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Play Me // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Daddy Kink, Oral (both), Spanking, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, and Swearing.

Word Count: 4,915

Song: Despacito by Luis Fonsi Ft. Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber

A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖

In case you haven’t seen the video or you want to watch it again on loop if you’re like me. 

Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.

His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.

It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.

His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.

“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”

Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”

“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”

Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.

“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”

Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.

“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”

“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.

Fine then, two can play at this game.

“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”

“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”

I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.

“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”

“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.

Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.

I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.

Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.

I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.

“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.

“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”

“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”

“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”

“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.

It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.

“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”

“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”

Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.

I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.

“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”

“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.

“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”

“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.

“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.

This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.

With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”

“P-Please.” I begged.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”

“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”

“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”

“Then, play me.”

The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.

I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.

“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”

He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.

Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.

I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.

His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.

This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.

“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.

“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.

“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”

I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.

Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily​ pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.

“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”

I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.

“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.

Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.

“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.

“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”

“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”

“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”

Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.

“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”

“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.

“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”

Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.

“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.

“I’m in charge now.”

Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.

My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.

One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.

Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.

“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”

I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.

His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.

When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.

“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”

“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”

That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.

“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.

The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.

“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.

“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.

“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.

“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”

“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”


Originally posted by jeonify

GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 

Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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You’re Kidding // Spencer Reid x Reader

Request Prompt:  Where the reader is pregnant with Reid’s baby but she doesn’t know how to tell him and then she accidentally lets it slip and it’s magical 😊

Requested by: Anonymous

You paced back and forth that morning, your bare feet finding comfort in the soft carpet underneath your toes. You kept looking at it, staring at it. It was there. It wasn’t going away. And neither were the previous other two that looked exactly like the one in your hand.

“You’re kidding, right?” you asked to no one in particular. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t even think, much less fully process what was happening at the moment.

“Holy fuck,” you finally breathed out as you stared at the pink plus sign. “This is happening.”

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It All Comes Down To You (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x reader / Avengers x reader Two Part Series - Part 1 Part 2

When the love of your life suddenly dies in your arms, you don’t think of having children anytime soon. But in your case, the universe (or rather your uterus) decided for you. [~3400 words]

warnings: S A D N E S S, angst, major character death, mentions of blood and violence, pregnancy, language, friendship-fluff (platonic fluff maybe? idk)

A/N: I guess my hiatus is over then (if anyone even noticed it haha). enjoy, though! feedback is always appreciated

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

“BUCKY!” As fast as your legs would carry you, you ran towards where you had heard the gunshots. You didn’t care that you could be hit by a bullet as well, your eyes were solely on him.

Ignoring the shouts and orders coming through the intercom, you knelt next to him. Instantly, your hands pressed down on the wound as hard as possible. “It’s gonna be fine,” you said but Bucky’s eyes were already closed.

“You listening to me, love?” There was no answer. “Bucky?!” The panic was evident in your voice. Seemingly startled, his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

“Y/N.” Bucky forced a smile for you but he couldn’t fight off the drowsiness and how foggy everything suddenly felt. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

You shook your head furiously, partly to shake off the tears that clouded your vision and partly because you needed him to know that you would never, ever forget him. “I love you, too. So much.”

“Y/N?” This time, it was Clint who called your name through the intercom. “Where are you?”

“Bucky is down. He got hit.”

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Words: 3941

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genres: Angst/fluff

AO3 version

Summary: Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?

The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.

Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.  

There he was.

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people villianizing yousef for talking to noora in the last clip……you, along with sana, dont have any idea what they were talking about, for all you know he was gushing about sana smh chill

A thousand apologies

This is my first ever malec fic, and it’s set right after 2x12. Hope you enjoy!


Alec was standing in a clave meeting, unable to focus. His arms were crossed and he had an agitated look on his face, his jaw more tense than usual. He’d forgotten what the meeting was even about. Something along the lines of Valentines escape and a half-hearted “thank you for taking care of Azazel” directed at him. None of that really mattered right now.

When the meeting finally was over, Alec excused himself off to his bedroom. It felt awfully quiet at the institute. Just thinking about everything that has went down in just a matter of a few days, made Alec walk restlessly back and forth in his room. He kept checking his phone, but even the phone was dead silent. He wasn’t sure whether or not to worry about that.

