and idk if you say careful your mouth barely moves but whatever

Inktober 15, 2017 - and an end of Voltron, Season 4 fanfic thing

What do you want with me?

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After the meeting in which Allura granted Lotor sanctuary at the castle, Keith was the first to leave the room. His normally quiet footfall smacked of thunder down the wide corridors, but all he heard was the litany of doubts that the rest of Team Voltron had expressed, regularly interspersed with the one thing Shiro specifically said to him.

‘Keith, that’s enough.’

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The Kitchens

part vii

Sirius shifted his shoulder slightly to the left, allowing pork to be tonged onto his plate and trying desperately to focus on what his mother was saying.

“You’re checking in with your studies, I presume? Regulus’ professor has informed me he checks in nearly every other day.” If his mother could have a ‘fond’ look, she flashed it at Regulus then.

Sirius stabbed at his plate, nodding for a moment and looking up to Regulus, “Because he has nothing better to do.”

Regulus narrowed his eyes, “And you do?”

Sirius felt a blissful burn ignite in his chest, images of Remus’ nose scrunching, head thrown back as he pressed their bodies together filling his head. Images of him smiling, flour on his cheek and hair slightly curlier from the heat of the oven.

He smirked. Things wasn’t the right word, but he was definitely otherwise occupied.

His mother took a disapproving sip of wine, “Quiet. Regulus,” Sirius almost rolled his eyes. Regulus Regulus Regulus, “have you told your brother of your acquirement?”

Sirius stopped chewing for a moment, eyes flicking to Regulus, watching his face. His brother’s eyes remained fixed on his plate, pushing what little food he had there around. Sirius’ jaw resumed slowly, trying to relax the small knot forming in his stomach, “Acquirement?”

His mother’s smile was dripping with pride, her tongue flicking against her teeth with the need to tell every soul she could about this news, “Oh, yes. Our cousins, the Lestranges. A powerful family, not like us, of course, but they have their uses. They’ve formed a “society,” as they’re calling it. Stupid name.” The queen had pork in her teeth as she rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh, “Regulus, won’t you tell your brother?”

Sirius’ eyes moved to Regulus, wide. He knew what society meant. He knew what doing anything involving the Lestranges meant. His cousins wanted nothing but power for what they considered “pure” bloodlines. Pure nobility, pure beauty. Purity away from poverty, from lower class people they deemed peasants. They were ruthless and cruel and Sirius despised them. He didn’t wonder, then, why that had gone to Regulus instead of him, the future monarch. He didn’t make his hatred secret. Sirius waited for Regulus’ eyes to find his, but they didn’t.

“It’s a political movement.” Regulus said to his lap, “A revolution, if you will. It will keep us in power.” Only then did his eyes raise, “I am to be the representative of the Black household.”

They looked at each other for silently and, for a moment, Sirius thought he saw a younger version of the boy in front of him now, less silent, less…this. For a moment Regulus looked like he had before, when he hated Sirius’ outbreaks, hated when he argued against mother. Hated what he brought down on himself, after.

Don’t, Sirius. Please, don’t.

Then it was gone, and Regulus looked away.

Sirius put his fork down, “A revolution, huh? Is that their kind word for increasing taxes? For starving the villagers?”

“Hold your tongue.” His mother snapped at him.

Sirius grit his teeth, “They’re full of greed and nothing else. Greed for themselves-“

“And they have placed your brother at a top position.” His mother’s lip was curling, her fingertips clawing into the table. Sirius knew what it meant. He knew what he was in for. He couldn’t stop.

“They do know he’ll never be king. They’ll have nothing when I-“

“That,” The queen snarled, “Will be a very long time from now. Unless you are implying otherwise.”

Sirius felt his cheeks flush, anger burning his chest. Of course she would jump to that conclusion, of course she would want to make him seem just like them, twisted, scheming, power-hungry, “I imply nothing.”

And that was it. The last word, as usual, was hers.

Sirius sat quietly at desert, heart aching at the slice of chocolate cake in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to be down in the kitchens with Remus, alone and surrounded by the heat of him, his warmth and the comfort he offered. He couldn’t help but glance at Regulus who sat straight, answering whatever questions his mother asked him in the exact way she wanted him too. Sirius couldn’t do that, he’d never been able to do that. Even when they were young, Sirius had never stayed in his seat, he’d never held his tongue, not like Regulus. Regulus who was slowly being corrupted, fixed under the control of the family, the cruelty. And nothing Sirius could do would stop it, stop him. He’d been completely shut out by his baby brother. Just like by everyone else. Always the outcast.

He couldn’t remember when he’d started getting beaten for it, but he supposed that was why. He wasn’t the perfect son. He wasn’t the perfect king. He just… wasn’t.

He barely touched the cake, and he was glad for this, for after the table had been cleared and he’d been instructed to follow his mother into her study, he emptied the contents of his stomach out in the privacy of his bathroom, the action stinging his newly sliced cheek, and making the quickly forming bruise over his left ribs ache painfully.

