and i am going to drift off to sleep right about now

Writing is Hard, pt 8: Slow and Steady

Summary: Dean shows you his favorite kind of sex.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.

Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.

Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.

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Wife {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 2900+
REQUESTED: nope !

hello! this is just a quick one shot that i churned out bc i loved the concept and i was rly motivated! i hope u enjoy it! if u do, feedback is greatly appreciated (it rly motivates me) and here’s my masterlist if u want more lol :-)

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continental drift

(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)

It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.

He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.

Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.

He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.

The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.

So Nursey resolves to test it.

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Tasty* ~ [1/2]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: Reader prepares the last important details of Chris’ thirty-sixth birthday party, but he can only think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate this day with her.
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff/Mild smut
Warnings: build up; mentions of sex/innuendos, Chris being a dork and a butt guy, slight food play/kink, make out session and language!
Author’s Note: I know, Chris’ birthday was yesterday (June 13th), but I actually wrote so much that I had to split this into two parts. The actual smut will be in the last part hopefully up tomorrow. Once again, happy birthday to the Dorito and enjoy! xx

    “Dodger, come here,” you whispered and the dog padded out of the kitchen, stopping at your feet. You bent and patted his back as his tail wagged excitedly.

    Staring back at your reflection in the mirror of the foyer, you smoothed out your dress - the same summer dress you’d wear on your first date with Chris three years ago - and you applied your cranberry lip balm. You weaved a hand through your hair, pushed up your breasts and you picked up the breakfast tray you’d left on the entryway table.

    “What do you think? He’s going to like it, right?” You asked Dodger and laughed at how ridiculous you sounded. My God, I’m talking to a dog.

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    Drive

    Halsey song lyric imagine

    wordcount: 2.1k

    Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

    Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

    ‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

    We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

    Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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    Camping - Smut

    Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

    Author: @dumbass-stilinski
    Rating: NSFW 18+
    Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
    Words: 3,649
    AN: So this happened? Have some filth. Thanks for being patient. Thanks to @writing-obrien​ and @celestial-writing​ and @rememberstilinski​ for helping me out with this! Y’all are the best and I love you guys sm.


    You rolled your eyes as you trudged through the forest, your backpack slung over your shoulders and your sleeping bag rolled up and tied to it. Of all the people you could be paired with, it had to be Stiles. The two of you were at each other’s throats constantly, and you had a feeling that this was Scott’s underhanded way of trying to get you to get along.

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    Time For Bed

    Originally posted by jaerins

    Time For Bed
    Rated: Mature
    [Talking Christian into going to bed was harder than you thought]

    Got a request from silexia and I thought it was super cute so here you go~ My first Christian Yu scenario~

    You hated to say it, but you were happy when Christian stopped being an idol. That lifestyle was so hard on you both. The hectic work schedule, the traveling, the late night practices. It was all awful.

    But he’d found a new love and passion. Editing and directing seemed to be his calling and you supported every waking moment of it. But just like his previous job, you found him staying up all night working on it.

    You came home from work mid-day to find your boyfriend hard at work editing Live’s new MV, and here it was well past midnight and Christian had barely even moved. He probably wouldn’t have even eaten if you hadn’t brought him food.

    Getting him to stop was going to be no easy feat. You’d been trying to for the last couple hours, and he’d always just say “Just a few more minutes Babe. I’ll be right there”

    “Christian?” you knocked on his office door, poking your head inside. “I made you some tea”

    He turned around giving you a tired smile, the dark bags more and more noticeable under his eyes “Thanks, Babe” he removed his headphones accepting the tea. “I just got to finish up a few more scenes and then I’ll be off to bed. Ok?” he smiled into your touch, kissing your hand. You didn’t even have to ask to be rejected anymore.

    “Alright…Not too late ok?”

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    epiphany pt.2 | jungkook

    Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

    Genre: Fluff/Angst + college au

    Word Count: 3k

    Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

    —–

    Reader’s POV

    As your eyes fluttered open, the bright light from your window piercing through making you squint, you felt something heavy strayed against your body. Finally adjusting to the light, a gasp left your mouth when you saw Jungkook in front of you, his chest rising up and down softly, as his arm was draped around your waist, having you flush against him.

    Wha- OMG!” You exclaimed loudly, as you threw his arm off of you, scrambling away when your sudden movement caused Jungkook to fall off the bed with a large thud.

    “What the hell…” he grumbled, his voice low and raspy as he got up on his feet, rubbing the side of his head as he stared at you through his lidded eyes.

    “Y-You! You were–Why were you in my bed?!” You shrieked as you quickly looked down at yourself, the clothes you wore last night still donned on your body, a sigh of relief escaping you.

    Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm when a look of realization dawned upon him, as he stared at you, words spluttering from his mouth in a frenzy.

    “Wai–It’s not what it looks like! I swear, I didn’t do anything! Y-you’re the one that grabbed me and asked me not to go and-”

    “I did what?!” you exclaimed, your own eyes widening to the size of saucers, when Jungkook added, “Last night, you grabbed my wrist and told me not to go in your sleep and I tried but you just wouldn’t let me go so I thought I’d stay till you let me go but then I fell asleep an-”

    Moaning, you fell to your knees in dramatic fashion, your head in your hands as you groaned in embarrassment, “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing!!!”

    “Y/N–” Jungkook started when you lifted a hand up, pointing towards the door without lifting your head, feeling too ashamed too look him in the eyes.

    “Please, just leave Jungkook-ah…I can’t. This is too embarrassing.” you begged as you saw his feet shuffle around, before he grabbed his stuff and made his way out the door, a breath of relief leaving you as you sunk against the wall.

    “You’re kidding me?!” Seulgi repeated again while you were walking next to her, your shoulders slumped as your trudged down the sidewalk.

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    Closer

    Author: Mikala

    Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

    Word Count: 3,350

    Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (please use protection, kiddos). Swearing. I think that’s it. 

    Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Loki so I hope it’s good! Let me know what you think!

    “Good evening, Loki,” you greeted, taking your usual seat on one of the couches in the living room. You were received with silence, just like you had been every day for the past three weeks. Huffing softly but indignantly, you tucked your legs beneath you, curling up against the arm of the otherwise empty couch. You dropped your attention to your book, opening it to where you’d last left off, but you couldn’t help stealing a few glances at the raven-haired trickster. He sat elegantly in an armchair that he’d pulled close to the glass wall, staring pensively into the distance outside.

