the coat check

More Than Anything by @lycorislife for @shanelleo

Being able to see through the eyes of your soulmate may seem like a dream come true to many, but reality proves a little more complicated. For two young boys it’s all they could ever wish for but as time passes by they come to realise that there’s no pain quite the same as longing to have someone who just isn’t there. (13k)

Soulmates, Fashion Designer!Louis, Model!Harry, who needs more? This fic is absolutely lovely, and through it I was so inspired to make this edit, so here it is!

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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How I lit up my Stammi Vicino Yuuri, part 5: Should note something that none of the photos show, and why I wrapped myself in wires instead of doing separate LEDs: the lights slowly flicker!! I thought this was cooler than just solid light, tho they have this mode too ^ ^(sorry for shitty lighting, was taken last minute while in line for coat check) (also yeah you can sorta see the wires here but they were invisible for the most part)

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#yoicosplay #katsucon2017 #stammivicino #katsukiyuuri #yurikatsuki #yoi #yurionice

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The 4th Episode: A Complete Johnlock Fix-It

The screen is black.  A woman’s voice cuts through.  It’s Molly’s voice.

“Forward? Or Backward?”

A blinding white light floods the darkness.  A pulsating heartbeat. 

“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.

White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward.  John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue.  The christening, backward. The birth, backward.  The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand.  The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.

Roll Title Credits.

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anonymous asked:

Oh my god I love all of your fics! They're all amazing! I was wondering if you could do a over-protective/jealous zimbits? Idc who is the possessive one or if it turns to fluff or nsfw but I'd just love a happy ending. You're great btw!

!!!! You’re too sweet!  Here’s some jealous zimbits with just a hint of [redacted] for you <3


Eric is not the jealous type, which has definitely been in the best interests of his and Jack’s relationship.  The way attraction works for Jack is just so slow that by the time he gets around to dating someone, they’re usually friends too.  Which leads to things like standing lunch plans with Camilla Collins whenever she comes to visit her sister at Brown or hanging out at alumni events together.  Even he and Kent have finally started to be friends again, a development largely facilitated by Eric himself.  Add to that the amount of time Jack spends with beautiful people hanging on him at bars after a win or at Falcs events, it’s enough to drive a lesser man mad, but Eric can always brush it off.

“Oh baby, I don’t mind.  I know you’re as loyal as they come.  And besides, why would I be jealous of someone talking to you at some boring fundraiser when you’re coming back to our bed, hm?”

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unicornisheartless  asked:

Do you have any tips on how to not forget that characters exist when writing scenes? (especially nonverbal characters)

Good question, glad you asked. I still struggle with this and I think most seasoned writers do. Even on stage and in film it’s awkward to have extra characters standing around doing nothing.

  • Begin by making your readers aware who is present. Give everyone a line or an activity explaining their purpose in being there without sounding like a roll call.
  • During the scene occasionally have the nonverbal characters interact with the speaking characters or engage in side conversations with each other. 
  • Let them react to the conversation, environmental elements, or personal issues (laughing, zipping up their coat, checking their phone). 
  • Occasionally a look or gesture can reflect the motives of a side character. You can focus on it, or leave it vague and seemingly innocuous.  
  • Keep a balance between attention on the main speakers and reminding the reader who’s present. You don’t want to interrupt an important conversation by constantly checking on what the side characters are up to or focusing on meaningless interactions. 

Next time you’re in a group, pay attention to what the non-speakers are doing. The same goes for watching a group in a film or on stage, observe what the director has the background characters doing.

(note: this is the part 1 of the pnp au. this is part ? of the au) 

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a fortune must be in want of a wife. Or so Lardo’s mother tried to impress on her for years. When Lardo heard it at five years of age, she thought it was stupidly sexist. When she heard it as she was going through Samwell, she thought it was stupidly heteronormative. But repetitions stick in your head, and sometimes Lardo would catch herself staring at a man wondering whether or not her mother would approve of him as her son in law.

Her mother would definitely approve of Bitty as her son in law, Lardo thought, as she hung up his portrait on the wall of the art gallery. It was one of her more distinctive paintings; she usually preferred the surrealist style, but she was feeling restless that day and made Bitty pause in the middle of chopping apples and pose for half an hour in order to do a quick sketch of his lithe figure. That quick sketch became a quick watercolor, and when she bought new oil paints and had some canvas left over from one of her bigger pieces, she christened those paints with Bitty’s profile. It wasn’t meant to be part of the exhibit, but when the curator saw the piece in the corner of all her other works, he had insisted she include it.

“Eric is a good man,” her mother had said. “He’s the kind that won’t mind marrying a headstrong girl like you.”

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Clinton Correctional Facility (CCF) is a maximum security state penitentiary for men, located in the village of Dannemora, Clinton County, New York. Sometimes referred to simply as “Dannemora”, CCF is the largest maximum security prison in the state, with an inmate population of about 3,000, and is the 2nd oldest, having been in continuous operation since 1845. Prior to 2008, CCF housed New York’s death row inmates. New York was the first state to use the electric chair as a primary means of execution over hanging, which had previously been the standard. Between 1892 and 1913, a total of twenty-six men were executed by electric chair at CCF. The last execution to have taken place in New York was that of Eddie Mays, who was electrocuted in 1963 at Sing Sing.

In June of 2015, two inmates escaped from CCF. Richard Matt and David Sweat, who were both serving lengthy sentences for murder, escaped from the facility with the help of two prison employees, who were later charged for aiding an escape. The two men were fugitives for over 20 days before Matt was shot to death by a Vermont border patrol agent in Malone, New York, about an hour away from the prison. Sweat was shot by a New York state trooper two days later, and was taken into custody alive.

