can think is to shag the teacher!”

“Ye’re crossing the line, Claire.” Jamie warned, his voice now low and dangerous. “I might be younger than ye – just a few years, really - but ye’re not exactly old enough to convince me ye’re getting senile by acting out and being disrespectful. I am the teacher here.”

“Then you should bloody act like it!” Claire growled, the hammer of anger – and jealousy? – pounding against her ribs. “Stop being so nice and attentive, because you’re clearly giving the wrong message!”

“What?!” His mouth was ajar, the pulse on his temple throbbing in anger. He practically tore his glasses away from his face, discarding them on the table with a dry sound. “I never made any advances on one of my students. The mere suggestion my behaviour is borderline unethical is a verra serious one, Miss Beauchamp. It can get me suspended if anyone in the faculty board hears it.”

“I’m sorry.” She hissed, fidgeting with the closing mechanism of her rucksack. “But you have to recognize that you are young and…handsome.” Claire swallowed her, her voice strangled. “You can pass the wrong impression just from breathing.”

“Maybe ye should drop this class.” Jamie suggested, slightly turning away from her in order to shield his face from her sight. “I can ask Professor Raymond’s permission for you to assist his Alternative Medicine class. It will give ye the same credits as mine.”

“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I should.” They stood there, facing each other, their eyes battling when words had failed them.

“Claire.” He asked, his voice ragged but softer, warmer. “Who told you ye werena enough?”

“My husband.” She avoided his eyes, twisting her lips in a grimace. “Ex-husband. He was a teacher too. Thought I couldn’t handle becoming a doctor – I should settle to what I already was. He was very vocal about it. That’s why we divorced.”

“He was wrong.” Jamie said softly, but firmly. His eyes were all shades of blue – stormless skies, bottomless oceans, rare wild flowers, starry nights, infinite horizons. “I hope ye ken that. Because I certainly do.”

“Oh.” Claire babbled, feeling utterly ridiculous after her outburst. He had his long-fingered hands placed on the desk between them – in her eyes they seemed made to lovingly caress a female body, to demand responses with brutal kindness, to hold a smaller hand that could fit perfectly. “Thank you.”

“It has been a pleasure teaching you, Claire.” He said quietly. “You have a lively mind and a sharp wit. They’ll serve ye well. Yer age won’t hinder ye, lass – it only makes ye that more intriguing and capable.”

“I’m sorry.” She gave him a weak blushing smile, reinforced by the way he responded with a small grin. “I can be quite…rebellious, when my heels are being stepped on.”

“I have witnessed it first-hand.” He laughed, brushing his copper hair in a display of nervousness. “Ye seem to have forgotten one of yer wee notebooks.” And, without waiting for her answer, strode to the place where she had been sitting, collecting her pad.

She knew he would see it – she had been working on it for most of the class and had left it open as she hurried to leave. It was a rough drawing of a blue eye, with a familiar catlike shape – framing it was a verse from her favourite poem in her stylized hand, “Da mi basia mille”.

Deinde centum.” He completed, caressing the sheet with his fingertips. “If ye’re not my student anymore,” He said in a hoarse voice, turning to look at her with a burst of hope in his eyes. “I’m finally free to ask ye out on a date, as I’ve wanted since the day I first saw ye sitting on my class.”

Finally

Jughead x reader

In which Jughead and the reader have opposite windows and hidden feelings.

*requested*


I woke up to my phone buzzing incessantly next to my head. I groaned, opening my eyes blearily, and carelessly threw my hand around trying to find the source of the noise. Once my fingers had grasped it I brought it up to my face, squinting at the bright screen in my dark room. I almost cried when I saw that the time was 3.46am, but was awakened by the five messages from my best friend, Jughead, displayed on the screen. I opened the unread texts, struggling to read them in my lethargic state. 

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: You awake?

I rapidly grew furious at his audacity to interrupt my rest. I texted him back a furious, all caps message about how I was now awake, thanks to him, and waited for a reply to make sure it wasn’t an emergency before I went back to sleep.

J: Come to the window

I groaned loudly, forcing myself to sit up and leave the warmth of my bed. Jughead and I’s windows were directly opposite each other, which often came in handy, but also gave him the opportunity to irritate me at all hours. I drew back my curtains slowly to find him already leaning out of his window, waiting for me. I glared at him as I lifted my own window up to speak to him. I was fairly sure I could have been mistaken for roadkill at that moment, with bed hair, half-closed eyes and particularly unflattering pyjamas, but I couldn’t have cared less. Jughead had known me for too long to be phased by it.

“This had better be a world-altering, life or death emergency, Jones.” I muttered, leaning out and glowering at him. To my dismay he grinned at me. Not an emergency then.

“Well that depends. Would you consider my forthcoming death from boredom an emergency?” He asked cheekily, leaning his chin on his arms. I moaned, realising quickly that I had just left the sweet, sweet world of sleep because he was bored. I began to retreat back into my room, but I was cut off.

“No, Y/N, wait, wait.” He whined. I stopped where I was, halfway back inside, and looked at him sceptically. 

“If you give me one rational, justified reason for me to stay out here and talk to you, I might consider it.” I told him, raising my eyebrows. He faltered.

“Because… you love me?”

“Bye.” I said, retreating to my bed, but leaving my window open.

“Rude, actually!” I heard him whisper yell as I curled back into my covers. There was quiet for a moment, and I had just begun to slip back into unconsciousness when he spoke again. 

“I’m climbing over.”

I opened my eyes in panic and stumbled over to the window to lock it, but he was already there, opening it and climbing in. Because our houses were marginally smaller than the rest of our friend’s, they were just about close enough to each other for the precarious climb to be made between the windows. Jughead had discovered this in about the fifth grade, and I honestly wished he hadn’t. Too many times had I walked into my room to find him already there, lounging on my bed, and scaring me half to death. It wasn’t good for my cardiovascular health, honestly. 

I was helpless as he pushed his way into my room, standing up and grinning at me as he brushed off his pyjama pants. Lucky for him, my parents weren’t home, so there was no risk of waking them up. I said nothing, only scowled at him as I retreated to my bed and he followed, sitting on the end of it. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, accepting that I probably wasn’t going to get back to sleep with him here. He was too distracting.

“You won. Happy?” I asked him bitterly. He pouted.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.” He slung his arm around my shoulders, smirking. “I know you love me.”

“I do not.” I lied, crossing my arms and looking away from him.

“Be honest, you’re glad I’m here.” He teased. I scoffed. 

“Glad you’re here keeping me awake, when I could be in the sweet oblivion that is unconsciousness? Yeah, right.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help the smile that overcame my face. I was in too deep. 