    Thor had brought his brother to the Tower in hope that the “Earth’s mightiest heroes” would be able to keep him under their watchful eyes, and maybe even have a good influence on him. So far, the latter part was futile; Loki hadn’t acted out at all, but he’d done nothing but brood in silence since he’d gotten here. Although, you could somewhat understand why—everyone else in the tower was either treating him with a cold shoulder, or making snide remarks to him in an attempt to rouse him up. You didn’t really understand what the point of provoking him was. You’d even attempted to break the ice with him, to no avail.

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    Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

    He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

    After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

    Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

    In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

    Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

    He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

    “Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

    Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

    “Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

    “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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    When They Wake Up Next To You

    {g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

    This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

    •you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

    •when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

    •it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

    •it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

    •and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

    is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

    •you’ll disappear

    •once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

    •(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

    •kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

    •but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

    •falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual

    [Lance]

    •definitely woke up because you turned toward him

    •opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

    •the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

    •the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

    •you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

    •he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

    •just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

    •rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

    •kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

    •I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

    •bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

    •goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

    •God could he get used to this though.

    [Keith]

    •I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

    •he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

    •his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

    •sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

    •like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

    •100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

    •although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

    •I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

    •maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

    •or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

    •totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

    •you: “keith ow wtf”

    •keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff

    [Hunk]

    •omg please my pure chil d I love him sm

    •OKAY ALL THE OTHER ONES SO FAR ALL LIKE KISSES ON THE FACE BUT IMMA TELL YOU NOW THAT HUNK DOESNT DO JUST THAT

    •holds your hands

    •rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

    •just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

    •already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

    •besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

    •let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

    •you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

    •he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

    ••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

    •tells you to go back to sleep

    •if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

    •coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”

    [Pidge]

    •as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

    •ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

    •you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

    •you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

    •allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

    •when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

    •you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

    •she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

    •touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

    •everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

    •her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

    •most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

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    One Last Time
    Breaking up is hard to do.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut, angst
    Preview: “Babe?” you press him when he still hasn’t moved apart from the occasional brush of his lips to your sternum. The overly familiar pet name slipped from your lips before you knew it, but if he notices it, if it makes him feel anyway, he doesn’t react.

    “Minute,” his voice is thick and hoarse with unexpected emotion. “Jus’ one more minute, love.”

    The thought that he’s taking just a moment to grieve is almost crushing to you and you blink back tears as the reality of the situation crops up again. You stroke your fingers through his hair, reveling in the softness, even when it is damp, and you let him absorb what he has apparently found nestled in your chest.

    It’s About Balance
    In which Harry is your junior and you are – literally – fucked.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut, fluff(?)
    Preview: He sweeps your hair away from the back of your neck and his teeth close down on the nape of your neck – firm, but not as animalistic as he had before. You still moan and writhe under him, but he pins you so you can’t escape.  “S’this mean I won?”  

    “What’d you get the other stuff for?” you ignore him, your voice a little wheezy from the weight of him on your back.  

    He moans in thought and kisses down the back of your shoulder and between your shoulder blades. “S’all about balance, love.” He licks your spine, savoring the taste of sweat and skin – a privilege he has waited long and worked hard for. “Speakin’ o’ balance,” he muses. “I’d like to balance you on my face if that’s a’right w’you.”

    It’s About Chances - It’s About Balance Part 002
    In which Harry wants a chance and you are are fucked. Again.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut, drama
    Warnings: Mentions of daddy!kink, about 3-4 times. Nothing heavy.
    Preview: “I wan’ a chance,” he repeats. “A fair chance. If yeh really don’ wan’ another go, I’ll stop pushin’, but I want yeh to stop me because you don’ want it, not cause you think you shouldn’t.”

    He looks years older in his agony, and the frown lines around his mouth….

    No, you don’t like those. He shouldn’t frown so, ever. Not when that beautiful grin and a pair of dimples hides behind them. You reach up and smooth your fingertips over the tight corners of his mouth and Harry turns his mouth into your wrist, right to your pulse point. The gestures from the both of you are simple, but intimate, and there’s an instinctual ease to them, like a second nature. They’re like a shock straight through to your heart and you whimper under your breath. He could be pulling strings that he knows will work, but when his green eyes flicker back to you, there’s such resignation in them and no, no, you don’t want this beautiful boy – and he is honestly beautiful, even sliding out of shadows – to look this sad.

    Cup of Tea
    Harry wants tea and you want to be taught a lesson. 
    Rating: M. Very.
    Categories: Smut
    Warnings: Daddy!Kink, spankings (rings on, please).
    Preview: “What are you going to do?” you scoff at him. “Drag me across the table and teach me a lesson?”  

    Harry’s swears he feels his palms itch and his fingers twitch. “Don’t tempt me,” he says stiffly. 

     “I’d like to see you try.” Your laugh is derisive and you’re not sure why you’re being quite so contentious, but then he’s leaning over across the corner of the table and has slid his hand into your hair and you think you have your answer.  

    “Paying attention to me now, hmm?” you ask in a dry simper. You refuse to wince when he tugs at the roots, though you breath does catch in your throat.  

    “Is that what you want?” he asks sharply. “You want some attention?” It is, he realizes as he looks into your unflinching eyes – you want this.   

    It’s About Firsts - It’s About Balance Part 003
    T
    here’s two times you realize you’re falling for the boy who isn’t a boy anymore, and one time you realize you’ve already fallen.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Angst, fluff, implied smut
    Preview: You’re squeezing your eyes against tears. Oh, you hate him. Why does he have to say it for the first time now? In the ugliest of fights and war of words you two have ever had?

    “M’a prick,” he moans in quiet anguish as if begging you to forgive him. “M’a tosser, m’a twat, m’a bloody, cowardly git… I am a child, m’everythin’ wrong an’ you’d be right to leave, but m’askin’ yeh please, don’t.”

    More About Babies - It’s About Balance One Shot
    You’re pretty, Harry’s pretty, and you would make pretty babies together.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Fluff, implied smut, Harry as a dad
    Preview: “Tha’ one’s cute, isn’t he, love?” Harry smiles and pulls a face at a big-eyed baby in a cart who promptly sticks out a little pink tongue in happiness and claps his hands together.

    “Yes, love,” you reply. “Very cute.”

    Harry pinches your side knowingly and he doesn’t have to say a word for you to hear him say that your baby would be cuter.

    After Midnight
    Harry comes home late but he’s not the only one who’s up.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Fluff, smut
    Preview: Your hand is slowly gripping down on his arm more and more and you have to bite your lip to contain a whimper. You don’t know how long you torture yourself like this before you feel his breathing start to change from the even pattern of sleep to harsh pulls through his teeth and small groans that break past his lips. If he’s questioning what’s gotten into you, he sure as fuck doesn’t care enough to pursue it.  