After leaving Magnus’ loft earlier that afternoon, he’d felt devastated and full of guilt. When he’d asked Magnus desperately what he could do to fix things, he got no respond. That’s when his heart shattered, because he knew there was nothing he could do to fix the damage that had been done to him. Alec felt disgusted and full of shame for not being able to recognize his own boyfriend in the shape of a ruthless killer. It didn’t make it any better that Magnus couldn’t even look him in the eyes afterwards. Seeing Magnus sitting with his head hanging low made Alec realize how small and vulnerable he looked. All Alec wanted to do was to reach out to his beloved and hold him tight, tell him again and again how sorry he was, but he didn’t dare to touch him in fear of being rejected. Instead, they sat in silence for a while before Magnus had asked for some time alone.

Alec got no more messages that night, nor any phone calls. All he could do, was wait. That night felt particularly long and lonesome. And little did the young shadowhunter know that not far from the institute, across the street, was a particularly devastated warlock crying away the hours of the night.

The first thing Alec did when he woke up the next morning was to check for any new messages. To his disappointment, the display showed no new missed calls or messages. He was tempted to dial Magnus’ number just to hear his voice, but decided it was best if he didn’t.

Alec spent all morning in the training area, kicking and hitting away at the punching bag, until he got tired off all the concerned looks from everyone at the institute and hid in his room. His stomach was twisting and he felt a sudden urge to throw up. He decided to take a long shower in hope to get his mind off of all the horrible thoughts that was swirling around in his head.

It was late in the afternoon, and still no sign from Magnus. Alec was getting more worried as time went by, but tried to tell himself that Magnus needed the time alone. The thought didn’t calm him down though.

Around 6 pm, Alec was getting way too restless to sit still up in his room, so he decided to head out to get some fresh air. As he walked past Jace and the others, he caught them mentioning Magnus’ name, so he stopped and turned around.

“What are you guys talking about?” Alec asked expressionless with his arms crossed over his chest. Jace, Clary and Izzy turned silent as they exchanged looks. Alec raised an eyebrow and stared at each of them. Finally, Jace took a deep breath and looked over at his parabatai.

“Apparently, there’s been more absurd demon attacks.” Jace said slowly before looking back at Clary and Izzy. Alec remained expressionless as he waited for the rest of the explanation.

“We’re thinking there might be more greater demons on the lookout for the mortal cup.” Clary continued. Still no respond from Alec. Jace got a nervous look in his eyes as he swallowed hard and looked back at Alec.

“We were just talking about… We might need someone to help us with this.” Jace said carefully. Alec knew exactly who they meant by this “someone” and felt anger building up inside.

“And you were thinking about asking Magnus…” Alec said with annoyance in his voice, his eyes glowing with dismay. The other three exchanged looks again before staring back at Alec.

“Alec, we-“ Izzy began to say, but Alec didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he lifted his hand as a sign for her to stop.

“Unbelievable!” He was shouting now, not caring about who would hear him. The others looked at him with wide eyes. Jace tried to reach for Alec’s arm, but he only shook it off.

“No! I can’t believe you’re seriously thinking about asking Magnus for help after everything he’s been through, and after everything he’s already done for us!” Alec shouted furiously before he turned around and started walking towards the exit.

“Alec, wait! Come back!” He heard them shout after him, but he’s had enough. Tears was forcing its way to the surface as he started to run in the direction of Magnus’ loft.

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Pr  1  2 /// Masterlist

Sorry for the two-week delay! This post should explain what happened.

Originally posted by rebel-bee

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Series/Fluff/ANGST/smUT/College AU

Warnings: Cursing/minor sexual content/like it’s barely there/it’s just at the end and it isn’t bad so please read it/it has importance to it 

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I might be one of the only people in the Kubo fandom who firmly believes that Sariatu never dressed like her sisters, but rather that before her betrayal, they dressed like her. Long flowing robes, layers and layers, lots of silk that spun around them as they flew. Slightly more subdued colors, of course, but still all the splendor expected of the children of the Moon. I like the idea of all three of them, lovely and cold in their ridiculous robes and flat white masks, looking more like actors then fighters until they had you at swordpoint. 

Plus, it means the Sisters’ fashion choices for the last twelve years are essentially an angry proto-goth rejection of everything they once admired about her, the grace and softness and deadly beauty. Their anger and mourning might be subtle, but it’s there all the same, and just like all teenagers they’re communicating it through dark clothing and lots of rarely repressed rage. 99/1 they’re wearing black eyeliner under those masks too. 