He fell asleep on the cool, stone floor, bloodied and aching for the one person who couldn’t come.


James looked distressed when he came back to the kitchens, bearing Sirius’ breakfast tray, still ladened with most of the food. Remus looked at it, then looked at James.

James put up a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “Too much wine, I think. Life of the royals, yeah?”

Remus pulled the tray towards him slowly, nodding. The napkin was still folded and he made a show of picking up the silverware so James wouldn’t notice him slipping the small piece of parchment from between the folds, “Right.” He offered a smile of his own, one that didn’t reach his eyes, “Happen often?”

James’ smile wilted a bit, and he picked up an apple, leaning his back against the table. Remus could only see half of his face, “I’d say so.”

Remus picked up on… something. Something in his voice that he didn’t like. But James didn’t stay long enough for further questioning, instead picking up a rather large basket of shoes and polish. Remus could at least be glad he didn’t have to do that. He looked down at the piece of paper in his palm.

Care to finish what we started?

Lake. Nightfall.

He sighed. It had taken half his courage to write it, the other half to send it upstairs. He felt foolish now, seeing it unread in his open palm. The other night was still with him, as vividly as it had happened hours ago. He’d catch himself thinking of it mid-work, cheeks hot, breathing heavy. It had been incredible, and it was driving him mad. It was unfinished. It was a madness he could deal with, as long as there was the promise of more, of time. Time together. But the time apart… Remus tore the note up slowly, lip between his teeth.

He was monumentally unprepared for the constant need that scraped at his chest.

“Fuck.” He breathed, pushing off the table. Sirius hadn’t gotten the note. He had no other way of contacting or communicating with him in any way unless Sirius initiated it by venturing downstairs. Then again he’d need some excuse—a good excuse—for him being there in the first place. Remus felt suspended on the end of a tether, the binds verging on too tight. Just seeing each other was a battle and he was definitely the one on the losing side. He’d have to wait it out, sit on his hands, hope for Sirius to come to him sooner rather than later.

Remus tossed the scraps and walked to the work Mrs. Potter had left him while she went to the usual Saturday morning markets, restocking on what was in season. He was to start the egg sandwiches for the Queen’s luncheon. Remus contemplated skipping the task. Let the Queen go without her tea sandwiches. See what her nobles thought of her then. Royalty was petty like that, weren’t they? Now that he knew just how much Sirius hated the queen, Remus’ own hatred only seemed to burn hotter. But he sighed, and cracked the first egg into the bowl. It wouldn’t be his head on the chopping block.

He was just turning to fetch the buttermilk when two hands caught his hips, pulling him away from the counter and firmly against a chest.

Remus didn’t even pretend to be startled this time, and just let out a much too loud laugh, feeling a similar one muffled against the skin of his throat. His chest felt like it would collapse with the sudden release of pressure, with the relief.

He’s here.

He placed one hand on the hand covering his opposite hip, the other still whisking the egg, “Well, hi.”

He felt a chin press to his shoulder and the hands on his hips moved to wrap tightly around his waist, as Sirius pressed their bodies closer, “Hi.”

Remus’ whisk slowed as he looked at the murky eggs, remembering, “You okay?” He tried to keep his voice light.

“Hm.” Sirius’ answer was quiet, a liar’s uncommitted sound.

“Yeah?” Remus didn’t want to push, but he couldn’t not ask either.

Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, right at the place where it curved to meet his ear, “Better now.”

Remus nodded a little, unable to help tilting his head into the kiss, “Do you want some of this?” When Sirius didn’t answer he pushed on, “’s just you didn’t really eat your breakfast, I thought something might be wrong.”

It was light, but Remus didn’t miss the curse Sirius breathed, “Oh. Right, forgot you’d… y’know, see that. Notice.”

Remus put the fork down, twisting in Sirius’ arms, “Of course I’d notice, you didn’t get my-“

The kitchen was silent for a long moment. Remus didn’t make a move to touch and neither of them pulled away, but there was more air between them now. Misunderstanding, concern, worry. Sirius was just looking at him, eyes silently begging him not to. Not to say anything, not to notice, not to ask him. And Remus almost couldn’t. This was Sirius. This was a boy who had managed to change his life in a matter of weeks, who didn’t deserve…this. Whatever it was, whatever was happening. And then Sirius dropped his gaze, mouth turned down in a way that still said please don’t.

And Remus didn’t.

He pushed a careful hand through Sirius hair, pushing it back from the slightly swelling edge of his right eye and said, “Someday?”

Sirius looked up again and relief was there in his expression. He nodded, “Someday.”

Remus kept his hand there, just stroking gently, and Sirius closed his eyes, leaning into it. He would have stayed there forever.

Still with his eyes closed, Sirius finally spoke, “I believe I was promised a tutorial in this particular task.”

Remus grinned, “That you were.”

Sirius glanced quickly around the kitchen, “Are you expecting anyone?”

Remus was suddenly feeling very grateful for the market, “Not a soul.”