    Snowbound
    You’re snowbound with Harry and your son. Cozy, right? But the two of you broke up two and a half years ago.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Angst, smut, drama, fluff, family
    Preview: “You haven’t stopped calling me love all night,” you share your observation. You’re warm and happy enough from the wine, the lack of strife between you two, and the sight of your son that you can bring it up to him without it coming off as rude or mean or something thereof.

    “I haven’t stopped since you left.”

    He says it so casually you’re not sure he really understands the implications. It even takes you a minute to comprehend exactly how he means that, and you hear a faint ringing in your ears when you do.

    Homebound - Snowbound Part 002
    Y
    ou and Harry agreed it was just the one night. Right?
    Rating: T+
    Categories: Fluff, drama, angst, family
    Preview: You could have days like this all the time, before your son was too old to want them and would rather spend time with his friends. You could give your son his father and the father his son, and you could have family snow days, and zoo trips, and lazy days in bed and trips to his shows when the tours he does set off on keep him local.

    You could be kissed into the back of a door every morning.  

    Homebound Addendum - Snowbound Part 002.5 
    Harry’s flat post Homebound.
    Rating: T+
    Categories: Angst, family
    Preview: He can see secret smiles and long-denied skin being unwrapped from inside clothes. He can taste laughs into kisses and desperate shushing against helplessly open mouths. He can smell your hair and feel your skin under his lips as he faded into the best sleep he can remember having in a long, long time.

    He’d had his family back.

    Inbound - Snowbound Part 003
    Dating is too soft of a word – you’re just having a go at being a family.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Fluff, drama, smut, family
    Preview: You knock as loudly as you dare to on his door, suddenly nervous after having plucked up your courage.

    “Come in.”

    You crack his door open and peer in guiltily to find him staring at you from the bed bleary eyed. And yet, you can tell he hasn’t been sleeping, only trying and probably failing like you have been.

    “We’re supposed to spend time together,” you say in a hushed voice that wobbles from nerves.

    Rebound - Snowbound Part 004
    I
    t’s Harry’s turn to crash with you and your son, but you’ve never had anybody over and you don’t know if the walls are soundproof.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Fluff, drama, smut, family
    Preview: You smile sleepily at him and reach for his hands to pull him from his would-be-bed. “You are a performer,” you murmur. “Your physical conditioning is very important. You’ve tried very, very hard to fall asleep, but the fact is,” your eyes sparkle with mischief he hasn’t seen in too long, “this couch gives you a backache.”

    “Yeah?” he asks with an almost dopey grin, dimples popping out.

    “Not good at all.” You lean in and pull his bottom lip in between yours and suckle softly and his fingers slide into your hair with a soft groan. “So Daddy gets to sleep with Mummy tonight.”

    Northbound - Snowbound Part 005 
    Your son is just a little bit curious and a little bit jealous.
    Rating: T
    Categories: Fluff, drama, family
    Preview: “Did you help Daddy?” you ask quietly. “Was it nice getting to see him?”There’s a sleepy little nod and you cradle your baby closer while settling in against the back of the couch. “Sweet boy,” you murmur softly. “It’s okay, go back to sleep. Back to sleep with Mumma now….”

    You feel a pair of eyes on you and you roll your head to find Harry in the doorway. There’s a softness to his gaze as he observes the two of you and you see him nod a bit as if to say “good”.

    This is where the two of you belong.

    Once, Then, and Now - Snowbound Father’s Day Extra
    Father’s Day with Harry before, during, and after the split in Snowbound.
    Rating: K+
    Categories: Fluff, drama, family
    Preview: The first thing he sees is a drawing in crayon – it’s a little scribble-y and abstract, and his hair looks a mess (but he supposes that’s just truthful), and Harry smiles at the two large green dots that are right in the middle of his forehead in the drawing.

    “S’me, innit?”

    “Uh huh,” his son nods. “And that’s me,” he points to a smaller, curly-headed figure in the drawing. “And Mumma’s in the house, but we can’t see her.”

    He points to a blob behind the window that Harry presumes is meant to be you – the colors match your skin and hair, at least somewhat, and he stares at it for a moment before his eyes drift to the message on the other side of the card.

    Schoolbound - Snowbound Part 006
    H
    arry doesn’t want to go to this fundraising, school community event – whatever that is – and you regret your decision to bring him, too.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut, drama, family
    Preview: He kisses your neck again and then drags his nose along the smooth column of it up to your jaw. “Your son is a joy, Mr. Styles. Tell us,” he nuzzles your cheek and then pulls your earlobe between his teeth just for a second. “Does he need a mummy to keep you warm in your bed at night? Whoops-a-daisy, my legs just… fell open.”

    Make This Feel Like Home - Snowbound Flashback Extra
    What was it like for you when you left Harry?
    Rating: T
    Categories: Drama, angst, family
    Preview: It’s in the middle of these quiet sobs of grief that you feel like a child who has run away from home and gotten to the bus station before realizing it was a bad idea – it was a very bad idea, but they have no idea how to get home and they don’t know who to call so they stand in the station and cry and cry until someone offers to help them find their way home.

    Misbound - Snowbound Part 007
    You were both hurt after the split, so where do you stand now that you’re together again?
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut, drama, angst, family
    Preview: “Is this a nail in our coffin?” You hope your voice is steady, but you think he can hear the trembling in it. “We had one last go around?”

    “Is it?” he asks almost snidely but there’s a flash in his eyes and his hand makes a grabby sort of motion – as if he’d wanted to lunge and latch onto you.

    To keep you.

    You stare at him, long and hard. Your silence makes his jaw set and you see his eyes widen just slightly to a panicked setting.

    Memory Bound - Snowbound Part 008
    Your son has a birthday and you have a family.
    Rating: T
    Categories: Drama, fluff, Family
    Preview: “We made a baby.”

    Harry grunts again, sounding slightly less cross and more like a hum.

    “A little baby with ten fingers, and ten toes.” Your voice cracks a bit and it takes Harry a moment before he peels your grip off from around him and turns over. He looks at you with puffy, green eyes that are sleepy and unfocused but they manage to find you somehow.

    “An’ a baby mouth,” he continues. “An’ two eyes, and a nose jus’ like his mumma’s.”

    Curious Girl - Threesome
    You, Harry and a mystery man for one night.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut
    Preview: A new set of hands on the silky, lacy, chic button-up you’d worn out tonight nearly makes you jump, but Harry holds you still, massaging your hips through the dark jeans you’d worn.

    This is okay, you think. You’re allowed this.