Retail revenge

This story happened several years ago when I worked in a small town 2-man hardware store.

One of the services we offered that you can’t get at the big city box stores is window repair.  Basically, you could bring in your sash with a broken pane and we’d replace any broken parts and the glass. Total cost was the price of the glass plus $3 labor… we certainly weren’t getting rich off of the deal but that type of service kept our customers happy and coming back.

One day a man who only shopped with us once or twice a year brought in a small aluminum framed window off of his storm door which had a broken glass and corner clip busted. I put his name on some masking tape and stuck it on the broken glass, told him how much it would be (I don’t remember exactly but it was around $8.50), told him it would be ready the next day, and then set it on the work counter to fix when we weren’t busy with customers.

About 2 weeks later he shows up for the window. I go to the back to get it, put it on the work counter, and go back to the cash register to ring it up for the total I quoted earlier. All of the sudden he starts throwing a fit saying that’s way to much for a piece of glass. I explained how it’s $3 labor plus the price of the glass. He then goes into a tirade about how the big box center in the city 20 miles away sells glass for a lot less and I should drop my price to meet theirs. Now I knew my competition and I knew for a fact 1) our glass was cheaper, 2) they don’t cut the glass, and 3) they would never go to the trouble to repair the window, let alone do it for $3.

I stand my ground with him and tell him it’s $8.50. Oh hell no, he’s having nothing to do with that. He wants it cheaper. Finally, I figure shit, I have lost nothing if he never came back so I walked the few steps back to the work counter, grab a hammer, and smash the glass with 5 or 6 good blows right in front of him. The glass covered the work counter which was no big deal to me, it happens all the time. I will never forget the look on his face when I handed him his frame and tell him, “no charge.”

He just stood there looking at me in disbelief. I thanked him for the opportunity to earn his business and told him, “You’re just going to have to go to that big box store to get it fixed now. They’ll save you lots of money.”

SLBP + Dancing (Western Style)

Now with bonus side characters - gifs to come when my computer isn’t being horrible


West Coast Swing

Making something incredibly complex look breezy, effortless, and fun? Check. Hideyoshi, in contrast to poor Inuchiyo is a great dancer and a better lead – he’ll talk you through what to do and when, but still surprise you with a sudden throw or flip just because he secretly likes when he can fluster you. Aside from those moments, it’s all about making sure his partner has fun, feels light as air, and leaves the dancefloor with a smile. The one downside is that this makes him an incredibly popular partner, and he’s not the best at saying no.


Virginia Reel/Square-Dancing

Toshiie can’t dance, okay. No way. He would try and learn for you, and it would be such a hilarious disaster that you’d both get kicked out of leave lessons laughing hysterically (well you would be laughing hysterically, he’d be an embarrassed grumpy sourpuss about it until your laughter catches on). Boy can’t even manage a passable waltz for you, which, that’s okay, because you love him and he tries. BUT he can probably manage to square dance, because he is given extremely clear instructions on what to do and when to do it. He refuses to have anyone else be his partner, though. Probably ends up picking you up more than is actually called for, because you can’t reach otherwise.

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anonymous asked:

saeyoung x mc sexxytimes hcs ;)

This is probably going to be shorter than you were wanting (〃 ̄ω ̄〃)ゞ I don’t think of sex with him much

- He’d want to have sex as soon as he felt that the two of you were going to be together for a while. He wouldn’t want to do it within the first month or so. He wants to be sure,a nd for you to be sure

- (Probably a lot to do with his religious views, but he seems like a very lax catholic?)

- When the two of you do have sex- It’s slow and very loving. Just taking time to appreciate every inch of your body, to appreciate exactly how you feel when he goes in deep, when he buries himself to the hilt, when he can’t stop his hips from moving towards the end

- He doesn’t want to introduce anything kinky or just for fun yet. He wants to make it clear he loves every bit of you.

- Mostly, he focuses on always getting you off, never just on his pleasure. 

- But, finally, after you guys having sex like this for a while, he would move on to the ‘just for fun’ sex if you prompted it

- Then he’d be spewing all sorts of ridiculous ideas just to make you laugh, or very smutty things to make you blush and let out that cute low moan he loves

- I def think he’s into:

  • Crossdressing
  • Bjs at his desk
  • Pegging
  • Roleplaying
  • Dirty talk
  • Orgasm denial
  • Onaholes
  • Vibrators
  • A bit of foodplay
  • Car sex
  • Car bjs while driving down a very deserted road
  • face sitting
  • face fucking

- Just off the top of my head, I’m sure theres a few others he’d be into that I can’t think of at the moment.