Notable inmates at Clinton Correctional Facility have included:

Michael Alig - A figurehead of the “Club Kids” phenomenon in 1990’s New York City, Alig was a club and party promoter who threw wildly successful events at The Limelight, The Paladium, Tunnel, and Club USA. In 1996, Alig and his roommate murdered and dismembered Andre “Angel” Melendez, a drug dealer who had been staying at their apartment, and later disposed of his remains in the Hudson River. Alig later pled guilty to manslaughter and was sentenced to 10-20 years. He was paroled in 2014. Alig is the subject of the 2003 film Party Monster, starring Macauley Culkin.

Maksim Gelman - In February of 2011 in New York City, Gelman killed four people and injured three over a period of 28 hours. His victims included his stepfather - Aleksandr Kuznetsov, Yelena Bulchenko - a former friend, and Anna Bulchenko, Yelena’s mother, who refused to tell Maksim where her daughter was, even to save her own life. Stephen Tanenbaum, (62) was run over in the street as Gelman fled the scene, and he later died of his injuries. At least five others were injured during Gelman’s crime spree, all of them simply innocent bystanders who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Gelman was profiled in an episode of A&E’s, The Killer Speaks, which you can watch {here}

Julio Gonzalez - Perpetrator of the 1990 arson of a social club in the Bronx, referred to as “The Happy Land Fire”, which killed 87 people. Gonzalez had recently been dumped by his girlfriend, Lydia Feliciano, who worked at Happy Land as a coat check girl. On March 25th, Happy Land was packed with customers, most of them Hondurans celebrating Carnival. Gonzalez was kicked out of the club by a bouncer, and was heard drunkenly shouting in the street that he would “shut the place down”. He walked to a nearby gas station, bought $1 worth of gas in a can, went back to Happy Land and sprayed the stairs - which were the only entrance and exit to the club - with gasoline, and lit a match. After setting the fire, Gonzalez went back home and went to bed, and was arrested the next day. He was sentenced to 25 years to life, and was denied parole in 2015. He died of a heart attack in September of 2016, two months before he would have been given another parole hearing.

John Jamelske - A serial rapist and kidnapper, Jamelske abducted at least five women between 1988 and 2003, and kept them prisoner in a concrete bunker underneath his home in the suburbs of Syracuse, New York, forcing them to perform sexual acts and menial tasks for him. He released his victims after long periods of time, some of whom attempted to report their abduction to the authorities, but weren’t taken seriously by law enforcement. Jamelske targeted women who were immigrants or refugees and didn’t know the language, or women who struggled with drug addiction. Jamelske’s first victim walked out of his bunker and never attempted to contact the authorities. His final victim was able to sneak away for long enough to call her sister, who was able to track her down. Jamelske was sentenced to 18 years to life, and is serving time at CCF.

Joel Rifkin - A serial killer suspected to be responsible for murdering and dismembering up to 17 women, many of whom were prostitutes. Rifkin was sentenced to 203 years in prison and will be eligible for parole in February of 2197.

Altemio Sanchez - Known as “The Bike Path Rapist” and “The Bike Path Killer”, Sanchez raped and murdered at least four women, and raped at least 9-15 women over the course of 25 years in Buffalo, New York. Most of his crimes took place in secluded areas near Amtrak rails or secluded bike paths. Prior to Sanchez’s arrest, a man named Anthony Capozzi had been serving time at CCF after being wrongfully convicted of two rapes that Sanchez had committed. Capozzi, who had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, served 22 years in prison before being exonerated by DNA evidence.

Obsessions part three (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by darkslayer092

Word Count: 1208

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: You can read part one and two here

It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Peter and you couldn’t seem to get him off of your mind. You started wondering why he hasn’t shown up outside your window in weeks, thinking that maybe you’d done something wrong. You hated that you felt this way towards him, but you couldn’t deny this attraction you had for the boy. You longed to see Peter again, to hear his voice and to one day see his face that was hidden behind the mask. If only he could trust you like that.

You were laying on your bed, thinking these strange thoughts when a knock came from your window. Could it be? Springing up off your bed you raced to the window and pulled open the curtains to see the hero waving at you on the other side. You couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on your face as you rushed to open the window and let the boy inside.

As soon as his feet hit the ground you engulfed him in an unexpected hug. You didn’t know who was more surprised, you or Peter.  "Peter! I haven’t seen you in ages.“

"Oh hi Y/N. Sorry, being a superhero is pretty time consuming.” He chuckled before pulling away from your embrace. Silence filled the air as you both looked at each other, not really knowing what to do or say.

Peter took this time to take in every inch of your body from the way that your denim jeans clung to your legs to the way your curls rested messily upon your shoulders so beautifully. He noticed the faint freckles that littered your cheeks and the cracks that appeared upon your full lips. Noticing his intense stare you cleared your throat loudly, causing the boy to jump a little in shock. “Anyways…what brings you to my humble abode?”

He seemed to shy away at your question as he avoided eye contact as he spoke with a timid voice. "Ah just wanted to see you again.“ His words caused a bubbling sensation to form in your stomach like butterflies and your cheeks reddened as you were flattered by his explanation. Hesitantly you moved a step closer to the boy, shyly looking up at him. "Really?”

A nervous cough erupted from his throat as Peter struggled to stutter out his words and hold eye contact with you at the same time. You’d never seen the boy so nervous before. "Uh yeah and I-I was wondering if… If it would be possible…would you like to go out with me tonight?“

Your eyes widened at his unexpected question, maybe you weren’t the only one catching feelings here.  Your voice unintentionally came out quiet as you pushed the question further. "Like on a date?” Peter nervously shuffled his feet as he nodded his head. “Well, yeah.”