I wonder if he knew I was in love with him then. 

I leant back into my pillows, and he moved so he was lying next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling. If he wasn’t going to let me sleep, he could at least entertain me. I turned my head to look at him.

“Tell me a story, Jones.”

He starting telling me about his writing ideas and talking about anything that came to his mind. I contributed to the conversation a bit, but mainly I just watched him. I had been in love with him for about a year, but liked him for longer. I know, I’m a living cliché. I had been through the struggle of loving your best friend in my head a thousand times, and had overthought everything. I couldn’t tell him, because I knew I would probably lose him if he didn’t feel the same, and that didn’t bear thinking about. But I also didn’t know how much longer I could keep up the pretence. The pretence that I didn’t want to jump his bones every time I saw him, that is. I pushed this internal conflict from my mind, and tried to focus on Jughead. He talked so passionately, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, and I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. I was no longer tired, simply mesmerised by the boy in front of me as the night stretched on around us. 

“What’s that look for?” He asked curiously, cutting himself off as he finally noticed my staring. I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from him.

“Nothing.” I said, trying to play it off. He smiled bemusedly.

“What were you looking at?” I paused, bringing my eyes back to his and smiling softly at him.

“You.” I whispered. He smiled, looking confused, but didn’t say anything. My breath caught in my throat as I realised how close we were to each other, now it was silent. His eyes flickered to my lips, and I could hear nothing but our breaths and my own heartbeat. Every concern I had previously had about loving him dissipated as he leaned forward. He hesitantly and softly moved his mouth to touch mine. I was in a sort of trance, my head spinning and my heart threatening to beat out of my ribcage. My lips moved very slightly against his, with my eyes closed. Our noses brushed against each other as we hovered with our lips slightly touching. It was barely a kiss, but it left me breathless. He left me breathless. 

He pulled away slightly, his breath faltering. 

“Was that… okay?” He whispered concernedly. His eyes met mine and I smiled.

“Definitely.” He smiled and pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping me up in his arms. He kissed me again and again. I couldn’t come to terms with the feeling of his lips on mine. He moved his head back to look me in the eye. There was a soft smile on his face as he studied me. He put his hand on the side of my head, as if to check I was real.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He breathed in amazement, shaking his head. I felt like crying. 

“Neither can I.” I whispered, and he pulled me into him again. His lips were on mine and his arms were around me.

Finally.


Just a bit of a fluff

Call Me

Baron Corbin/OC: You accidentally butt dial Baron while you’re masturbating in your hotel room after a show. He’s about to hang up when he hears you moan his name and he obviously can’t let you do it alone. Smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance

Oh, look. I wrote another request. I’ve been working on it forever. And I finally got it done. Which means now I get to work on my angsty Valentine’s Day fic. It’s lit.

Tagging my bbies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @fuckyeahbulletclub @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @bizclizbaybay @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @meaganottiz02 @karaboomhower @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d

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Bend Over My Lap A.I

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

warning: smut

word count: 1600+

summary: dominant!ashton - y/n cheats on ashton because she’s unsatisfied but he proves her wrong

requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon!! this is written by Hannah whoop whoop. Keep your eyes pealed for me and Hannah’s secret project, details will be coming in the near future so keep your snacks on the ready!

requests are not open! you can request as many times as you want :))

find Hannah here: @lukeasfuck

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“What do you mean?” Ashton asked me and I saw his face start to quiver. 

“I slept with another man.” I looked down, trying to avoid his burning gaze. 

“You slept with another man?” He repeated in disbelief and I nodded my head. I looked up and could see the hurt in his eyes before he broke eye contact and looked at the ground. His expression was grim before he turned around and stalked to the kitchen sink, dropping his fork into the sink of soapy water.

I could see his arms clench as he gripped onto the counter and he slumped his head down, making my heart drop. How could I do this to the man I love? Yes, I had been unhappy and unsatisfied, but that gave me no reason to do what I did. I had no excuses.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

PAIRINGS: Bucky Barnes x Reader
WARNINGS: depression tw, death tw, anxiety tw, general sadness, eventual happiness tho
LENGTH: 1,369 Words
A/N: I won’t lie, this fic is depressing, but if you wait until the end it gets really sappy and cute. I NEVER end my fics with sadness. Also italics are flashback moments. Also it’s based off of Dodie’s song “Sick of Losing Soulmates”.


“Everyone this is Y/N, she was originally trained by Nat when she was still working in with the KGB.” said Steve, motioning to you. 

For someone who had been trained since birth to be deadly, you weren’t the most intimidating person. Your time at the Red Room destroyed you from the inside out. Every connection you made was instantly broken. 

After the siege on the Red Room by Natasha and a few other Avengers, Nat thought the best way for you to recover was staying with the Avengers. She managed to get this through Tony by explaining that you were the best spy in the Red Room that Nat had ever seen.

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Different - Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader 

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Originally posted by divine-trash


Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.

The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.


There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.

Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.

“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.

The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.

The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.

The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.

“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”

“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”

“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.

“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.

“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.

“Klaus.. And you are?”

“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”


Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.

“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.

“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.

I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.

Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.


Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.

After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.

Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.

Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.  

“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.

“Hi.”

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.

“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.

“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”

She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”

I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.


The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.

I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.

I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.

A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.

“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.

“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”

“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.

“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”

I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.

“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”

Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”

I laughed with him before he changed the subject.

“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”

“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.

He smirked, “either one.”

I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.

Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.

“Come with me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.

Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.

“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.

“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.

“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”

“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”

“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.

Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.

“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.

I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.

“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”

I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.


For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.

It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’

I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.


Hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xx

Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.

this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…

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anonymous asked:

Can i request a Jaypark smut where you're in charge for the night and you overstimulate him (maybe some post-orgasm torture) and he's begging and a mess and y/n is darkskin plus sized girl? I love you're writing!

Retaliate(AMBW):

Eyeing Jay, you could feel yourself getting more upset as he stares at the girl in front of him. You were going to let it go until he licked his lips and that’s when you had enough. Letting his hand go you walked away from Jay and he snapped out of his trance calling your name but it was too late. You didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say anymore. Smirking wickedly as you flipped your hair back over your shoulder swinging your hips you made sure by your walk Jay knew what he did was wrong.