- He would def want to fuck you on the floor at least once, and against the wall

- He wants to have one of those sudden ‘In the throws of passion’ moments with you. Where the two of you are just so horny for each other that you can’t move it to anywhere else, it has to be there and now 

- But at the end of every session, no matter how exhausting it was or how sweaty the both of you are, he’s snuggling into you and has a grip like a vice

- He will cuddle you to death if you allow him

- But… He does say sweet things, no matter what kind of sex the two of you have. He just loves you so much, and wants you to know it.

Hetalia phobia Headcanons

So I was talking with my sibling about Hetalia and we both began to speak about what it might be like if it were a bit more serious. As we spoke, I brought up a few Headcanons that I had when it came to some of the Nations worst fears and phobias. My sibling though they were rather interesting. So I decided to share them. I’ve always thought that Nations would have phobias based on their pasts and tradition. So I did some research and put together a list of some countries phobias. I don’t have EVERY country of course, but I do have a few.

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doctorwhom456  asked:

So glad your ask is open! Is there any disease that could have someone coughing up blood and kill them within a few days? The timeframe of my story is short, so tuberculosis with its long incubation period wouldn't work. And the character isn't injured in any way, it's an attempt of biological warfare. Thanks!

Note: I initially missed the “biological warfare” portion of this ask. 

Hmmmm. So hemoptysis – bloody sputum – is a symptom of a few things. 

One of those is arteriovenous malformation (AVM) of vasculature in the pulmonary system. If that’s the cause, and the AVM is a symptom ob a bigger vascular problem, they could cause a fairly sudden death. I wouldn’t throw the book across the room if that’s explained in the story. 

The major causes of hemoptysis I’m aware of are pulmonary edema – blood flow backing up into the pulmonary vasculature until it floods the lungs – and tuberculosis, which is legendary for it. 

Perhaps your character had a heart attack, and they can’t clear their pulmonary vasculature, and they die fairly quickly of it. However, this would come with other unwanted side effects. A pulmonary artery aneurysm is possible but honestly fairly unlikely, because the pulmonary arteries are low-pressure systems. 

One other cause: it’s really rare, but an aneurysm of the aorta can cause a fistula with the tracheobrochial tree (the physical space in which air passes), causing blood to enter the airway, and this could be rapidly fatal. 

My issue in general with the bloody cough trope is that it’s… kind of misguided. Sure, it’s visually dramatic and so forth, but, if I’m honest, basing a disease around one symptom is backwards. Bloody cough is what you want. What you seem to need is a rapidly fatal disease to give your character. 

NOW THAT I’VE REREAD THE QUESTION LIKE A NOT-MORON, let me take this down the biowarfare tack. (I’m leaving what I’d already written because other people might have questions about bloody coughs.) 

Biowarfare is interesting, and I honestly don’t know too much about it. Fortunately, in modern times it hasn’t been used much; chemwar is much more common and much easier to control and target. 

Biowar weapons typically include difficult-to-kill viruses (such as ebola) or bacteria (like anthrax). 

However, if you’re willing to make up a disease, you could realistically have a genetically engineered virus that attacks the lining of the lungs and airways, and they basically have bloody asthma to death. You’d get a fever, wheezing, swelling in the airways, cough, then bloody cough, then death. Your evil bioweapon-maker characters could probably, in fact, modify a version of [RSV – Respiratory Syncytial Virus] – to suit their evil plans. (They’d have to modify it so that it’s extremely aggressive and also doesn’t “look” like RSV to the immune system; adults are typically immune to RSV as we know it, but kids under 2 can have really bad cases of it. In fact, maybe this disease is special-built to target children…) eRSV (for Engineered) as a name, perhaps? 

Sorry I don’t have anything realistic off-hand to give you as a bioweapon, but in all honesty, I feel a lot safer knowing that, too :) 

Hope this helped! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Date Drug

Prompt: You’re in no way a party girl, but being Archie’s girlfriend, who just so happened to be a jock, you’re dragged along to parties quite often. Only this time, someone won’t leave you alone.