A thought popped into your mind as you stared at the masked hero in front of you, emphasis on masked. “But how will I know it’s you?”  Looking around to make sure no one was watching on through the windows, he slowly brought his hands up behind his head and pulled off his mask to reveal a young but masculine face that left you in awe. He had dark curls that fell a little upon his forehead and a pair of captivating dark brown eyes. He shot you a wide smile in reassurance, showing off his incredibly white teeth. Needless to say this boy…Peter was attractive. Very attractive.

A wide grin appeared on your face as you took in the boy in front of you for the first time. He was beautiful. “So this is Peter.” He scratched his head anxiously as you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his face leaving him unsure to your reaction. He didn’t want you to think of him differently now that you knew what he looked like. “Sure is, sorry to disappoint.”

Confusion was shown on your face as you used what little courage you had and took his hand in your own in comfort, noticing the worried expression on his face. “Why would this be disappointing? You’re hot.” The words tumbled out of your mouth mindlessly, your eyes widening in realisation when Peter heard what you said. “What?”

Quickly changing the topic you brought up the date again to distract him. “Nothing. I’ll see you tonight then?”

Peter let out a little chuckle at your behaviour, he did hear what you said but chose to let it go. “Yeah. See you tonight.”


The door bell rang around 7pm that night causing you to rush putting on the last coat of mascara and checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked okay. Quickly grabbing your purse you made your way to the door in a hurry, swinging it open wearing a huge smile as you were face to face with Peter. He was wearing a nice button up shirt and jeans with his hair styled to be pushed back. “Hey.” His voice came out seemingly nervous as he took in your appearance causing a blush to form on your cheeks.

“Hi.” Your response was quiet as his gaze made you blush and the shy smile he sent you almost made you weak at the knees. Taking in your appearance he seemed to be in awe as his lips parted in shock. “You look…wow.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Definitely.”

“Well you don’t look too bad yourself spider-guy.” You joked as you closed to door to your apartment behind you. Clearing his throat and straightening his posture Peter put on a fake posh accent jokingly as he extended his arm for you to take.“Shall we?” A giggle escaped your mouth at his childishness as you linked your arm with his. “We shall.”


The date was by far the best one you’d ever been on and being around Peter seemed to make you feel incredibly happy and comforted. He started the date off by taking you out for pizza where you both ate until you had food babies which you both laughed and made jokes about. Then Peter took you to the park which was surprisingly a lot more beautiful to witness at night. You both fooled around like kids on the playground and were currently laying on the soft grass as you gazed at the stars that decorated the night sky.

Turning to face the boy you bravely reached out and intertwined your hands together which he happily accepted as he rubbed small circles onto the back of your hand in comfort. Looking up from your hands to your face he sent you a small smile, reassuring you that this was more than okay. Your voice was quiet against the silence of the night. “I’ve had a really great time tonight Peter.”

“Me too, as cheesy as it sound it’s honestly been one of the best nights of my life.”

Intertwining your fingers with his you gazed up into his eyes, touched by his words. “Really?”

“Yeah. I really like you Y/N.” You could tell his words were honest and your heart fluttered at his confession. Snuggling your body against the superhero’s you felt at home and didn’t ever want to leave his embrace. “I really like you too Peter.”

According to Plan

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!reader
Word count: 954
Warnings: Swearing

Part 6 of Fat and Beautiful


Rolling over, your hand met a cold sheet, making you open your eyes. “Dean?” You yawned, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Babe?” Looking around, you blinked. He was nowhere to be found. Normally you were the first one up, and he woke up not long after. Pushing the blankets back, you got out of bed and stretched.

You made your way out of your shared room and through the halls looking for him. As you moved towards the kitchen, you pulled your hair up into a ponytail. Something smelled amazing, and it was making your mouth water.

“There you are.” You said softly, making him turn to look at you. “I was surprised to wake up to your side of the bed empty.” Moving closer you saw his face fall just a bit. “What’s wrong?” You asked, worried.

Dean smiled sheepishly. “I, uh, was hoping to surprise you…” He told you. “Was gonna bring you breakfast in bed. Had a tray all set, have flowers in a vase and everything.” Dean motioned to the counter behind him. Your eyes flicked between him and the tray. “Surprise.” He chuckled slightly.

Smiling, you kissed him gently. “Thank you, babe.” You said against his lips. “It smells amazing.”

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Patient Namjoon(Namjoon Version Smut)

Well, I know I said i wanted this to be a Dr. Namjoon smut but I’ve decided to make him the patient this go round. You’ll see why..  In my next smut which is the threesome with Namseok. This story is a special story for all of you but for four people especially. @dlcute @princess-of-luxury @xnamjoons-slutx@thegirlthatlikesasianboys

I don’t know how to warn you other than saying this is an smut that you may not want to read if you don’t like bdsm that much. It’s also AMBW. I don’t even want to tell you guys what kinks is in it. Just read it. You’ll enjoy it. Word Count: 5501

Your name: submit What is this?

Sitting at your desk with your legs propped open underneath the closed space your fingers danced across your wet clit, the soft sounds of your pussy being played with echoing throughout the quiet room. You had your lab coat bunched around your hips, sliding one finger inside of you curving and wiggling it to find your spot. Back arching a soft sigh left your lips as you felt your stomach muscles starting to clench indicating you would cum soon.

“Ms. Y/N I’m here for my appointment!” A familiar husky voiced called from the door. Jumping you pulled your hands from your wet pussy straightening up as Namjoon pushed open the cracked door and came inside.