Sitting back at your house, you pondered over what to do to the male. Biting on your lip, you drummed your fingers against your leg humming softly. You loved Jay and there was no question in your mind that he loved you, he just had a habit of looking at everything with legs. Which was not a bad thing, you had caught yourself eye fucking the shit out of Simon for a week straight when Jay wasn’t there or he was busy and you were stuck with Simon, but when he was there your mind stayed focused on him. He struggled with that, yes you were over-weight but you weren’t some horrid creature. You were just curvy and yes you were black it shouldn’t be a surprise, that’s why he was drawn to you because you had what he wanted. But sometimes his mind wandered and for the first month of your relationship you argued about if he wanted you or not. It was so bad you almost broke about it so you agreed for his sake that you would be more confident in yourself. He didn’t always act so rash when it came to looking at other women but in your mind maybe it was time to spice things up a bit. Standing up, you walked towards your bedroom looking at your phone lighting up once again. With a soft laugh, you texted Jay the command to come over night giving him any other insight or explaining yourself because you knew he would be here.

Moving around your room you started to dress yourself slowly in favorite things you knew would make him loose his mind for. Getting out a black lace one piece outfit that had strings along your back keeping it out, you reached your hand down to tie it into a bow around your ass. Your breast stood proudly against the lace, your nipple piercings rubbing against the fabric gently. Shuddering you pulled up some thigh highs that were silk white with bowties on the middle of them. Grabbing at your favorite pair of red pumps you placed your makeup on slowly and sat in your black desk chair waiting for him.

Jay got to your house in under thirty minutes he had been worried and slightly annoyed with you for not returning his phone calls and he had a right mind to put you in your place. He unlocked your door with the keys you gave him, taking off his shoes and setting down his overnight bag because he wasn’t leaving again unless you two got into a horrible fight but he tried to think positive. Jay walked down the hallway slowly, wondering why there was nothing on because you were usually in the kitchen or front room. There was no smell of a cooked meal, and he had to admit he felt a bit empty. Jay saw the light peeking out from the bottom of your door as he advanced down the hallway, pushing it open his eyes met with yours as he took a wordless step back. He knew something was up and it was confirmed with how good you looked in that outfit that you rarely wore.

“What is this?” Jay asked coming inside after collecting himself. His eyes dashing over your plump thighs that he wanted around his waist, how he wanted to press his tongue against your breast. Hold you close and fuck you nice and hard until the bed was protesting from how he slammed into your brown voluptuous body.

“Come in.” You said softly beckoning him forward with a finger. Jay stepped in a bit closer. “Sit.” You pointed to the bed and Jay frowned but sat down nevertheless. Your eyes roaming over his defined figure, a black polo on his body and baggy jeans but fuck did he always look so good to you.

“How are you?” You asked teasing him playing with your nails crossing one leg over the other flicking your tongue across your bottom lip.

“I’m worried and wondering why you’re acting like this.” Jay sighed ruffling his hands through his long black locks. “Why did you leave like that Y/N? I was so embarrassed.” He groaned softly looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Well that makes two of us.” You cut in eyes glaring at him before you lifted your hands in the air taking deep breaths.

“Excuse me?” Jay asked sitting up straight looking at you as if you had slapped him.

“You heard me. I was really disappointed in you Jay. I thought to myself, damn not this again. My man is doing it again? But anything for a fat ass, right?” You asked laughing softly. Realization slowly etched onto his face as he crumpled and leaned forward trying to explain himself.

“Baby-“ You cut him off lifting a hand up and Jay could feel his cheeks heat up at how you were acting.

“Nope. No baby this and baby that. You do the same thing every time and you expect me to be okay with it. I had to look in the mirror and tell myself it wasn’t me. Because it’s not, and I would hope if you were bored with me then you’d know not to let the door hit your ass on the way out.” You said simply placing your hands down in your lap crossing them as your eyes roamed his figure.

“Of course you know I’m not bored! Or I wouldn’t be here!” Jay shouted and you nodded your head smirking.

“See, you’ll tell me whatever I want to hear just to keep me happy and get your dick wet huh?” You asked as your eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Alright fuck this I’m out if you want to act like that I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jay got up to leave and you waited for him to get to the door, anger washing over you as you tried to control it, taking one deep breath you called out his name.

“Park Jaebum. If you walk out that door you are never coming back, not tomorrow or next week. And I’m never going to find you either. You can start packing up all your shit if that’s the case because baby I don’t need you.” Getting up out of the chair, you pressed your hands down against the dresser pushing one leg back from the other. You knew he loved these games of push and pull, usually he was daddy for a good reason but tonight you wanted to change that. It was risky, and you didn’t know how it would go but seeing him freeze and turn around to look at you with pleading eyes that held a fire you knew you were doing good.

“What do you want me to do then Y/N? You’re basically calling me a liar and trying to say I don’t love you when I damn well know my heart.” Jay half raised his voice as his face turned red.

“You’ll do anything I say?” You asked arching your back a bit bouncing lightly on your heels back and forth, Jay couldn’t help how his eyes trailed down to your plump bottom that he wanted to smack, he was almost at a loss for words thinking about how it would be to have your ass bouncing back on his dick as you wrapped your silk like walls around him.

“Baby, my eyes are up here.” You teased him but pressed your breast together giving him a wild smile as your hair fell into your eyes. Jay was hooked, sighing he leaned against the door frame.

“Yeah, whatever you want I will do it.” He lifted his hands in defeat.

“Strip then.” You commanded. Jay looked at you, about to ask if you were serious but he saw the look on your face. Rolling his eyes, he stripped off his shirt throwing it onto the floor, his muscles and abs on display decorated by dark ink.

“Good boy. Pants next.” You nodded with your head and Jay rolled his eyes.

“Fuck that you’re not treating me like a child.” He said at the door way.

“Saying the man acting like a child. Either drop those pants or get out. I’m sure Simon would love to do it for me.” You hit below the belt and in the back of your mind fear screamed for you to shut up because if he left you would be a sobbing mess on the bed. Jay was livid beyond words, looking at you for a long hard time and he almost made you back down. But you remembered a few words is nothing compared to a few looks. Tilting your head, you looked in his eyes waiting for his move. Jay shook his head undoing his pants he dropped them down to the floor stepping out of them.

“On the bed, please sir.” You tried a different approach until you got him where you wanted him. Jay watched you before he slowly took his time to get on the bed, moving to lean his back against the headboard.