Prompt Idea/A/N: I got this idea from @riverdale-imagining and I fell in love with it. So though it’s somewhat the same, I took my own spin on it! BTW, I don’t actually think Reggie would do this, even though he’d kind of a dick in the show. So know that.

Complete credit to: @riverdale-imagining (May I have this drink?)

Warnings: drugging. swearing. force. violence. yeah, sure, let’s go with that. also, the topic is very serious and is in no way okay to do, i am not trying to naturalize the seriousness of the situation

Pairing: Archie X Reader

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Drinking was never your thing. You always were repulsed by the idea. So being in a room filled with drunk kids that screamed and dance as if it was their last day on earth, was definitely not something you wanted to be doing. But as a newly made River Vixen and the girlfriend of jock Archie Andrews, it was kind of an obligation you came to celebratory parties.

Which was fine. You had expected that you wouldn’t do much and more just wait on the sidelines until Archie became too drunk himself or Archie wanted to leave. You’d done it many times before, and every time it had been fine because you got rewarded with an adorable drunk Archie who would stop at nothing to make you laugh. 

You were fine with that.

Except this time, Reggie wouldn’t leave you alone. You’d found out about the tiny little crush he had on you just a week ago and even though he knew you and Archie were an item, he still tried to ask you out and spent everyday forward flirting with you. At first you’d found it funny more than anything and even a little sweet, Archie had laughed it off himself because he knew you’d never go after a guy like Reggie.

But now, you were far from amused. Leaning against a wall, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to ignore the presence beside you. You were clad in a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse, as you had expected to go home after the game only for Archie to drag you off here. 

You were trying to ignore Reggie, who stood beside you. He was going on about the game and how well he had done. It had been chatting your ear off for the past hour and you were about at your wits end. 

Sighing, you decided that the only way you’d get away, even if only for a few minutes, was to slip off to the bathroom. So smiling sweetly, you interrupted Reggie and excused yourself to the bathroom. 

On your way there, you passed by Cheryl who greeted you with a fake smile. You waved back, rolling your eyes at here ‘kindness’ before slipping in the bathroom. Upon coming inside, you side looking at yourself in the mirror. You were tired and exhausted and honestly right now a drink didn’t sound so bad, but you knew you’d regret it in the long run, so you pushed that thought away. You were no where near of age anyway, not that really mattered in this case.

You turned the tap on, splashing some water in your face before patting it dry. Sighing, you opened the door and slowly made your way back to your spot. Reggie was of course still there, so trying to ignore your own annoyance, you leaned against the wall again, picking up the glass of coke you had left there and taking a sip. 

You relished in the cold drink, hitting the back of your throat and swallowing. You were oddly very thirsty and which each sip it only seemed to increase, you took multiple sips, the taste suddenly very delicious. 

“So, Y/N. Don’t like alcohol that much?” Reggie asked and you had to blink to fully focus on him. Suddenly you felt sick and your legs felt weak. You pushed away the feeling, not truly understanding what was happening and instead focus on Reggie.

“No…” You slurred, placing your cup down and holding onto the wall when it became hard to stay straight. “It’s- it’s not really my thing…”

Reggie nodded and you didn’t miss the way his lips curved into a devious smirk. Suddenly you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach at the look in Reggie’s eyes. You felt him coming closer and with silent panic, you let your eyes wander across the living room, trying to look for Archie only to not find his familiar blue and yellow jersey. 

“Why not?” Reggie asked, coming so close that your shoulders bumped into each other. “I’m sure you’d be plenty of fun, all drunk and all.” Your muscles were giving up on you and you felt the world spinning. You had the sudden urge to throw up, but sucked it back down. Your eyes still on the crowd in front of you, you felt cornered.

Why had you chose to hang out in the secluded area of the house? Oh, that’s right, to get away from everyone.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reggie asked, his voice feigning innocence. You ignore the shoot of panic that shot through your body, and tried to take a step back. Your leg gave out on you, and you nearly fell before Reggie’s hand wound themselves around your waist, pulling you upwards against his body. You placed your hands against his chest and tried to convince yourself that you were overreacting and Reggie could help you. But you couldn’t ignore the way Reggie’s eyes scanned over you and he almost seemed proud. 

“Wher- Where’s Archie?” You asked, just wanting to see your boyfriend. 

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen him this whole time, actually.” Reggie shrugged, pushing you further against him when you stumbled. His head went into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses as you squirmed. You blinked, trying to locate what was happening and where you were. Everything was spinning and it felt like you might pass out any moment.