“O-oh yes hello Namjoon please come take a seat, I’ll be right with you.” You spoke softly your cheeks flaming with heat.

“Is everything ok?” You heard him ask slowly, the mock concern in his tone made you groan inwardly. What if he found out you were fingering yourself? You would be in so much fucking trouble. Shaking your head, you straightened up faking a sneeze and quickly reaching for the tissue to wipe your fingers and your nose looking back at him.

“Oh, good heavens! I’m so sorry about this Namjoon please forgive me I have to go wash my hands and make sure you don’t get sick.” He smiled with understanding moving to sit in the chair beside you. Getting up you quickly dashed into the bathroom in the hallway washing off your fingers, scrubbing them so that he would only smell strawberries if he was to for some strange reason grab at your fingers. Smiling up at yourself you fixed your white lab button up coat, looking down to check and make sure your red pumps were intact. Hair and lipstick was straight and thankfully not sweaty. You made your way back into the room and Namjoon lifted his head to give you a bright smile his dimples showing as he drank you in.

“My my Y/N. You’re such a beautiful doctor.” He purred lightly sitting up a bit.

“Thank you Namjoon. You’re such a handsome patient. But I’m sure my fiancé wouldn’t like it if he found out you said such things or if I did so let’s keep this professional.” You smirked walking towards your desk.

“Professional. Got it!” Namjoon stretched out, his long limbs moving with him. You watched as the peak of his abs came out while his shirt rose the little teasing show causing your breath to stop momentarily, his hand swiped across your pen holder on the desk in the midst of him stretching causing him to knock it over. “Doctor! I’m so sorry.” He was going to bend down to reach it but you stopped him with your hand up.

“No need. I got this.” Bending over, you picked up the pen holder, also taking your time to pick up the pens as well. Your lab coat had rose up your legs, you knew the peak of your blue underwear were on display for him, how quiet he had gotten. You could feel him becoming stiff, you could feel that heated glare staring at your chocolate thighs and your nice round ass. You knew also that the panties you had on were a size too small showing the outline of your pussy how it would give him a clear view of it with your legs squeezed together.

“All better.” You smiled once the pens were up putting them on the desk sitting back in your black swivel chair grabbing at your dark blue notepad flipping it to a clean sheet of paper. You grabbed at a blank pen looking at Namjoon.

“So, what can I do for you today sir?” You asked him, seeing the faintest of a jaw clench you felt victory in your gut but you made no move to say anything right now.

“Well Y/N –“

“It’s Dr. Y/N.”

“Y/N” Namjoon rasped out your name and you swallowed thick nodding your head.

“Y/N it is then. Continue.”

“Do you always interrupt your patients?” Namjoon asked you. Scoffing you glared at him pinching the bridge of your nose. You clenched your teeth together before you looked up at him who was looking expectantly at you. “Well?”

“Well I was trying to let you speak. No I do not interrupt my patients usually but also my patients don’t try to test my patience.” You growled your voice rising a bit.

“Are you getting an attitude with me?” He asked his voice changing tone lightly and you shook your head.

“I’m not. Let’s start again. I am thankfully that you have come in today to see me. I just want to help you, because I’m the doctor! And whatever you need I will give it to you.” You smiled hesitantly squirming in your seat as he watched you.

“Very well then.” He rumbled out flicking his tongue across his bottom lip. “Doctor. Y/N. Lately I have been feeling a bit tired, my energy is not all the way there. Also, it seems I’m having problems having problems with my releasing process. I’m not cumming right.” He frowned patting his member.

“What do you mean not cumming right?” You asked jotting down some notes in your notepad eyeing him.

“Well, I will have an orgasm. But it’s not a lot. Maybe one or two little drops. And sometimes it’s hard for me to even get turned on or feel the need to fuck my girl. Do you think it’s me?” He asked licking on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“Well, I don’t know. Tell me how do you feel about this girl you’re seeing. You guys are engaged, right?” You asked tapping your pen on the notepad. Namjoon nodded perking up as he stared at you.

“She’s amazing! She’s the most beautiful brown kitten I’ve ever seen in my life. You know how they say that some girls are a tall glass of milk? That’s how I feel about her, except she’s chocolate milk so she’s much sweeter and it’s much better to lick on her nectar. She is so caring, charming and all around just a great blessing for me to have. I can’t keep my eyes off of her when I’m with her, and trust me whenever I see her do little things like show me skin. Whenever I go to her job and see her work I just want to pin her down on the desk and fuck her until she has bruises implanted on her hips and thighs from my fingers digging into her plumpness. And don’t even get me started about those curves that she has. Her full breast, oh and her sweet ass slapping it is the best. I mean she makes me weak doctor. Makes the monster come out of me.” He grinned playfully. Chewing on your lips, you nodded your head feeling the heat starting to rise in your face as you jotted down more notes.

“So, then maybe it is you Namjoon. Let’s give you a regular checkup and see what we can do about your hormones. If anything, one pill of Viagra will do.” You almost choked on your laughter at the glare he gave to you but your hands quickly dashed to grab your stethoscope from the drawer. Hearing something fall, you moved to look back seeing Namjoon stretching again, this time a vanilla file was thrown to the ground, some paper scattered in a pile at your feet. “Ok God of destruction.” You griped out leaning down to pick up the files. Your breast pressed together the peak of them being shown because your buttons were not buttoned that far up. Once you had everything up, you smiled at him standing up. Moving to place the stethoscope against his chest you asked him to take deep breaths. You could feel his heart beating fast, smirking you decided to fuck with him a little more. Pushing the stethoscope against his back your breast pressed against his right arm, your plump mounds resting against his toned muscled arms. He took deep breath, his face turning so that he could breathe against your breast.