“Gotcha.” You thought as you moved towards him slowly, straddling his waist you cupped his cheeks softly looking in his eyes. Jay leaned into your touch but you saw the defiance there. Licking across his bottom lip you initiated a kiss between the two of you that was anything but slow and gently. His plump lips smacking against yours, his teeth clamping down on your bottom lip calling your submissive side out with his actions. Your hands tangled in his hair for a bit pulling on the strands as you kissed him back. After a while you rolled your hips down against his, creating a soft friction for the both of you. Your hands moved to grab at the handcuffs you placed under the bed. You lifted his left arm up, taking a somewhat deep breath against his lips you handcuffed his left arm to the headboard. Jay was caught off guard cursing giving you time to reach over to the other side and grab the other handcuff almost running out of time as you struggled to cuff him down. Rolling off him you watched as Jay looked at you with a death glare.

“Is this funny to you?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I’m all about being serious right now. I’m punishing you to deny you of the things you really want. Because I can’t break up with you I fucking love your dumb horny ass too much but if you don’t get it right this time then I will let you walk out that door and never come back.” You admitted as you walked to your desk grabbing a long white feather. Jay kept his mouth shut, though he was feeling angry he told himself that no matter what it was better than a breakup. “All the things I’m going to do to you.” You admitted sitting the feather down on the bed. You walked out of the room making your way to the kitchen grabbing your cup of ice from the freezer. Smirking you moved to turn the stove on low heating up food you had cooked for Jay much earlier in the day tricking him into thinking he had nothing because you were sure after this he would have an appetite and you may not have legs. Yours hands searched the fridge for your whip cream and a cherry popsicle that had ice cream on the inside of it. Making your way back to him you put everything down crawling on the bed between his legs. Spreading them open you pulled down his boxers until he was left in nothing, Grabbing the popsicle you unwrapped it looking at Jay.

“My baby isn’t hard yet so, we need to fix that.” You cooed out, licking on the frozen substance until it started to melt you placed it on his lower stomach close to the base of his dick. Jay bit harshly on his bottom lip jerking at the cuffs but you tried not to focus on what he was going through. Your hand grabbed at your feather, running it up and down his abs and over his nipples. You watched his body become littered in goosebumps soft reluctant moans falling from his hips as his head rolled back. Smirking you pressed the feather against his twitching member, rubbing the tip of the soft item against the opening of his dick head. Jay cursed jerking his hips and you enjoyed every moment of it, circling the feather around his tip as his member jumped. Your free hand grabbed at his balls and you played with him watching him moan and writhe against the bed.

“Does it feel good baby?” You asked him with a wicked smile, he growled at you, wanting to say more but you started to drag the feather up and down the underside of his dick near his sensitive spots and veins. The popsicle slowly melted on his skin, you leaned down to lick up some of the sticky substance letting your tongue lick around his base. Letting your hand go from his balls you gripped at the popsicle rubbing it up and down his shaft coating him with it before you let your tongue lean down to flick across his balls quickly. Wrapping your lips around them sucking on each one, gently nibbling on the sack as your tongue drug across it. Jay was bucking his hips up into nothing but air, the feather tickling him and making his back arch. You moved your mouth to lick under his dick attacking his personal sensitive special spot sucking on it. The feather went to his balls, Jay rolled his back as precum oozed from his tip. You licked your way up to the top licking him clean and nibbling on his head, wrapping your lips around him to give a few sucks before he was cursing out your name spilling his cum into your mouth. You were shocked at how easy he gave it, but greedily you lapped at the bitter sweet substance that painted your tongue.

Pulling back, you sucked a bit on the popsicle rubbing the rest of it up and down his chest until it was all smeared. You leaned forward to lick it off your tongue dancing across his skin that was still shuddering and trying to calm down. You moved the feather to tickle at his limp member getting it hard again. Reaching over for an ice cube, you rubbed it around his tip causing Jay to cry out in short pain, the freezing block of ice hurting a bit. You loved it so much, he shook his head no not wanting the stimulation but you kept it there until it was melted water. Leaning down you lapped at it licking the water from his tip. You gripped at another ice cube but pressed it into your mouth this time. Sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue you blew cool air onto Jay’s penis watching the member becoming even harder and red at the tip. Smirking you opened your mouth letting some of the water fall onto his shaft making a loud slurping noise. Jay groaned shuddering and watching you, his hair starting to fall into his eyes. You waited until the cool ice was gone, instantly leaning down you wrapped your cold lips around the hardened shaft. Bobbing your head up and down you worked yourself up to deepthroating him and letting him rest at the back of your throat for periods of time. Swallowing around his shaft and hollowing his cheeks. You took your mine with him, your tongue moving to lick from side to side under his dick, wrapping around it and licking across his tip. You loved how he cried out for you, how his hands fisted and he lightly pulled on the handcuffs. He was moaning your name louder, his chest rising and falling quickly, little beads of sweat collecting on his body and you were more than proud with what you were doing. Staring to make slurping noises on him you bobbed your head up and down faster, your cheeks hollowing out some so that you could create a tighter suction space for him. He was trying to not rut his hips but you encouraged him grabbing one of his hips to help him push up against your face. Gripping at an ice cube you placed it against the underside of his dick rubbing it down to his balls and back up, the spit from your lips dripping down to the base of his shaft, and against his balls. Jay’s head rolled back, mouth agape as he gave out another shuddering cry and came again, his hips snapping up against your face as he emptied his load.

“Baby please.” He stared in a cracked voice, his mouth falling open as you pulled back and cleaned him off for a second time. You shook your head getting of the bed going to get your vibratex from the closet. Pulling it up into the wall beside the bed, you let the setting rest on high, rubbing it up and down the underside of his dick. Jay cried out as his body became red, you knew it was probably hurting him because he never came so much back to back and it was going to get harder for him to do so.

“It hurts baby please, I’m sorry.” Jay begged but you weren’t listening. Climbing back on the bed you grabbed at the whip cream, shaking it up you popped the top off spraying some on his chest and on his thighs. Your tongue slowly flicking across his skin, marking your territory with your teeth as you bit down on parts of his body. Your mouth playing with his nipples. Leaning down you cleaned the white substance from his thighs pressing the vibrating head against his balls watching his feet plant into the bed as he lifted his hips. Your mouth planted wet kisses along his skin until you were breathing in his scent at his neck, sucking little hickeys on each side, finding his spots easily you played with them moaning against his ear to tease further.

You pulled back, looking down at an angry red shaft, you gripped him by the base of his dick pressing the vibrating head fully against his slit opening. He gritted his teeth you could see the pain from the overstimulation in his face. He wanted relief and to not cum again but you had plans for at least two more rounds. Letting his dick go, you grabbed at the feather rubbing it up and down his dick to tickle him. Your hand dropped the feather, gripping his large appendage with your hand you jerked him off quickly, letting the vibrator stay against his head. Jay couldn’t help but snap his hips up though he was hating this. He could feel his lower stomach tighten up and he tried to tell you in so many cluttered words to stop but you weren’t listening. Having too much fun and enjoying his pleas of cries for you to stop. You leaned down licking across his lower stomach biting on the skin and nibbling at his hips, you pulled back the vibrator from his tip watching as the cum spilled from his dick. You groaned softly leaning down to lick it up slowly, turning the vibrator off you stood up and started to undress yourself slowly. Jay shed a single tear, his body shaking as he took deep breaths and tried to steady himself.