    Drive
    You really should have driven, but Harry’s not driving you anywhere after this night.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Drama, smut,
    Preview: Suddenly his nose is against yours, though, and although you know he’s “rubbing off” the kiss, it makes you stiffen and your fingers go slack on his face. Harry, too, has caught onto it, and he’s yet to step back. Your smile is fading and the both of you are still as statues until he bumps it – just a bit – against yours. Your heart drums aggressively in your chest as you timidly bump back, and there’s a pause where neither of you move beyond that; then, he nuzzles once more. They’re Eskimo kisses, for all intents and purposes – soft little affectionate rubs while you exchange breaths of peppermint and chamomile.

    Bedbound - Snowbound Part 009
    Harry’s sick and misery loves company.
    Rating: T
    Categories: Drama, fluff, family
    Preview: Harry grumbles in response, and you kiss his cheek. He, in turn, rolls his head to you and peeks through his lashes at you. Green eyes flicker over your face for a moment with almost feverish confusion – but you’ve touched his forehead and he’s perfectly cool – and then he sighs and bends his arm to stroke your cheek with the back of his unusually ringless knuckles.

    “Was wondering about you,” you comment, still stroking his hairline. “You didn’t come get me.”

    Harry cracks a smile, eyes falling shut. “You were mad a’me,” he slurs by way of explanation.

    You press your lips to his temple, humming your confirmation. “Go back to sleep,” you whisper. “Sorry for waking you.”

    Discovery Bound - Snowbound Part 010
    In which you, Harry, and your son receive company for breakfast.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Drama, fluff, smut, family
    Preview: “Y’okay?” you ask with your palm on a sweat-dampened shoulder of his t-shirt.

    Harry grunts once.

    “Someone at the door,” you tell him.

    “Yeah,” he says, speaking at last with a gravelly voice.

    “Your son wants breakfast,” you try again.

    “He’ll wait.”

    You huff, and although your limbs are still heavy with sleep and orgasmic bliss, you wriggle out from underneath the blankets.

    “C’mback to bed,” he whines deeply.

    No Running - Snowbound Flashback Extra
    Harry came back to a home without a heart.
    Rating: T
    Categories: Drama, angst, family
    Preview: Harry has a feeling when he gets home with an exhausted call of “Daddy’s home” that something is wrong. The jackhammering of the needle over his heart, an impulsive decision that he doesn’t regret – not now, not ever – is still ringing loudly in his ears, but that’s the only sound in his ears.

    It’s still – too much so. There’s no life in the flat, not even sleeping.

    It’s cold.

    Store Bound Snowbound Part 011 
    Popstar Papas don’t like the Paparazzi.
    Rating: T
    Categories: Drama, fluff, family
    Preview: “Because there were five bloody photographers shootin’ photos through the glass storefront of a fuckin’ Tesco, that’s why! I want to know why they’re of interest! I want to know why they were followed!” you hear him shouting. “Families are off limits!”

    “Daddy’s angry,” your son observes and you sigh as you stroke his hair. You’ve sat yourself on the floor, still in your jacket, and your son’s is on your lap, having just been removed in a fierce tugging battle.

    “Yeah,” you agree and you wince when you hear a heavy thud from the office. “But he’s not angry with us.”

    “He’s angry at the people taking pictures?”

    Lovebound - Snowbound Part 012 
    Never put off till tomorrow that which can be said today.
    Rating: T
    Categories: Drama, angst, family
    Preview: His heart is starting to thump in his chest and he’s getting scared.

    “Where’re your jogging bottoms?” he asks hoarsely, slowly – like whatever is going on with you will hear him and decide to accelerate and he won’t be able to help however he can. His eyes are lit up and alert, locked on you and looking for the most minute changes.You inhale shakily. 

    “Drawer,” you answer weakly.

    You Could Have
    It’s been so long….
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut
    Preview: “How many girls get brought backstage to fuck Harry Styles?” you ask quietly, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt.

    He bites his lip and his brow furrows on the heels of his sharp inhale. “Jus’ the one.”

    You pause at that.

    “Jus’ you,” he stresses. “You’re the one, Christ.”

    Holiday One Shots!

    More About Christmas – It’s About Balance Holiday One Shot
    Oh the weather outside is frightful….
    Rating: M
    Categories: Fluff, drama, family, smut
    Preview: He’s only just come in, because snowflakes are still clinging to his coat and the few that dot his wild curls are melting before your eyes. Harry’s cheeks and nose are pink from the cold and winds, and his bag is thrown carelessly to the side along with his boots, the only part of his outfit he’s managed to toe off.

    He smiles crookedly, smugly, a single dimple burrowing on the side of his mouth that’s lifting. “What’s ha—“

    His greeting is cut off when you all but collide with him, inhaling the cold smell of the outside off his coat mixed with the warm, spicy scent off the tan skin of his neck.

    “Alright, alright,” he laughs as you grip his coat, but his own viselike hold around you betrays a degree of his own desperation. “Can I have a look at yeh?”

    You shake your head against him and feel one of his large hands run over the back of your head, stroking your hair gently as he chuckles warmly. “Not yet then?”

    Holiday Bound – Snowbound Holiday One Shot
    Christmas makes you want to be with people you love.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Fluff, drama, family, smut
    Preview: “Daddy?”

    “Mmm?” Harry acknowledges his son while smoothing out a thick edge of the dough.

    “Did you used to do this?” he asks, voice pitching up at the end.

    “What?” Harry asks. “Bake biscuits? ‘Course, yeh goose.”

    “Before you became a singer?”

    “Mmhm,” Harry hums. “Where’s the tree? Think we need a few more trees, don’t you?”

    Three Wisemen and a Lemon Curd - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Holiday One Shot
    Christmas dinner with all the fixings.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Drama, angst, smut
    Preview: It isn’t that you belong to each other, but with each other. You belong with him, and he belongs with you. He’s sure of it, though he fought against notions of how nice it would be to have someone who understood him and who he was apart from a popstar for almost as long as he’s been attracted to you. You’re the girl who ordered lemon curds and who split them with him when he came to visit while talking to him about all the little things he was missing by leading his extraordinary life. So much had changed, but you hadn’t, and he thinks you’re one of only a handful of people who know him for who he is rather than who he’s become.

    How is he supposed to look your family in the eye when he’s got such weighted thoughts as these on his mind?

    Short Shots

    The Tipping Point
    Harry’s halfway around the world and you still help him.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut
    Preview: Harry swallows hard and licks his lips, steeling himself while he strokes and squeezes up and down his girth. “’Right, love,” he mutters breathlessly to you although you are halfway around the world from him. “Help m’out.”

    The Deal
    Harry and you have a deal, but he thought the two of you ran together.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut, angst (momentarily)
    Preview: “Thought you fuckin’ knew,” he mutters, leaning against your counter. “S’not a fuckin’ deal anymore. We get on, don’t we?” He’s shaking his head and your body feels tingly from adrenaline and discovery.