“S-Stop, let me go.” You tried pushing him away, but you were so weak nothing happened. “Please, I need to find Archie.” You words were slurred and almost inaudible. but you knew Reggie understood by the way his lips upturned into a grin.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll be find. I’ll take care of you.” He reassured as he begin to pull you away from the crowd. You tried to fight him but everything was a blur and you began to loose feeling in you arms and legs. You became so weak that Reggie just started carrying you away. 

“Y/N!” A voice boomed in the rather loud room, you blinked, recognizing the voice. “Reggie! What the hell man?” Blinking, you were suddenly set down and you were leaning heavily against Reggie. It was a mess of different shapes but you caught sight of the familiar blue and yellow jacket and narrowing your eyes, you recognized Archie standing in front of you.

“Oh, Archie. We were actually just looking for you.” Reggie explained, and you shook your head. You were suddenly let go and stumbling you felt yourself fall into another persons arm, only except this time the arms felt warm. Safe. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Archie and it felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Really?” Archie asked, his voice suspicious. You leaned heavily against him as his arm came around your waist and he hefted you up, supporting you. “What did you do to her? Did you drug her?” Archie’s angry voice rumbled out and you could feel the power behind his voice as your head fell into his neck.

“Of course not. Archie I found her like that. You should watch your girlfriend more carefully, there are a lot of dangerous predators.” With that Reggie walked away but not without sending one last gaze towards Archie, a hidden, threatening meaning behind his eyes.

You mumbled against Archie, feeling yourself slipping out of consciousness and before you knew it all you saw was black.

When you woke up, you were warm and you were comfy. You blinked, sitting up and holding your head when a rush of pain shot through. You groaned, hating how groggy you felt as you surveyed your surroundings. You were in Archie’s room, it was easy enough to recognize. The only thing is you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten here or why you felt so gross.

“You’re awake!” Archie’s familiar voice called out and turning you saw him making his way over to you. He held out a cup of tea which you gratefully accepted, still narrowing your eyes at the pain.

“What happened?” You asked, clearly confused. “Why am I here?”

“Y/N… that bastard he really did drug you.” Your eyes widened at the word ‘drug’ and snapped your gaze over to Archie. 

“Drugged?” You asked, concerned. You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Reggie. We went to a party last night and i left you. Oh god, Y/N, I should’ve never left you.”

You tried to recall what the hell Archie was speaking about, but you couldn’t. You remembered going to a party, that you recalled and you did remember Archie leaving you quite early on. But then… oh god, Reggie. Reggie had been with you and then you went off to the bathroom, and that’s all you could remember.

“Reggie drugged me?” You asked, your heart beating. The thought that he could’ve done something to you. Could’ve sexually assaulted you gave you chills. And staring at Archie with tears in your eyes, you watched him nod. “Oh god…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise to never leave you alone like that again.”

“Did he do anything?”

“No!” Archie yelled, frantically shaking his head. “Well no, I don’t think so. I got to you just as he was leading you out of the house.” Sobbing against your hand, you fell against Archie. Him wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him.

“I love you…”You whispered, finally feeling as if it was the time.

“I love you too.”

All Mine Now

Smut Saturday this week! <3

Murphy x Reader | Connor x Stacey | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Request: “Okay so I had this idea that maybe you and your friend are drinking at the bar for the first time and Murphy is heart eyes because you were drop dead gorgeous and seemed to not only be able to handle drinking but also fought off a guy that was bothering you and your friend. When your friend goes home with some cute guy Connor tells him to talk to you and stuff and you guys go home and have some freaky deaky time lol maybe some cuddles and he asks you out on a date in the morning??”

Summary: The reader catches Murphy’s eye at a bar and her friend Stacey picks up a liking to Connor. The two get friendly with the guys when someone at the bar makes a move on the reader. Murphy and Connor teach them a lesson and smutty smuttiness ensues. I didn’t get around to him asking her on a date at the end, but sort of implies they will be together. End game Murphy smut turned out a lot longer than intended,but I doubt I’ll hear complaints ;) Feedback welcome! <3


You huffed angrily and looked at your friend in dismay.

“Of course! There’s no place to sit!” You complained loudly over the sound of the drunken chatter and the jukebox rattling out some old Irish tune.