“Doctor. You have smooth skin.” Namjoon purred sliding a hand up on your outer right thigh. His finger moving up dangerously close to your heat, fingers ghosting under the confines of your coat.

“I-I do indeed. Please keep your hands to yourself.” You softly whined, trying to move his hand but he was slicker. Moving his other hand upwards on the left side he managed to surprise you and reach his hand around grabbing at your ass cheek.

“Wow doctor. Your ass feels. So, fucking soft.” Namjoon squeezed at your ass cheek with his hand as your hand tried to pry his other hand away from sliding up farther.

“Well it’s not supposed to be hard, now is it?” You asked him. Namjoon chuckled pulling his hand back only to slam it down against your ass cheek causing it to jiggle as he rubbed the flesh. It surprised you and sent a jolt of pleasure dancing up your spine. Your hand stilled for a moment too long and Namjoon had you, his hands grabbing on both cheeks kneading them. His eyes looking up at you as he bit the top button close to your cleavage. A soft gasp left your lips, your hands moved to press against his shoulders. You tried to push him away with some effort but Namjoon only opened his legs wide so that he could pull you close against his body. His hand reached up from your ass cheek to grab at your panties pulling them upwards causing them to dip between your ass cheeks and press tighter against your pussy.

“You cannot t-treat a doctor like this.” You tried not to moan, your eyes were becoming hooded and your mind was becoming jumbled.

“I can when the doctor said she was going to do whatever it took to make me feel better.” He countered looking up at you as he flicked his tongue to lick up the crevices of your breast

“Yes! But doctor still needs to finish your checkup. You were concerned about your energy and parts below right? If you let me go I can help.” Your voice was failing you becoming more of a question and uncertainty when you spoke. Namjoon chucked nipping a part of your skin slapping your ass again. His middle finger sliding down your panties slowly until he was teasing your opening. Sliding his long finger inside. Without thinking you slapped his hand away from you your eyes going wide as you realized what you had just done. Namjoon froze in place, and you felt your doom coming.

“Oh no.” You mumbled softly and with a growl he was charging at you. Picking you up by your legs Namjoon threw you on the bed, he turned you around in his hold, your mind that was frozen for a split second tried to move from him crawl or do anything that would set you free. Namjoon saw your attempts but he wasn’t having any more of you denying him when he knew what you were doing before he even came inside.

Looking around your place, he grabbed at your ankle pulling you down so that he could walk towards the drawer. He kept you with a tight hold around your ankle. You whimpered slightly clawing at the sheets. You brought your leg up bending your ankle and then pushing it down making Namjoon fumble. Crawling off the bed in a quick motion you dashed towards the door with wobbly legs.

“Where the fuck are you going kitten?” Namjoon asked grabbing at a tape measure that was used for measuring your body. He ran after you catching you before you got out of the door. Shutting the door, he slammed you against it, his hands working to tie the tape measure. Once your hands were secure he picked you up over his shoulder walking backwards to the bed, he threw you on it with your face against the sheets. Letting your legs hang over the edge of it he got behind you grabbing at your hips bringing you back to rub against his growing erection.

“Mm someone is such a fucking naughty little doctor. Treating your patients like that.” He jutted out his lower lip as he ground himself against you, his dick starting to harden in his panties. “But now I get to have all the fun in the world. Because doctors cure you, don’t they?” He asked you spreading your legs wide with his. Once you didn’t answer he slammed his hand down to land against your ass raising his voice. “DON’T THEY?”

“YES!” You shouted out throwing your head back. Your legs bucked and you could feel your pussy starting to become wet from just his rough voice alone, but the grinding didn’t help anything it just made it worse.

“That’s right.. And with your sweet little pussy doctor. Daddy is going to make sure he feels cured by the time he is done with you. And look at that, my monster is ready to devour your sweet tight pussy. Or maybe I should fuck your ass and just leave you to bury your fingers back in your pussy like you were doing earlier.” He taunted. You were beyond embarrassed that he caught you, but instead of staying quiet you shook your head looking at him over your shoulder.

“Keep dreaming. You’re a patient who needed the doctors help. I bet you can’t even make me cum.” You smirked wiggling your ass against his bulge. Namjoon gripped at your hips, stopping all movements he slowly pushed up your lab coat to bunch around your waist, he leaned forward dark eyes baring into your own unsure ones.

“I bet I do make you cum.” He spoke in a low tone, pressing his forehead against yours. “I bet I make you cum a lot actually. You’re going to cum so much you’ll be crying for me to stop and I won’t. I’ll only keep pushing you to your limit doctor.”

All hope that you had of getting free or redemption went out the window with that phrase. Namjoon chuckled sadistically pulling away from you he walked from the bed. “Don’t move doctor. We wouldn’t need to prescribe you pain killers, now would we?” The threat that he made to you cause you to bury your face into the sheets staying perfectly still or as still as you could. But after sometime of him not coming back, you peeked up through your hair. Namjoon was treading back towards you with a multitude of things in his hand. Your stomach clenched at the mere thought of what he was going to do to you. He bit his bottom lip placing the toys down beside you coming to stand back behind you.