    Pain Kink
    Harry gives you a tattoo and you have a go at him.
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut
    Preview: “You can fuck me,” you inform him breathily. “Instead of using your hand after.”

    He doesn’t respond, finishing his final strokes.

    “Harry?” you press. “Would you fuck me once you’re through here?”

    The polite innocence with which the question is asked comes in stark contrast to the crude content of it and the desired result. You smile slightly when you spy a noticeable change in his coloring.

    Suddenly silence roars in the room as the machine clicks off and the aggravated buzzing ceases to fill the space. 

    More About Moments - It’s About Balance Short Shot
    It’s the little moments that reveal the most. 
    Rating: M
    Categories: Smut
    Preview: You wear the very jumper he has on now to bed later that night, and you add it to the pile of clothes that have been steadily building up in your flat. When he pulls it out from under the tangle of blankets when the two of you are getting dressed the next morning, you pull it back and jerk your chin towards one of the other ones lying around your bedroom.

    “Why?” he asks, a bit of an indignant pinch in his voice. “S’chilly out! That’s a t-shirt!”

    You pat his stomach gently on the way by to throw the jumper into one of your drawers. You’ll wear it when he’s gone and bury your nose in it and look for markers of him, and you, and hope that the moments without him are more fleeting than the ones with him.

    Coffee Shops and Scars

    Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”

    Word Count: 3,434

    Pairing: Newt x Reader

    Warning: Mentions of blood

    Requested by @ah-excuse-me but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


    Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.

    You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.

    “Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.

    You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”

    She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”

    “Yes.” You grumble.

    “Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.

    You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.

    “Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”

    You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.

    “Leaned against an open oven?”

    “With their upper arm?”

    She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”

    “Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.

    Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”

    “I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.

    You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.

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    I Want It Fast, I Want It Loud, I Want It My Way

    a/n: THIS PICTURE FUCK. i’ve rode many of things in my lifetime. ;-) just not a thigh, so this might not be accurate but heyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. and if we’re gonna be honest here, how many of y'all actually even rode a dick? let alone a thigh hahaha.  love y'all :-) (smut warning obviously) 


    I’m tired. I can feel the familiar ache in my body. I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for hours on end with no interruption. “C'mon, love, lets go.” I whine into Harry’s ear. His arm that is wrapped around my hip tightens, “okay, hold on.” He absentmindedly replies. I huff out. I don’t want to hold on. What the hell am I supposed to hold on to anyways? I notice a chair on the other side of the room and I instinctively follow to it. 

     When I am seated, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. “Alright, up you get. It’s time to go, yeah?” Harry awakes me from my quick nap, a whine slips from my lips as I’m placed on my feet. “No.” Harry chuckles lowly as he bends down and urges me to get on my back. A sleepy smile etches on my face as I climb onto him. He stands up with ease. My head falls onto his shoulder as I fall asleep with Harry’s scent lingering around me. 

     * 

     It’s hot. I can feel sweat seeping through my shirt. 

    My eyes open and adjust to the darkness. The clock reads three-thirty A.M., I can hear Harry’s breathing next to me. It’s relaxing. His arms are pulled under his pillow as he lies his head on it, curly hair flopping over. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can’t help but look at his lips. They are such a nice shape, they’re so pink and full. The shirt I have on is soaked through with sweat as I peel it off my scorching body. The cool air soothes my skin and I sigh with relief. 

    With my head back onto my pillow, I continue to stare at sleeping Harry. How can one human have so much beauty to them? Not just his looks either, he has a beautiful soul as well. My eyes skim back to his lips. God, his lips. If only they were kissing me right now. Down my neck, onto my collar bone. Biting and nipping, leaving a hickey in its place. 

     I play with the idea of waking him up just to do that, but he needs his sleep. When I make up my mind to be a good girlfriend, I groan and roll over. I hate that I’m a good person sometimes. My head is still spinning with the thought of Harry kissing me all over as I close my eyes and try to sleep. Minutes pass before I huff out and grab my phone. 

    Looks like I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. One perk of having a famous boyfriend is that I can look up smut about him and totally try it the next time we have sex. And that’s what I do. I head over to my Tumblr app and type in “Harry Styles smut”. The first thing that pops up is an ask. The ask reads “OKAY but imagine riding harry’s thigh i Am HURT. You would grind down on him and it would hit your clit just right and his hands would leave marks on your hips and he could feel you soaking through his jeans, and he just gets off to you getting off FUCK”. 

     Okay what in the hell is thigh riding and why am I so wet now? My mind starts racing after smut with thigh riding involved. I’ve never heard of thigh riding, but I’m already liking it. I stay up a few more minutes, maybe hours, who really knows? Looking at smut that includes thigh riding. I’m aching for the feeling of it right now. My internal conflict is raging inside me and I think I have to wake Harry. The sleeping boy next to me looks so peaceful. How could I wake him up just to ride his thigh? I can feel myself pulsing for this feeling. “Fuck.” I groan out, I can’t wait any longer. My hand starts to shake his sleeping body, “Harry.” All he does is let out a soft groan. This is going to be harder than I thought. With a swift pull from the covers, both of our bodies are uncovered. 

    Harry is naked from his hips up and he looks fucking great. The tattoos sprawled across his toned body never looked so appealing in my life. I want to run my tongue over everyone of them. Black  shorts that were around my hips fall off with a swift motion from my arms, my underwear following. Fire is in my veins. Harry visibly shutters from the loss of the covers but I climb on top of him to bring him warmth.

     "Y/N?“ He mutters, his voice raspier and deeper from sleep. Fuck, I’m literally dripping for this green eyed man. “Baby, I want to try something..” I say while unleashing kisses to his jaw and neck. “At-” He stops to check the time, “5:47 in the morning?” Huh, guess I was looking at smut longer than I thought. “Yes baby, please, I’m literally dripping for you. Plus, you have to get up an hour anyways for work.” I moan out, I can already feel his erection through his pajama pants. “Well if you insist.” He smirks. “What did you want to try?” He sits up holding me in his lap. My legs are by each of his hips and his large hands are roaming my back, hips, and thighs. “Well it’s kinda weird, but I really want to try it.” I tug my lip into my teeth, nervously awaiting his response. “Yeah? What’s it then love?” “Well- I- just- let me show you. Take off your pants.” I instruct with a shaky voice, he obliges as he lifts me off his lap. He is left in his tight boxer briefs. 