Your friend Stacey laughed and rolled her eyes lightheartedly at you. She knew you had had a shit day. You had just quit your job, unable to take your bosses shit anymore. That is why you were standing here, your hair drenched from the dismal drizzle outside, staring over at the see of smiling drunken faces, wishing you had felt even half as good.

Suddenly, Stacey tugged at your arm, “Look! Someone is leaving! Let’s go grab that table!”

You groan a little, still not wanting to be surrounded by people, but needing a damn drink! You follow her begrudgingly across the smoke filled room to a small two person table that sat adjacent to the long wooden bar. You glanced around to the bar and put up your index finger, trying to get the bartender’s attention. You succeed and an older gentlemen with short white hair and square shaped glasses back his way over to your table.

“What can I get ya? Fuck!” He called out suddenly, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stared at you.

Had you heard him right? You thought to yourself. But, quickly shut It off, you didn’t even honestly care you just wanted to feel something other than pissed off.

“Can I get a double shot of Vodka with some limes?” You smile politely and then quickly slam your hand on the table.

“You know what? Fuck it! Just bring the whole damn bottle over.” You said smirking, feeling yourself finally loosening into the idea of cutting lose and enjoying yourself tonight.

You look over at Stacey who smiles in happy approval before turning her attention to the older gentleman in front of her, “I’ll have the same.”

The mad nodded rapidly and walked away, “Fuck! Shit! They can drink!” You heard two heard him mutter to himself as he walked away.

You looked at your friend and cocked your head to the side quizzically at the man’s behavior. Stacey shrugged and you both leaned into each other to have a little laugh.

The man quickly came back over and set down a big bottle of vodka along with two ice filled glasses before walking back behind the bar to serve his many other customers.

You picked it up and tipped it at him, “Thank you good sir!” Nodding your head down as if you were one of the elite pricks you used to have to cater to, you giggled to yourself and went about opening the bottle and pouring you both big glasses full of the sweet elixir.

You take your glass in your hand and raise it toward your friend, who mirrors your behavior, awaiting you words.

“To a night of I don’t give a fuck antics, girl! I need it! That fucking job can kiss my ass and so can my boss! Which he has tried to do several times despite me telling him to fuck off! Nothing better than having to fend off unwanted attention while kissing the ass of the corporate elite! So here’s to new beginning and knowing that I will never have my ass grabbed by that prick ever again!” You slam your glass into Stacey’s, who laughs at your sudden determination, and throw the alcohol swiftly down your throat.

You quickly pour yourself anything one and repeat, laughing a little as you felt the firewater run down your throat and loosen every cell in your body. You kicked out of your high heels, never liking having to wear them, and begin to rub the soles of your feet up and down on the wooden floor, loving the feeling of them being free from those contorted contraptions.

You slam more of the liquid down your throat before slamming it back down. You slam your hands up and down on the table as you watch Stacey trying to catch up, cheering her on, “That a girl!” You smile and laugh loudly at her and pour her and yourself another.

You begin to relax into your environment, slumping back in your chair a little, allowing your eyes to roam the room. You glance around and see several tables filled with your typical 9 to 5 blue collared good time boys, making the most of the few hours of freedom they had before having to go back to the salt mines. Rowdy, drunk men filled the room and you started to realize there weren’t very many women, you saw a couple that were obviously there with their man, but you realized you two where the only ones in here alone.

“Dude. The male to female ratio in this place is crazy.” You look over at Stacey who laughs to herself and winks, “Why do you think I brought you here?”

You laughed and looked down at the table, embarrassed. You knew Stacey had been trying to get you laid for months now since you had broken up with whats-his-name. But work’s bullshit had kept you far too busy, not to mention you had more than enough issues trusting a man would ever stick around.

“Ah shit girl, I don’t know. It has been so long I might not even remember how it goes.” You say sarcastically, still looking down as you smirk to yourself.

You take another gulp of your drink and lift your eyes, allowing them to scan around the room with a different intention. Would you take any one of these guys home tonight? Could you? You scanned their faces and bodies, nothing really sparking your interesting. Your eyes move back over to the bartender who suddenly cusses out loudly, you laugh quizzically to yourself again before noticing a pair of eyes on you. Your eyes look slightly to the right of the bartender and you see a man with piercing dark blue eyes staring at you as if he were angry, he bit his lip and swirled his shot of whiskey in his hand as he glared you down.

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