You moved to take your clothes off piece by piece, until you were just left in your thigh highs moving to straddle him again. You placed his tip against your soaked folds, rubbing your wet slit, you mewled in pleasure rolling your head back, you were enjoying it too much to the point you were going to cum like that. Moving to lower yourself onto him, moving to grab the key from under the pillows you started to free him but it was a bad mistake. Jay flipped you over and he started to pound deep into you, his hands gripping onto your hips into a bruising manner.

“Fuck this shit hurts so bad, but I’m going to fuck the hell out of you I promise.” Jay growled, slapping his hips against yours. His mouth leaned down latching onto your nipples he sucked on the plump flesh, moving to grab at your ass cheeks slamming you down onto his shaft. His hips connected with yours he made sure that he didn’t break the contact with you. His dick brushing against your silk walls as you wrapped tightly around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he slammed deep into you. Your hips felt sore, your hands moving up to scratch down his biceps as he pressed against you. He leaned down connecting your lips, his tongue shoving into your mouth to create a heated frenzy. His hand moved to slide against your clit up and down the pink bud harshly. Your hips bucked up against his, little cries escaped your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching your body. Your hips rolled against his as he fucked against your spot, your body was becoming succumbed to the pleasure, your hands moved to scratch down his back, pulling him close to you as he pounded you into the bed.

“Jay-Jay!” You cried out shaking under him, as your orgasm ripped through yourself. You shook under him squeezing around his shaft as he milked you for everything you had. He buried his head in your neck, continuing to rut his hips against yours he spilled his cum inside of you, only a few thick ropes coming out due to how many times he had came. He rocked his hips slowly against yours before he fell on you. You smirked rubbing your hands up and down his back kissing on his jaw slowly. He rolled off you pulling you to his body.

“How do you feel?” You asked softly cupping his cheeks peppering him with kisses.

“Like if I cum again all that will come out is a white flag with the words bang on it.” He admitted with a soft chuckle and you covered your face shaking your head.

“Then we don’t have to do it for a while, I made you food.” You smiled drawing your fingers against his tattoos.

“Oh baby girl.” Jay said gripping at your chin making you look in his eyes. “You better hope that after I eat my body doesn’t feel replenished. Because I’m going to make sure that you’re crying when I’m done.”

consequences.

Originally posted by sosjimin

requested by @royalparkjimin

oh MY GOD please p.e. teacher!jimin where you don’t take his classes seriously and his dom side starts coming out when you wear yoga pants/booty shorts

genre: smut

a/n: lowkey tho, teacher!bts is kinda hot, only lowkey tho…, also sorry for not proofreading…

I had finally made it to senior year of high school which also meant, I could give less of a shit if I didn’t do well in P.E, it was all fun and games anyway. Although P.E was no fun at all, my teacher, Mr. Park, was one good looking guy but his voice bored me so much, he made the day seem longer and really did drag out his instructions.

“I would rather be doing maths right now.”, Sujin, my best friend whispered to me. “I know, same. This guy keeps going on about the same thing, I don’t even think he’s speaking the same language as us anymore.” “True, true. I think I’m just gonna skip the next class.” “I would but remember that time we skipped last year?”, I laughed. “Fine, but you’re making the choice to do this to yourself.”

I attended the next few classes without Sujin and tried my hardest to make it through each one; however each time I noticed myself drifting off or falling asleep. I just couldn’t take these classes seriously, not when he made the same damn points every time he taught us.


One day, I got called out by Mr. Park for not moving or interacting with the lesson and honestly it was the best thing that happened all year and it was almost the end of the second term. “___, you need to be paying more attention.” “Do I really though? This is just P.E.” “It’s not ‘just’ P.E, it is required by law that you exercise for at least one hour.” “That’s not my business, sir.” “You better start improving your attitude or there will be consequences.” “And what are those?” “You’ll see if you don’t change yourself.” Change myself? Consequences? Was he joking because he was seriously a funny guy for thinking I cared about his lessons.

“Did he seriously say you needed to take his classes more seriously?”, Jungkook, another one of my friends, asked me as I left the art classroom with him. “Yep, and he told me there would be consequences if I didn’t. What a funny guy.”, I joked. “Hey, maybe you should take him seriously. I heard his consequences are quite a lot.” “And where have you heard that?” “I dunno, but my friend who’s finished school already told me that Mr. Park is no joke when it comes to consequences. He made my friend do 300 push ups and like 100 chin ups.” “That’s brutal.”, I laughed. “Yeah, he’s hella strict with his punishments, you best be careful, ___.” “Thanks for the advice but I think I’ll pass.”


3pm and this class was finally over, I was slowly losing myself in school. I shook my body to wake it up some more before making my way to the dance practice room in school, I had my booty shorts on in preparation and my sports bra on underneath my shirt. I had turned ‘Pink Matter’ by Frank Ocean on and had started to choreograph a dance for one. The more I added to the dance the worse it got, something was missing but I couldn’t figure out what. Giving up I made my way over to my bag and got out my water bottle when the door opened and in walked Mr. Park.

“I told you to take the classes more seriously or else there would be consequences.”, he angrily told me as he moved to the stereo to shut off the music. “Did I not look convincing enough? I thought I was pretending to care quite well.”, I jokingly told him as I placed down the water bottle and turned the radio on with my remote. “Don’t mess around, this isn’t elementary school, you need to do P.E.” “Cool, now, I’m kinda tryna choreograph a piece, so umm, sir, you can leave now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, remember, consequences.” “Oh, can’t you wait for another day? I’m busy today.”, I seriously asked him with my arms crossed. “No, you need to receive your punishment.” “What are you gonna make me do? 300 push ups? 100 chin ups? Tell me so I can get back to this.” “No, I have a special punishment for you.” “What would that be?”, I chuckled as I closed the distance with hopes to intimidate him. “Those damn booty shorts, do you know what you do to me?”, he said as he aggressively grabbed my ass, taking me by surprise. “You wanna play at that game?”, I smirked back as I palmed his member through his sweatpants.