    I manage to mount back onto his lap, positioning myself over his left thigh. “What’re you doing babe?” Harry asks me with puzzlement in his eyes. “Just..” I moan out as I begin to move hips on his lap. The contact of my clit to his thin boxers form incoherent moans. Harry’s hands move to my hips, gripping them. “Oh so you like thigh riding, huh?” Harry’s voice is like gravel on a road sending me to move faster as his hands insinuate rapid movements. My head nods feverishly as he moves me faster. I feel his lips attach to my breasts, sucking lightly. 

    Curls are in my hands as I rock back and forth in his thigh. Cotton boxers against my clit work expertly together with the collaboration of my movements and Harry’s lips. Pleasure is racing through me leaving a beating heart and restless moans. Thoughts are construed in my mind as I try to piece together all the overwhelming things that are enveloping around me. Fuck, I’m so close. “Harry…” I moan out and he gets the hint. His inked hands grip my love handles tighter and my moves pick up pace as we move with the rhythm of an imaginary tempo. “Come for me.” Harry barely whispers in my ear as he adds a nibble to my ear lobe and before I can stop myself, I am sent over the top. An orgasm rattles through me with blacked out vision and shaking hands. Spearmint surrounds me as my head collapses into Harry'a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into that.” Harry’s voice flows out to me and I laugh, “Yeah I didn’t either.” The clock now reads six-fifteen. 

    Before Harry can react, I roll off of him and fall into my spot on our bed. The covers are pulled up over me, I hum in response. “Get some sleep, my angel.” Are words I hear before I drift off.

    Girl Next Door

    Y/N had grown up next to Harry her whole life, he had only been two years older so they got along like peanut butter and jelly, ever since Y/N and Harry could walk they had been attached at hip. He came over and would have a tea party with her, she would tug at his curls, attempting to put a crown on him, he never minded. She would run over and play soccer with him, kicking the ball around, getting mud all over her.

    Harry, and everyone else, thought of her as the perfect girl next door. Her father, a lawyer, her mother a stay at home mom, a helicopter mom. She watched her daughter all the time, making sure she was studying and getting the right marks at school. She pushed Y/N to join everything and anything she could. Y/N, of course, listened. She was active in middle school, she was on student council and drama club, between those two and studying she hardly saw Harry, and the two started to drift apart.

    In high school Harry had found his group, a group Y/N did not like, and her parents hated. They made Y/N cut all ties with the Styles boy. Harry had traded in his soccer ball for drinks, he traded in his silly puns for sex, and his clean skin for tattoos and piercings. Y/N at first was upset, but then she found herself too busy to care.

    Y/N had started at the bottom, literally. She began as a base for cheering, and by her sophomore year she was a flyer. Her junior year she was voted as caption, which her mother loved, but Y/N, not so much. With being caption, class president, and vice president of drama club she found herself overwhelmed. Her school life began at seven am and didn’t stop till one am, she forced herself to stay awake and study, keeping college in mind at all times.

    Every once and a while she would peek out her window, where she could see into Harry window. When they were little they would write notes to each other, holding them up to window. When they reached middle school they would call each other, but sit by the window and watch each other as they spoke into the phone, Harry would watch as she would giggle at a stupid joke, and stick her tongue out at him. She would watch him run a hand through his long brown curls, which he now had chopped off. Now when she looks over the room would be empty, the lights off, or she would catch him smoking out the window, blowing out the toxin into the air. When Harry looked over she was always sat on her bed, studying, or she was at her desk working on another essay. Things weren’t the same anymore.

    Before Y/N would tell Harry everything, on her worst nights, when she just couldn’t sleep, Harry would climb into her window and hold her close. They would whisper to each other, coming up with plans for the future. Y/N and Harry would run off to New York, where Y/N could be a dancer on Broadway, and Harry would find his career in music, they would be the best of friends, sharing an apartment and laughing all the time. They would run out and one am and get Chinese food and walk Times Square, they would camp out to watch shows, it seemed so simple, so real, at the time. Now she’s left alone in her room, not being able to sleep, the tears leaving her eyes every night.

    “Hey,” Jade places a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, grabbing the girl’s attention.

    Y/N hadn’t even noticed how she drifted off, staring at her former best friend. He leaned against his locker, arm draped over a girl’s shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he looked down at her. She was giggling, her cheeks red as she trailed her hand up and down his chest.

    “Sorry,” Y/N blushed, closing her locker and turning to the blonde, “what were you saying?”

    “The girls and I are going to get our nails done after school if you want join!” Jade smiled, gripping her books.

    Y/N smiled softly, “oh I wish,” she pouts, “but I have rehearsals.”

    “You’re in need of a break,” Jade says, “how do you live?”

    “I’m not sure,” Y/N responds, a breathless chuckle leaving her lips.

    The bell rings and she turns, “I’ll see you tonight at the game,” Y/N called, walking down the hall.

    She waves to a couple of people as she walks to her class. Once Y/N reaches her room she slips into her seat, pulling her note book and pen out. Harry walks into the room, walking all the way to the back where his friends sat. His eyes land on Y/N, she’s doing what she has done for years when she was stressed, twirling her hair around her finger and then lightly tugging on it.

    Harry can’t help but admire her body in the uniform she’s wearing. She had grown up for sure, the blue and white fabric hugged her body, showing off her tiny waist and her nice handful of boobs, Harry was sure if she bent down he would be able to catch a glimpse of her bum. He frowned when Scott pulled up the chair next to her, shrugging off his letterman jacket and kissing her cheek. Just like the perfect caption of the team and girl next door she had the perfect boyfriend.

    Harry hated Scott Edelman more than he hated anyone else in the world. The guy seemed to make everyone smile, he was nice, and perfect for her, but Harry never trusted him. Scott’s hand would sometimes slip lower than Y/N wanted, and sometimes his eyes would linger on her chest when she wouldn’t notice, but Harry did, he could see it from down the hall.

    “How was your morning?” Scott asked, tapping his fingers on the desk.

    “It was good, I went for a run, nothing big, Mr. Brown is killing me though. He just edited my essay and I have to go home and fix it tonight after the game,” Y/N answered, rubbing her forehead, “what about you?”

    “It was okay, does this mean you aren’t coming over after the game?” Scott frowned.

    “I’m sorry,” Y/N says.

    Scott sighed, leaning back. Anytime he invited Y/N over and she knew his parents weren’t home something always came up, and he was getting tired of it.

    “Are you actually going to sleep with me or are you going to be a stuck up prude for the rest of your life,” Scott whispered, anger clear in his tone, “if you loved me you would sleep with me.”

    “It’s because I love you I’m going to give you this warning,” Y/N says, her voice low, she leans over so her lips are next to his ear, “if you so much as touch me when I say no, or keep pushing me to sleep with you, I will kick you so hard in the dick you won’t ever be able to please yourself again let alone another human being.”