“I didn’t know doctors kept such things at work. But then again, you’re such a little slut are you Y/N? My little slut.” Namjoon grabbed at a brown paddle that had the words ‘obey’ carved into the front of it. He rubbed it across your chocolate cheeks softly dancing his fingers across your skin. “Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet, chocolate cheeks and chocolate wings.” Namjoon sung the part out before slamming the paddle down against both of your ass cheeks. Pain shot through your back causing you to yelp out loud, your hands fisting up as you rested against the bed. “Oh look at how red you are.” He commented running his finger softly across your heated skin. Smirking he pulled the paddle back to smack against your ass again the pain making your eyes brim slightly with tears. Your legs shook, the heels becoming wobbly against the floor. Namjoon frowned playfully squatting down he flicked his tongue repeatedly against your heated flesh. “Does it hurt doctor?” He teased biting gently on the space under your ass cheeks. Dropping the paddle, he licked up and down your panties, his index finger finding your clit. He rubbed his finger against the spot watching as your whole body shook with desire. He hummed kissing at your ass cheeks. He pulled his finger back standing up he grabbed at the paddle, moving it to hit just across your ass cheeks. Giving you a round of five smacks that sounded off in the quiet room but your whimpers broke free. “Come on doctor we wouldn’t want your other patients outside to hear you nor the receptionist.”

He moved to your left ass cheek repeating the same process, dropping the paddle on the bed he gripped at your panties that were soaking wet, pulling them down he pressed a long kiss against your pussy. Sliding you out of them and your heels. He placed your feet back on the floor before tapping your ass. “Up on your tiptoes and hold it.” He quietly ordered and you obeyed. Pushing yourself up, your ass was stinging the tears that started to escape your eyes were finding little puddles along the bed sheets but you loved it, the pain was simply amazing though in the time it hurt. You loved it when he was rough with you reminding who was in charge here despite titles. Namjoon used his index fingers to open your wet pussy lips looking at the wetness before him. He puckered his lips blowing air against your slit causing you to whine for him. Your hands tugging to break free but it was no use you were stuck there. Namjoon leaned forward pressing his tongue flat against your slit he licked upwards until he was licking against your asshole and he pulled back to start the process again. Long slow kitten like licks against your slit that would frustrate you to no end because he wasn’t doing anything more. Finally, he pressed his tongue against your clit flicking it rapidly. Enclosing his mouth around the bud he gave a few sucks to your clit, tongue dancing against it while you became a wrecked mess above him. Once he was satisfied he pulled his mouth back pressing two fingers against your entrance. Sliding his fingers inside of you slowly he groaned at your tightness around his fingers the warm walls taking him in fully. He used his free hand to palm himself through his pants letting his fingers stay in place he kept them there until you were clenching them around his digits taking that as a sign to continue. He pulled his fingers out together only to thrust them back into you at a slow pace. Over and over he kept them straight not giving you the satisfaction of having him curl them for you and find your spot.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He told you, not replying to him, Namjoon nodded his head growling. He stood up pulling at your hair roughly his elbow of the same hand pressing against your middle back as he bit harshly on your ear. “Either you fuck yourself on my fingers. I’m talking about bouncing this tight pussy and fucking yourself for me or I will leave you here and I won’t fucking untie you. Take your pick now then, either you’re going to behave as my little slut and get fucked nice and deep or you going to stay here while I go find another doctor that will.” Of course, that was like a slap in your face. Glaring at him you nodded your head you started to push your hips down trying to ride his fingers. Namjoon released his grip a little so that you could move your body more. Eyes drifting shut he tugged harder on your hair. “Keep those pretty brown eyes open baby girl. I’m not through looking in them.” Moaning softly, you kept your eyes on him pushing back on his fingers. Your body moving up and down the bed, nipples rubbing against the lab coat that you had on. “Faster.” Namjoon commanded and you did so pushing your hips down on his fingers as more moans slipped past your lips from how it felt to have him fingering you. “Fuck, look at those nice plump ass cheeks bouncing for me. I can hear how wet your greedy pussy is taking me in. Just imagine the sound it’s going to make when my dick is shoved inside of you.” Your pussy gushed with more juices causing Namjoon to laugh as he leaned down and bit into the left side of your hip. “You feel so good, and you’re getting wet. The little kitten likes my dirty talking.” He smirked pulling his fingers back from you slowly. He brought them to his mouth while looking at you, sucking your essence of his fingers with dramatic licks and slurping noises. He reached down to grab at a rotating dildo aligning it with your entrance. He pushed the toy inside of you turning switch onto the lowest setting. The toy started to move inside of you thrusting in and out of your walls. Head rolling forward in his hold you let his name fall of your lips. Namjoon pulled back to let your head fall forward, moving to grab at the spreader bar he locked your feet in place so that even if you tried to close your legs it would be difficult for you.

He grabbed at his paddle, starting to hit your ass once again he relished in how good it sounded for you to cry out for him. He put the paddle down as he helped the toy thrust in and out of you, turning the setting up he moved to grab at a purple bullet pressing it against your asshole. He watched it pucker up as he played with it, leaning forward he licked around your hole slowly moaning against it he pushed his tongue inside of your asshole.