“This is supposed to be a punishment ___, don’t mess around.”, he growled. “And how is this gonna work?”, I asked before he pushed his lips onto mine and asserted his dominance. “Is that all you have, sir?”, I asked as I pulled away from his kiss. “It’s Jimin, just call me Jimin.”, he moaned as I put my hand down his sweatpants and started stroking his cock. “What are you gonna do Jimin?” “Don’t mess around and suck me off now.” Immediately I got down on my knees and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick cock. “Hurry up.” “Now, now, patience.”, I teased before I played with the tip of his cock with my tongue, I swirled it around and slowly wrapped my lips around his cock.

“You’re too slow.”, he groaned as he grabbed my hair and pushed me down his cock, making it hit the back of my throat. He bobbed my head up and down his cock and finally released me after I did it myself. Every now and then I would hold my head down and deep throat his cock before gasping for air. “You look so fucking hot”, he growled. After many moments of bobbing up and down his cock and teasing his tip, Jimin was begging for release. “Fuck, don’t stop, keep going. I’m so close.” and finally Jimin came into my mouth and partially on my hands that were wrapped around his cock.

“Shit, that was amazing. Best blowjob I’ve ever received.”, he chuckled. “Does this excuse me from giving a shit in P.E?”, I asked after I swallowed his load. “No, but after I eat you out you’re good to go but you ain’t gonna get out of our after school activities.”, he smirked before he reconnected his lips with mine.

Baby Blues - Jim Kirk

Prompt: can i request a pregnant reader x kirk? - anonymous. (yes, that’s literally the whole request)

Word count: 2,601 (GODDAMN WHAT THE HELL)

Warnings: language, pregnancy, FLUFF

A/N: so there was not much to go off of for this vague request and at first i was like “WHOO FREE REIGN” but then, after writing drafts for 3 entirely different stories, i realized it was so much harder than i thought. but it was interesting! this is super cute and went off the rails very easily but i sorta like it. i just love jim so much and i added enough bones to hold myself over (because he’s still my fav forever). forgive any typos, pls OK WELL ENJOY AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!


Leonard was hunched over his desk when you walked into his office, the door already wide open. His head was in his hands and his eyes focused on the PADD before him. The room smelled strongly of antiseptic. He didn’t look up as he spoke gruffly, “I’m off-duty.”

“Congratulations.”

He brought his eyes to meet yours at the sound of your voice. His scleras were reddened and the adjacent skin was darkened. His hair stuck up on all ends. As always, he was scowling. “What do you want?”

“I want a drink,” you said, pulling out the chair directly across from him. You fell into it and placed your feet atop his desk, ignoring his clicks of irritation. “But seeing as alcohol is prohibited in my current state, I’ll settle for a nice heart-to-heart with a friend.”

Heart-to-heart,” he snorted, rolling his hazel eyes with an especially sarcastic frown. “Why’d you really come, sweetheart?”

“Needed to get away from Jim.”

He nodded once and leaned back in his seat. “There we go. Did you tell him yet?”

“Nope,” you answered, popping the p. “I don’t plan on it, either.”

He cracked a smirk, the crooked smile causing an uneven creasing of his skin. He looked to be more awake now than when you first walked in. “Are you waitin’ for the baby to tell him?”

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Pool Day (Harry Styles x Reader)

Request: Pool day with Harry please

A/N: This is my first Harry imagine! I hope you guys like this and enjoy it as well! Feedbacks are appreciated, I also open for criticism! It’s the only way I can improve my writing! So have fun! xoxo

Word count: 1,306


“Finally.” I sighed I took place on my deck chair. The moment I sat down and leaned back, I instantly began to relax. The sun was shining very bright today, which was typical for L.A. and I enjoyed its warmth on my half naked body. It left a comfortable feeling on my skin. After a long time, I could finally relax and calm down for a while. The last months had been very tough though.

I had to struggle with college and work, at the same time I tried to keep balance between my private life and the spotlight. Dating a celebrity was definitely not easy. I knew that before I started to date Harry Styles. He told that we didn’t have to make our relationship official to the public, however I wanted him to. I wanted everybody to know that Harry Styles was taken, so nobody could hit on him anymore. He was mine, only mine and he always would be. I wouldn’t share him with another females.

Also our relationship suffered under the pressure of Harry’s comeback. He almost spent his whole day by giving interviews or promoting his new album. The lack of his presence made me very lonely. We were only able to communicate by sending text messages or having a phone call for five to ten minutes. Not that I wasn’t happy for him, no, I was very proud of him. “Sign of the times” was a great success in many countries and made its way up to 1st place in the charts. How could not I be proud of my boyfriend? I just missed him during that time. Some nights, I really needed his comfort because college was getting on my nerves and sleeping in his arms was the only thing that would lull me to sleep.

Luckily, the times of loneliness were over. Harry had time for me now and we decided to have a pool day outside his huge villa.

“You look damn hot in that bikini.” Someone whispered in my ear, making my whole body flinch. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the green orbs of my handsome boyfriend. He had a cheeky smile on his lips, which made me smile as well.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” I commented.  My eyes wandered down his whole body and I bit on my lip. I know the entire world is aware of how sexy Harry is, but I want to repeat that Harry fucking Styles looked extremely appetizing and handsome, especially the way he was standing in front of me.

He wore some tight swimming trunks that outlined the shape of his thighs and bum. And not to mention his very muscular and well-built chest.  Simply heavenly!  I could really consider myself as lucky. Out of millions of girls in this entire world, I was the only one who could gain Harry Styles’ attention. I still had no idea how, but nevertheless I was happy to be the only girl by his side.

“Easy there, darling. You’re practically devouring me with your eyes.” Harry remarked. I immediately tore my gaze away from him, feeling my cheeks getting slightly red.

“Sorry.” I murmured. Harry only laughed about it, giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Turn around, love.” He told me, grabbing the sun cream bottle and putting some lotion in his hands. Then, he began to rub the lotion on my exposed back, massaging it up to my shoulders and arms. I closed my eyes and enjoyed how his hands did their wonders.  

“I really missed this. “ I said. There was no chasing by paparazzi, no problems, no stress. Only me and Harry.  We could finally hang out without being disturbed by fans, and stupid photographers or Harry’s manager.  

“Me too. I missed being with you. You have no idea how much I missed us.” Harry said, after he finished sun creaming my back. He leaned forward, so I could feel his lips slightly touching my neck. The feeling of his soft lips on my tender skin left tingles behind in my belly. Only he would make me feel this way. I couldn’t describe my feelings for this young man. I just love him so much.

“I promise,” He whispered into my ear. “From now on, we’ll be spending much time together, like we used to do. We need to catch up after all.”