    She pulled away, sitting back in her seat, her eyes on the board as the teacher begins to speak. The rest of her day goes by quick, rehearsal dragged on too much for her liking.

    Harry hardly attended football games, but tonight was different, and he was thankful his friend dragged him out. He had promised Nina, the girl draped around his arm earlier, that he would take her home after the game, but he couldn’t focus on her. Instead, as always, his eyes drifted to Y/N. She was in the air, two girls gripping her ankles, her right hand on her hip, her other up in the air as she smiled at the fans in the crowd.

    “She’s hot, I hear her and Scott are getting it in after the game,” Niall remarked, handing Harry the flask he had hidden in his jacket.

    Harry takes it, letting the alcohol fall down his throat, “nah, she’s too much of a prude,” Harry shakes his head, chuckling, “she’s all about waiting for marriage.”

    “Boring,” Niall rolled his eyes, everyone around them stood up to cheer, “are you hanging out with Nina afterwards?”

    “Maybe, she’s getting a little too clingy for my liking,” Harry sighed.

    “She a good fuck?” Niall raised an eyebrow, grabbing the flask and putting it back in his pocket.

    “She’s okay, maybe I’ll ring up Stella,” Harry said.

    “I’m gonna go smoke,” Harry says as halftime rolled by.

    He walks down the stairs and goes down the alley way to head towards the school. He stops, hearing a small sob, a sob he heard too many times in his childhood. He peeks around the corner to see Y/N pressed against the wall, Scott has her arms pinned over her head, kissing her neck.

    “Stop,” she pleads.

    Harry feels his blood boiling, his fist tightening, but before he can act she does it herself. Her knee bending, and kicking up in between Scotts legs. Scott groans, backing away, and she shoves at him, making him tumble back.

    “Don’t ever touch me again,” she yelled, sniffling and wiping her eyes, “or I’ll report you for harassment.”

    Harry watches as she walks briskly towards him, she freezes, seeing him in front of her. Her eyes are glossy, her lipstick is smudged, cheeks pink and puffy. She looks scared and her hair is slightly a mess, her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself. They stand, eyes connected, she can’t help but not look into the same green eyes she used to love, the same eyes that would watch her dance around her room.

    She drops her head, walking past Harry, her shoulder bumping into his arm. Harry sucks in a sharp breath, walking towards Scott, he hits his side, a quick and hard kick making Scott groan, “if you so much as look at her, I swear to god, I’ll kill you myself,” Harry says, spitting near his head.

    Part Two

    Something New | NSFW

    Summary: You’ve been putting it off, but you finally asked your boyfriend about something you’ve been wanting to try.

    Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

    Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, light B*SM

    Word Count: 1,525

    A/N: Read if you’re only 18+. This is my first time, dabbling into this, so take that into consideration. Yeah, the D is censored to keep it out of the tag. How about that LSB though??? Anyways, enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.


    You had been dating your boyfriend, Tom, for about a year now. Everything was great with him. You both had learned to love long distance and he would always come and visit you on his days off, and vice versa. You always looked forward to the days off because that meant lying in bed with him — naked. You just loved feeling vulnerable with him and cuddling, but on other days, you guys wouldn’t stop. It was heaven for you, but you wanted to try something different the next time you saw him — that was this weekend. Tom would be coming home after a long press tour for his new movie and would have two weeks off in London. You were going to bring it up to him and hope it wouldn’t scare him away.

    You heard a knock on your door and you opened it to a messy, curly hair, tired, brown eyed boy with bags on his back and feet. You smiled and kissed him softly, and helped him with his things into your apartment. You didn’t speak to him. You knew he was exhausted. After he put everything down, he approached you and just hugged you. This was typical and you both would just hold each other in embrace for a while.

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    My headcanon of how the reylo cliff scene will play out.

    Ahch-to, sixth months after the destruction of Starkiller base…

    “You’ve been busy,” Rey shouts over the violent sea wind that swirls in the space between them. “Did you find what you’ve been looking for?”

    “You know I have, Scavenger.” Kylo Ren ignites his lightsaber at his side and its unstable crackle seems to drown everything out. Rey doesn’t reach for her own lightsaber, which is still secured to her belt. She stands her ground, waiting for him to come at her. She appraises the jagged scar that bisects his face, feeling a quick burst of pride at finally seeing her handiwork.

    “I’m here for your master,” even though he speaks quietly, his words swirl through her head across the distance between them.

    “I have no master.” Rey juts her chin out defiantly, knowing he won’t expect this.

    He arches a single eyebrow, his head almost imperceptibly twitches towards the temple at the top of the island as his hair whips around his face from a massive gust of wind. He knows they can both feel Luke’s force signature up there, tucked away. Hiding like the coward he is.

    “How did you find us?” She shouts at him, fists clenched at her side, itching for a fight and waiting for him to make the first move.

    ‘You know how.’ His lips don’t move but his words fill her head nonetheless. Her jaw clenches tightly, teeth grinding together at the invasion of her mind. At this close proximity, it is impossible to keep him out. Just as it is impossible for him to keep her out of his own mind.

    ‘You call out for me every night. It is all I can hear, all I can feel. You consume my entire being, your longing drives me to the brink of insanity.’ His thoughts are again forcibly pushed into her mind. The invasion of his words is excruciatingly warm and soft as his presence ripples along the edge of her mind.

    “Enough!” She yells, hand finally going to her lightsaber. She draws it and lights it in one swift arcing motion, the cool blue glow pooling around her. ‘You know it isn’t me that’s calling for you.’ She adds as an afterthought, almost not meaning to send the thought to him. Only when his expression darkens does she realize he heard it too.

    “So you think it is our bond alone that calls to me?” He is talking out loud now, approaching her at a steady pace. His upsilon class shuttle left empty behind him, awaiting the return of its pilot. “You think it’s the bond that whispers my name feverishly in its sleep?” His lightsaber is still dangling in a lazy grip at his side.

    They are closer now, only a few aching meters between them. Rey stands her ground, gripping her lightsaber in a fighting stance despite the fact that he has yet to raise his.

    “The bond that is practically singing now that we are finally together again?” He almost sounds hopeful. The hard affection in his voice makes her stomach turn over. She thinks of Han tumbling from the walkway on Starkiller. She thinks of the last time she saw Finn, unconscious and kept alive by machines. She thinks of Poe slumped in a chair at Finn’s bedside, whimpering in his sleep, nightmares of having his mind torn to shreds keeping him from getting any rest.