“Namjoon- I’m.” Your words were short, hips thrusting back against the toy to fill more of the force of it thrusting inside of you, your words were failing you. Your eyes drifted shut and felt your stomach tighten up wanting to feel your release you kept jerking your hips downwards fucking the toy. Namjoon just hummed against you, switching the angle of the toy to press it against your spot. In a few minutes, you were cumming on the toy your hips jerking from the pleasure. Namjoon kept thrusting the toy inside of you not letting it against your spot repeatedly. He moved the bullet to press it against your clit earning a loud shout of protest from you. “Please Namjoon.” You begged gently but he wasn’t hearing it, both hands moving the toys against your clit and soaked pussy you were feeling overstimulated. Namjoon didn’t care though, it was your punishment and you were going to have to take it. Moving back from your ass he licked it again, smirking as another wave hit your body, how you crumpled and deflated against the bed he let you ride out your orgasm again and moved it from your clit sucking your essence off it. He put it down on the bed moving to grab at a row of anal beads circling them around your entrance. He slowly pushed the beads inside of you one by one each one getting bigger until he had all of them buried inside of you. He moved back watching the masterpiece in front of him. He pulled the dildo from your clit licking and sucking it clean throwing it beside you he bent down to grab at your hips turning you over to lay on your back smiling down at you. He lifted your legs upwards and placed your feet on the bed. His hands spread your legs wide pressing them down against the mattress, grabbing at a smaller vibrator he taped it against your clit turning it on max settings from the get go. Moving back, he slowly stripped himself of his shirt and his pants keeping on his boxers. He gripped at your lab coat unbuttoning it until it was open moving you to push it off of your body his hands gripped at your breast. Playing with them he jiggled them and slapped them a couple of times. Moving back, he gripped at a riding crop striking it against your stomach. He watched as the skin turned red, moving to slap it against your pussy it hit the end of the beads causing you to feel them push deeper. Back arching off of the bed you bucked your hips upwards. Namjoon grinned pressing the riding crop against your nipples he started to hit against each one of them seeing how your nipples puckered up and became hard for him. He licked his lips leaning down to enclose his lips around your pert nipples sucking on them. Letting his tongue paint your skin with his spit. A wicked flash across his features as your body tensed up and your third orgasm sucked through your body. He licked a trail over to your other breast circling his tongue around your nipples slowly biting into the flesh. Once he pulled back he put the riding crop down getting in between your legs he licked up to the toy and back down shoving his tongue inside of your wet pussy. He slurped at you shaking his head side to side curving and thrusting his tongue to taste all of you.

It was starting to hurt, the overstimulation and cumming. Your eyes were brimming with tears once again as mixed feelings swam through your body. He held your hips down not letting you move while he ate you out. Body twisting and shaking your orgasm was taking longer to build up due to the fact that you had cum already three times and he was trying to make it a forth. He curved his tongue to roll against your spot picking up the speed of his tongue to make it vibrate against your spot. He let his tongue stay in that place watching as you shifted your hips and arched harder of the bed head rolling back and cries of pleasure escaping your lips. Your voice broke, heart beating erratically as another wave of pleasure slammed into your body.

“PLEASE NAMJOON! I’M SORRY!” You knew what it was about. Telling him no. And you regretted it. Namjoon pulled back from you after he sucked up your cum and kissed at your parted thighs.

“Sorry can’t fix everything.” He reminded you as he freed his dick from the confines of his boxers. Crawling on the bed he moved until he was straddling your chest, not sitting on you he let his knees dig into the mattress. One hand gripping at your hair and the other on the bed he tilted his head. “No will I have to make you use your pretty little mouth?” He asked letting his dick tap against your bottom lip the tip smearing precum against them. Shaking your head, you opened your mouth slowly for him letting your tongue roll against the head of his heated shaft. Moaning lowly, he lurched his hips forward burying his dick inside of your mouth. He thrust his hips forward, letting his balls smack your chin every time he entered into your mouth. His head rolling back, he moaned lowly enjoying the feel of your wet tongue sliding up and down against his hardened flesh. He moved to let his hand pinch at your nose instead cutting your air off he slammed his dick faster going as deep into your throat as he could. He watched you not letting you or letting you breathe. When your eyes started to get low he slid his dick into your mouth holding it at the back of your throat feeling you squeeze around him. Enjoying the sensation, he repeated it three slow times, you could feel your oxygen leave your body and the light-headed feeling was creeping up your bones until your vision was blacking out.

Namjoon released you, your ears popping as he pulled back to let you breathe before you passed out. You coughed and joked, not seeing much but tiny little bursts of color. Namjoon growled at the sight before him, his hand fisting his dick he stroked his large member until he was releasing his cum over your face. Against your lips and over your forehead and cheeks trying to avoid getting it into your eyes. His thick ropes painted your face white with his cum. Namjoon picked you up, moving to lay on the bed he spread his legs wide pressing you down against him. You were coming around once again looking around you growled slightly.

“You expect me to ride your dick with cum on my face?” You asked and nodded his head picking you up by your hips. His still erected dick was pressing at your entrance.

“I could always go back to the toys.” He mused out. Without hesitation, you were pushing your hips down burying him deep inside of you. Head rolling forward you slammed yourself down onto him. Not taking the pace slow because who were you kidding you liked to have him buried deep inside of you. Hips snapping down against his as he thrust up into you, your walls tightened around his shaft feeling the sting of him stretching out your pussy. Your groans and pants could be heard out of the room, the air turning thicker the heat radiating off of both of your bodies together. Namjoon felt his balls tightening up because he needed release, looking down at your plump cheeks that jiggled every time his hips met your ass he was a wreck full of lust and need the words from the paddle showing up faintly on your skin that was still bright and agitated. Namjoon gripped at your hips slamming you down more than letting you take the pace at your own speed. Your bound hands behind your back rested against his lower stomach as you wound your hips down against him. He shifted his hips ever so slightly pulling all the way out only to slam you down on his shaft. You were crying out his name, your voice breaking and becoming softer from how hoarse you were. Namjoon breathlessly chuckled, watching as you lost yourself for him his hand moving to slowly pull the beads from you one by one until none were left. You didn’t even need to touch yourself he was ruining you just fine by fucking you. Your breast bounced harshly from the impact of his hips against your ass the soreness of the paddle coming back.