“Sounds fine to me.” I sighed. As Harry pulled back, a disappointed sound left escaped my lips.

“I’m going to swim a few rounds.” He said. “Care to join me?” I shook my head.

“I want to relax for a while.”

Harry pouted but nodded, took a start-up and run to the pool where he jumped into. I leaned back on my comfy deck chair. My eye s followed every move that Harry made. How he would swim six tracks and how he would dive into the water. I was mesmerized by his beauty. Not only that, Harry was such an amazing person with a wonderful heart. It bothered me how the media tried to destroy his reputation by spreading awful rumors about him. People once described him as a womanizer which was completely bullshit. Harry’s not the person who would treat women like trash, no he respected them with his whole heart. The media showed him the way they wanted him to be. Nobody would know the real Harry except for me, his family and closest friends.

I still do not understand how people would think badly about him. I mean just look at him and tell me that he’s the most innocent, gentle and kind person you have ever seen.

“Come on, love!” Harry shouted after a few minutes. “I’m getting bored without you. Swimming makes no fun when you’re not here!”

“I don’t want to now! Just let me relax!”

“Babe!” You could see that he was slightly frustrated about me not joining him yet.

“Give me a few more moments!”

I heard how he climbed out of the pool and how his footsteps came closer to me. Suddenly, his strong tattooed arms were wrapped around my body and I was lifted up, being pressed against his hard chest. A surprised scream left my mouth even though I should have seen this coming. “You’ve relaxed a lot!” Harry growled.

I tried to wiggle out of his grip however I couldn’t escape. Harry carried me closer to the pool and stopped at the edge of the basin. “Harry!” My voice trembled. “Let me down!” He only shook his head, looking mischievously into my eyes. His lips curled up to a cheeky grin.

“Harry, I swear if you-“

“One!” Harry started to count. I punched him slightly on his chest, hoping he would let me down. But he didn’t. “Harry no!”

He offered me a laugh. “Two!”

“Harry, you wouldn’t dare!”

“And three!”  I took a deep breath before Harry jumped into the pool with me in his arms. Cool water surrounded our bodies and I shuddered as my skin made contact with it. Soft lips were pressed against mine and Harry stole a kiss from my lips under the water. He also grabbed me on my hips and pushed me towards him, holding me tightly. He smiled into our kiss. As the lack of air threatened to leave our lungs, we swam back to the surface.  Even though I was lightly mad I couldn’t help but smile to his sweet intention.

“You’re an idiot, Harry Styles.” I laughed, boxing him slightly on his right arm.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot, darling.” He said, and kissed me again.

We spent the whole sunny day with swimming and splashing water towards each other, laughing and having fun. Days like this, where we were care-free and happy, were definitely my favorites.

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genre: kinda cute and there’s making out so!

a/n: HI long time no write i apologize lmao i’ve been on break so i wanted to take some time to myself but here’s a little drabble that goes with my boxer!jimin au “into you” go read it if you want :) sorry for any mistakes i”m tired lol anyway you can leave requests! let me know if you like this x 

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Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 4)

A little earlier than expected! As I’ll probably be busy on Friday and didn’t want to keep you waiting for long…:)

Chapter 4 – They All Come Rushing Back

Broch Mordha, 14 years and 9 months ago

“Are ye ill, mo ghraidh?” Jamie asked, his brow furrowing in concern. They were in her small cottage, eating bowls of fragrant pasta that Jamie had cooked for them. “Ye are verra quiet this evening.”

“No.” She gave him a weak smile and drank profusely from her glass of water. “I’m alright.”

“Something amiss, then?” He insisted, searching her eyes with his as to force her to make eye contact with him. “I can see something is troubling ye.”

“Fine. Just tired.” Claire replied shortly, playing with small bits of garlic with her fork. “Long day in the clinic.”

“No, ye’re not.” Jamie said and she noticed the tension on his face. “I’ve seen you tired to the point of falling asleep on your feet during that gastroenteritis outbreak last month – and ye were never like this.” He touched her hand and winced as she slowly retreated from his grasp. “I’ll respect your desire of not telling me – but please, dinna pretend everything is fine.”

Claire exhaled and slowly raised her eyes, meeting his – anger, sadness and confusion shone in her whiskey coloured iris.

“If you want to know,” She said with some asperity. “Laoghaire came to see me today. She had plenty to tell me.”

“Och, aye?” Jamie nodded, expectant. “What did she tell ye, then?”

“That you have been fooling me since we met.” Claire said in a hoarse voice, clenching her hands together near her plate. “That our relationship is nothing but a dalliance to you – something to entertain you during the summer, until I go back to Edinburgh and you take up with her - again.”

Jamie’s mouth was slightly ajar, as the small blue vein on his temple throbbed furiously.

“The lass must have lost her wits!” He grumbled, pushing away his own food, having obviously lost his usually insatiable appetite. “I knew she was a little soft for me – for helping her with the brute that is her father, I guess – but this is ridiculous!”

“Is it, Jamie?” Claire blatantly looked away. “Can you honestly say she means nothing to you – and that I’m not just…a distraction in a boring summer in the village?”

“How can ye even ask me that?!” Jamie roared, his fists closing. His blue eyes were blazing and his entire body pulsed with rage. “Are you suggesting I’m playing you false?”

“You didn’t answer the question, Jamie.” Claire hissed, her cheeks blushing with fury and her curls curling madly around her face. “Avoiding simple questions usually means there is something to hide.”

“Must I tell you with words what I have been answering you with actions from the day we met?” He clenched his teeth. “Must I tell you that – no! – I haven’t been fuckin’ Laoghaire behind yer back?”

“She knew an awful lot about you.” Claire raised from the table and started to throw dishes into the sink. “She knew you have a small scar on the inside of your thigh – I’ve barely seen it myself, only noticed it when we went to the lake.”

“Probably the exact same reason why she knows it too.” Jamie rubbed his knuckles against his forehead in despair. “Not because she has been in my bed!”

“Laoghaire loves you, you know.” Claire clashed her hands against the kitchen counter, speaking in a broken tone – hurt and afraid. “She has known you all your life. She is the type of girl everyone here expected you to marry – I’m aware of what they say about me. Foreign. Outlander.”

“Stop this madness, Claire!” Jamie almost yelled, coming to stand next to her. She could feel the urge that moved him, the intensity of his eyes fixing her. “I love you, mo nighean donn. Your words of distrust wound me more than your wee scalpel could. Do ye not know that I have but one heart – and ye are the sole master of it?”  