    “The bond that is just another in a long list of atrocities committed by you,” she hisses at him, palms sweating against the warm metal of her lightsaber. She adjusts her grip.

    “Oh, my dear Scavenger,” his lips peel back from his teeth in a grim smile, he shakes his head as if he regrets it, “you are so, so mistaken. This bond is your doing.” He sounds so confident and sure that it causes her to hesitate. He feels the doubt sinking into her and latches on to it. “You’ve known all along, you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. You pushed back into my mind.” He reaches up with his free hand and taps his left temple. “You created this connection with your clumsy and amateur fumbling into my head.”

    “Liar!” She regrets the word as soon as she shouts it at him, he can see her weakness now. Her anger.

    Her accusation seems to encourage him even more, his grim smile transforming into a more genuine one, which is the scariest she has ever seen him look. He looks as if he is a predator sensing an opening, ready to pounce on its prey.

    “This is why you need me to teach you, you are too powerful for your own good.”

    “I have a teacher,” she responds sharply, trying to school the tone of her voice into something calmer and more even.

    He raises an eyebrow at this.

    “A teacher,” she clarifies, “not a master.” Luke’s words to her when she had first arrived on Ahch-to float through her mind and she knows that Kylo can hear it as well. ‘It’s time for the Jedi to end.’

    “Whatever you call him,” Kylo shakes his head as if to forcibly remove the voice from his mind, “I am here to destroy him.”

    “You will have to go through me,” she straightens her back, preparing for him to come at her with that red abomination of a blade. He narrows his eyes. He can’t understand why Luke isn’t here, why would he send his student out to face Kylo alone? Surely he knows that there is no way she could best him in a fight when he is at his full strength as he is now.

    “No, I need you alive,” he responds in a tightly controlled voice, still not making a move with his ignited lightsaber. The saber spits and hisses like it is dying for its chance to maim and destroy.

    “You need me alive or your master does?” Rey knows it probably isn’t wise to taunt him.

    “I do. I need you alive,” Kylo brings his fist up to slam against his own chest, she isn’t sure if she is indicating himself or his heart when he hits his left side. “Snoke wants you dead.” The treason falls from his lips and he is quaking with the release of it. The traitorous thoughts that have been broiling inside of him all this time are finally voiced.

    “Then why not kill me?” She is whispering, she knows he can hear her perfectly fine even though the wind eats up her words as they spill out of her mouth.

    ‘You know why.’ His expression softens.

    White-hot anger burns through her, at first she thinks it is coming from his end of the bond, but then she realizes it is from within her. An untapped well of anger is overflowing and tearing through her entire body, threatening to engulf her. Anger at him. Anger at herself.

    She makes the first move, charging towards him with her saber in a two handed grip. He barely has time to wipe the startled look from his face and bring his own saber up into a defensive position. Their blades crackle viciously as they come together and she pulls back again to hack at him. She has practiced lightsaber forms tirelessly since Starkiller, she can be graceful and precise. Right now, she is a violent and angry creature trying with single-minded determination to cut him down. In the back of his mind he acknowledges this is the most beautiful she has ever looked to him.

    It is all he can do to block her attacks without going on the offensive. She is backing him towards a cliff that drops off into the tumultuous sea below. He thinks about reaching into her mind and stealing her consciousness as he has done before, but he can’t muster the concentration necessary as she rains strike after strike down on him at a relentless pace.

    His heels scrabble against the edge of the cliff and he dodges her last blow, sidestepping her and hoping she catches herself before she tumbles over the edge. She doesn’t. He reaches out with the force to try and stop her fall but it is too late, she has already disappeared over the edge.

    He leans over the cliff, stomach twisted into a knot. He knows she didn’t die on impact because he can feel her life force still connected to his. A dark figure is sinking beneath the waves below.

    Without another thought, he drops his disengaged lightsaber in the grass and dives after her.

    The water is ice cold and the current is unforgiving as he tries to locate her. He unclasps his cloak and kicks it away, the heavy fabric is dragging him down and only helping the water as it tugs him in every direction other than towards Rey. He sucks in one last breath and dives.

    The silence beneath the waves is terrifying. He has grown so used to catching glimpses of Rey’s random thoughts and emotions since they forged their bond that the lack of her incessant inner monologue is deafening. He finally catches sight of her, she is slowly drifting downwards. His grandfather’s lightsaber is sinking like a rock beneath her almost as if it sacrificed the heavy weight it bore to allow her to hang suspended in the murky water.

    Her hair has been jostled loose from the tight buns and is fanned around her. He calls out to her mind, not with words but instead with a sense of urgency and panic. There is no answering feeling from her end of their connection.

    He kicks towards her and wraps an arm around her waist. Her body is limp and arches backwards as he drags her to the surface. His pulse is pounding in his ears so loudly that it feels like it is the heartbeat of the ocean itself.

    When they finally breach the surface he smooths her tangled hair back and pats her face with his sopping leather gloved hand. He pulls her head up, cupping her cheek.

    “Scavenger,” he murmurs, “Rey, wake up.” He lets his forehead fall onto hers, trying to delve into her mind. It is silent, so terrifyingly silent. He can’t take it. Even when she sleeps he can hear her, or at least get an impression of her feelings. The nothingness is all consuming and far too cold.

    The waves are still swirling around them and tossing them like a wayward piece of flotsam but Kylo clings to her as if she is the one keeping them afloat.

    After too many painful moments, she splutters and the violent coughing fit is the best sound he has ever heard. He grips her waist tighter and slides her up his chest, making sure she is above the water and can gulp down the precious air she has been lacking. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist and her grip is like iron on his shoulders.

    “I’ve got you,” he soothes a hand down her lower back and she is still gasping desperately, a dead weight in his arms. Of course she wouldn’t know how to swim. It’s only by the grace of the force lending him strength that he is able to tread water for so long and hard enough to keep them both alive.

    She looks down at him, startled, realizing finally where she is. She yanks back from him and he tightens his grip on her, not willing to let her fall back beneath the water. Not willing to admit how complete he feels holding her after so much time spent skimming along her mind, capturing the pathetic scraps of thought and emotion she would drop for him.

    “I’ve got you,” he repeats in the same soothing voice, but this time it isn’t a reassurance for her and is instead a declaration of victory. She finally sags into his arms, the tension leaving her body, trusting him to keep them afloat. She buries her face into his drenched hair.

    “I know,” she whispers.

    Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)

    Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.

    Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

    Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW. 

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    A/N: So, originally, this was supposed to be a thing in my fanfic “Colour Bruise” which I haven’t updated in ages. I am planning on finishing the story but for now, enjoy this. ;-)

    Words: 1789
    Warnings: lime, a lot of swearing

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