“Daddy may I cum please?” You asked softly and Namjoon hummed in approval not speaking because he himself was on the verge of releasing.

Once he gave you the permission you nodded your head letting your orgasm consume you. Not even having the strength to yell you released a quiet whimper as your stomach clenched, your pussy throbbing as you released once more for him.

“Y/N.. Shit.” Namjoon groaned as he held you down cumming inside of your sore pussy. He rolled his hips gently, the cum sliding down from your entrance. Namjoon pulled you back to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed up your skin tiredly. The moment was quiet, both of your heart rates going back down to normal. Smiling at yourself you were proud that everything turned out well until the door pushed open.

“Well well. It seems neither of you could have waited for me.” Hoseok accused crossing his hands over his chest as he watched you both.

“It was Namjoon’s fault.” You immediately blurted feeling your insides drop.

“Oh really?” Namjoon questioned pushing his dick deep inside of you causing you to moan out and nod your head. “You little slut.” Namjoon growled pulling out of you. You wiggled trying to get free, and Namjoon got off the bed going to wipe himself clean. Once he was done he stood by Hoseok who looked down at you a disapproving frown etched on his features.

“We will think about your punishment.”

“What do you mean we! He fucked me!” You cried out in protest.

“You touched yourself first. That’s your punishment. Not that he fucked you, we both expected that. But you know the rules about self-pleasure around here.” Hoseok turned to walk away with Namjoon winking at you following him.

“At least untie me! Please daddy.” You pouted jutting out your lower lip. Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and he looked at you.

“No. You have been a bad girl, you need to stay there and think about what you’ve done princess.” And like that you were left alone in the middle of the bed, your fate lying in the hands of two very dominate men.

En Paix (Newt Scamander x Ballerina!Reader

Originally posted by newtafidoscamander

Originally posted by adayofballet

“The what?” Newt sat on the couch of the Goldstein’s sisters apartment. He had just come back for a quick break the week before and was taking the time to relax and work on his book when Jacob had come up to him dressed in his winter coat with Queenie grinning beside him.

“The Swan Lake its actually a fairy tale and the ballet is just as good, it’s basically a performance where they tell the story through dancing, my mother used to make me go whenever she could get the tickets for cheap” He explained to the wizard.

“You’ll definitely like it Newt it’s beautiful the way they move and they look its just too wonderful” Queenie cooed with a dreamy sigh looping her arm through Jacob’s as she leaned on him. 

“Come on Scamander you’ve been doing nothing but working on your  work and you rarely come outta your case” Tine piped in buttoning up her coat. 

With a sigh Newt got up and quickly got on his coat, not before checking on all of his babes, and they headed out into the snow filled night. The opera house was crowded with hundreds of muggles and only a few wizards or witches here and there.

“Mommy! Papa! Hurry up or we won’t see Y/N!!” A little girl whined from in front of Newt pulling on both the parents hands.

“Now sweetie I’m sure she hasn’t come out just yet” the father chuckled.

“Oh Jacob Y/N L/N is performing tonight aren’t we lucky!?” Queenie exclaimed taking her seat. They had managed to get balcony tickets and the view was perfect to see the entire stage.

“Who’s Y/N L/N?” Newt asked.

“Oh she’s one of the best dancers I’ve seen” Queenie said shrugging off her coat “some say she traveled to England, Paris, and even Russia just to train for her whole life and by the time she was 17 she was already a dancing prodigy” 

The flickering lights caused a hush throughout the loud theatre and music from the orchestra began as lights settled onto the stage where the curtains rose. 

The first few minutes were a blur to Newt as he watched the girls and the men dressed in their costumes leaping and spinning graceful without a single mistake. They all honestly looked the same to him and bored him, that was until he saw her. 



Originally posted by bunheadforever

Odette, Jacob had told him, was the role you were playing. The girl who is cursed to turn into a swan by the moon. The way you danced, how poised and graceful you turned and jumped was incredible. He even found himself leaning forward as he scowled at the man who was suppose to fall in love with Odette danced with hands on your body.

Once the performance had ended the the entire room shook with the loud applause and shouts of praise as you bowed alongside the others. Roses, and bouquets of just about every flower were thrown in your direction.

Newt found himself also on his feet cheering your name and even producing a flower from his coat tossing it down you caught it in your hands giving him a glance you gave him a smile as you brought the flower to your nose.

~~

“What a night huh Y/N?” Your close friend Elena asked from beside you as you sat in your dressing room twirling the flower that brown haired man had thrown in your direction.

Oui what a night indeed” You hummed.

“Ugh I swear those suitors just don’t know when to catch a break, one of these days you need to just pick one of them up!” She huffed standing from the couch she stomped over to the door throwing them open.

“OI! Miss.L/N is not looking for a relationship so why don’t ya bugger off-” 

“Lena! What she meant to say was I am in fact looking for a stable relationship, just not at this..exact uh….moment…” You trailed off off catching sight of the most beautiful golden brown eyes. 

Some of the men shuffled away with broken hearts not before leaving you with gifts and flowers that covered just about half of the room. All except him.

“I-I really enjoyed your performance ah Miss.Y/N” He softly complimented you finally looking up at your face. You offered him a kind smile bringing the flower up to your nose just as you did on stage.



Originally posted by hardyness

Merci monsiuer-”

Y/N Hurry up its bloody cold out there and I don’t want to have to stay here longer then needed Lena pulled you back into the room slamming the door you still had that love struck smile on your face as you sat onto the couch with a soft sigh.

You twirled the flower between your fingers enjoying the sparkles that came off completely captivated not only by its magic, but by the man who had managed to steal your heart.