“I can’t bear the thought of you touching her!” Claire shouted, her hands grabbing her own hair. “I can’t bear the way she said you name in front of me! If you must leave me – do it now. Before there’s not enough of me to live when you’re gone.”

Jamie was breathing fast and came to stand behind her – his palms next to her waist, but not quite touching her.

“You’re killing me, Claire.” He almost sobbed in a husky voice. “You are the breath of me, the spark of my body. Away from you I have no air – no heart, no life. Maybe there was a time when I could be with Laoghaire…” He bent his head and pressed his forehead in the hollow between her shoulder blades. “But now there is no turning back. Ye have marked me and made me yours, mo chridhe. And I shall remain so for the rest of my days, whether when I’m inside ye, in the brink of touching ye or a thousand miles away.”

“Jamie…” Claire whispered, her body relaxing against his. “I’m scared. I’ve never been so happy in my life – and so afraid.”

“Tell me.” He pulled her closer, gluing their bodies together. “Tell me all your heart – as I’ve told you my soul.”

“I want you so much.” She turned inside his arms and hugged him by the waist, their lips almost touching. “Will you have me?”

She could feel his heart beating under the palm of her hand, rushing – not from anger any longer, but from anticipation. From tenderness. From desire.

“Are you sure?” He kissed her palm and then her temple. As an answer, her hands came up to take off her blouse.

Their lovemaking was slow and tactful – after being so honest with each other, they felt vulnerable and exposed. Sometimes one of them would be a little rough, just enough to seal their claim on each other – just enough to find that ultimate redoubt where they have been hiding. It was not a battle for dominion or possession – they had established their peaceful surrender to each other – but a fight to merge together until no doubt could be raised, ever again.

“Will you come with me to Edinburgh?” Claire asked in the darkest hours of the night, when they laid together, sated and tranquil. “I know it’s too much to ask.” She was caressing the soft hairs of his stomach, a roadmap to the secrets ahead.

Jamie moved slowly, reaching for his jeans that laid forgotten on the floor. From his back pocket he withdrew an envelope, which he presented to Claire.

“What is this?” She nuzzled his hand.

“My request for a transfer from Glasgow University to Edinburgh’s.” Jamie’s eyes were intent and limpid. “I shall be where you are, Claire. I canna leave you.”

They kissed, passionate and hungry, their tongues seeking each other to celebrate their pact. And when Claire finally laid her head on his chest, slept lulled by his heart calling only for her.

****

Edinburgh, Present day

At the sight of Joe walking out of the sliding doors that led to the OR area, crumpling his blue surgical cap on his hands, Claire jumped from the chair where she had been sitting for the last couple of hours.  

“How did it go?” She asked impatiently, searching his eyes for tell-tale signs of an unfavourable outcome, and slightly relaxing when she saw the good-humoured wrinkles around his golden brown eyes.

“It went smoothly, LJ.” Joe smiled. “Your man is strong as a bull. He’ll pull through, I’m sure. The orthopaedics team is still in there working on his hand.”

“He is not my man.” Claire grumbled as she awkwardly hugged Joe, silently thanking him for taking care of Jamie. Joe was a trusted friend and had been an irreplaceable support over the last few years - his agreement to accompany her to Edinburgh and to integrate her team had been decisive in her acceptance of the proposal to return to Scotland. “I should be there when he wakes up from the anaesthesia.”

Joe offered her a knowing look, with a hint of reproach.

“You should take care of yourself, doll.” He shook his head and raised his sketchy eyebrows. “Go home and take a shower. Clear your head away from here - and think exactly what the hell are you going to say to him afterwards. Not that I wouldn’t agree with you punching him, but that spleen was hard work.”

“We have said plenty already, Joe.” She sighed. “I’m not expecting – not sure I even want to – anything to happen. We will fix him and send him back to the life he chose.”

“For a man that broke your heart,” He brushed her jaw in a tender gesture. “He cares an awful lot about you too. Kept asking about your life right until he dozed off from the drugs. Seemed afraid that you had someone…special.”

“The bloody gall of the man!” Claire growled, outraged. “I could be shagging the entire Scotland Rugby Team and he still wouldn’t have any right to say a word about it!”

“The entire team?” Joe snorted. “You are one lively brod LJ, but not sure even you could handle it – besides, you’d never see the inside of an OR. Not really time to do anything else.”

“Oh, shut up!” Claire jokingly pushed him with her elbow. “You are missing my point.”

“No.” He stopped and grabbed her by the shoulders, suddenly serious. “You are missing mine. You are my friend, LJ. A lovely woman – only second to Gail - and one hell of a surgeon. But I still remember you from when we met, those odd years ago – how you smiled so often and how joy seemed to follow you everywhere you’d go. If you have the chance…can you do something to find that girl again?”

****

The closet door in her bedroom hung open like the entry to a mysterious cave, where jumpers and jeans plotted together in her absence. For the first time in a long time she felt the pull of it – the box religiously kept behind her rarely used summer hats and beach towels, ever present yet distant from her everyday thoughts.

With her hair still dripping from the shower, she walked to the shelf and stood there, breathing deeply, trying to gather her courage – she could still recall its contents with her mind’s eye, as clearly as the day she had put them there to rest. Biting her lip in reluctant decision, she stood on tiptoe to get the box down and sat on the floor with her legs crossed.

Once she took the lid off, the smell of old paper and dried flowers floated to her nostrils, as if she had managed to successfully bottle the aroma of her happy days. God, sometimes she could almost doubt she had been so happy – if not for the undeniable photographs of them together, smiles that reached their eyes and joined hands; if not for the nagging pain that lived in the back of her mind, ever-present, all-consuming.

Inside the box were plenty of photographs – the older ones from their first summer together in Broch Mordha, Lallybroch and the Highlands. Pictures of them together laughing, eating pizza snuggled on the couch, kissing in bed. Images of her, which he had captured when she was unaware, smiling above her shoulder to him or peacefully asleep on the curve of his arm. A couple of Jamie, standing by the lake with his hair moist and a huge grin on his beautiful lips.  A succession of small sized instant photos of them together in a shady photo booth in Edinburgh on their anniversary, her sitting on his lap, complete with an array of hilarious faces. There were letters there too – Claire saw Jamie’s crocked handwriting and her old stationery. No point in reading them, though – she knew each one by heart, the written words imprinted in some secret part of her that never agreed to let him go.

And finally she saw it – amongst all those broken pieces that fitted together to create a perfect image of them - what she had been looking for all along. A sob caught in her throat as she reached inside and closed her fist around it – and for the first time in almost ten years, Claire held her wedding ring on the palm of her hand.