They spent the next half hour between soft quiet and laughter, Remus’ hands almost always over Sirius’ larger ones, teaching, and just wanting to touch. They were cutting the bread when Sirius finally said what Remus wanted to hear.

“What are you doing tonight?”

Remus reached up, plucking a few chives from the herbs hanging from the ceiling, “Positively nothing.”

“Not anymore.” Sirius looked up from the sandwich he was somewhat gingerly holding, meeting Remus’ eyes, “Do… Do you think you could find an excuse to come upstairs again?”

Remus tore the chives in his fingers, letting them fall atop the egg, “Yeah. Apparently your mum is dining out tonight so there won’t be much to do. The parlor again?”

Sirius looked back down to where he was carefully spreading butter on a toast, “Actually,” Remus looked up again at the hesitance in his tone. Sirius stayed as focused as one could be on toast, eyes down, “I was thinking you could come a bit more… well, up.” He took a large, nervous breath, “My chambers,” his eyes flicked up to Remus, “for instance.”

Remus held his breath. This was new, “Your room.”

Sirius nodded, “Right.” He kept his eyes on his knife, “It’s private, no one would come in. I can show you a secret passage to get there.”

Remus’ mouth quirked up, “Secret passage way?”

Sirius grinned, looking at him this time, “Yes, I know. Castle’s full of them.” Then more tentatively, eyes down again, “Will you come?”

Remus felt flushed all the way from his toes, hot all over. His skin prickled, cheeks warmed at the thought of being in Sirius’ room, Sirius’ space. The unidentified space that he’d been sending breakfast up to for months. His chest ached with the sudden want to see it, to see it with Sirius.

“Remus?” Remus looked up fro where he’d been staring at nothing, and felt his face grow hotter. He could feel the slight smile on his face. He saw Sirius’ eyes flick to it and then smile too, “Will you?”

Remus nodded, “‘Course. Of course, I will.”


Regulus’ back ached, but he didn’t dare relax.

He heard Bellatrix’s nails on the table, long scratches, before he saw her or her mother.

“Regulus. So glad you could join us.” Only then did they come into view. The same sleek black hair with dark eyes to match. Bellatrix smiled at him, all teeth, no actual smile, while her mother smiled, no teeth, no actual smile, “My sister has raised you well since we last met.”

Regulus stood and bowed to each of them, kissing his aunt’s hand. He did not smile, “It’s been too long.”

The tall stained glass windows of the Lestrange Manor let in very little light. What did make it through the dark green stains was watery and thin, casting shifting shadows on the wall. It made Regulus feel uneasy. He was never sure what was moving, and what wasn’t. There could be someone behind him, or just a trick of the light. Was his aunt’s eyes on him, or to his right, forward. The light left him in the dark. He wanted to go home.

He heard others filter in behind him, other household representatives, other members of the noble bloodlines, and he sat without a word. Bellatrix fell into the seat beside him, nashing her teeth and gripping his hand, then pouting and turning away when he didn’t flinch.

His aunt took the head of the table, remaining standing. Tarea Lestrange was a slight woman, but with eyes that radiated power. She wore black robes that made her look impossibly taller, leaner.


Regulus listened intently with lowered eyes.




All for themselves. It was all he heard. He felt the energy change in the room as his aunt rallied the houses, his eyes flickered around them room at the approving nods. Contracts were handed out, outlining plans of action, plans for the surrounding villages. Sirius had been correct. Taxes were to be raised, and laughter had not been scarce when Bellatrix mimicked a common-folk, begging for food and drink.

“And what of enforcement?” A man’s voice rang out clearly, rather high. His robes were heavy with the chains around his neck, thick and silver. He had a smile on his face, thin and curling, that told Regulus he already knew the answer to his question.

Regulus thought he knew as well.

Tarea smiled, no teeth, no smile, and, yes, Sirius had been correct,


Regulus cleared his throat softly before speaking, “Death? For taxes?”

Tarea’s smile didn’t waver, “Correct, nephew.”

Regulus’ hands tightened into fists, nervous. He shoved them under the table, “My house- The Queen will not stand for that. I don’t believe.”

His aunt’s eyes tightened, and she pressed the tips of her thin fingers to the dark wood of the table, leaning her long body forward, “Is that so?”

Regulus sat up straighter, “There are other ways to take care of it, are there not?”

Her pupils were pin points, “Yes.”

“Then no. No, the Queen would never be agreed.”

Tarea’s lips parted, ever so slightly. The smile looked like a possessive grimace, “The Queen wouldn’t? Are you sure? Or… are you talk about your future king?”

Regulus stiffened but willed himself not to look away. He felt the air change again at the mention of his brother. Sirius was notorious for speaking out against the traditional ways of the families. He was a threat, and the fear he brought turned sour and into hatred almost instantly.

“Because,” his aunt continued, “I believe there are other ways of taking care of that, as well.”

The air in Regulus’ lungs seem to still. Beside him Bellatrix let out a gasp, then a laugh. He saw others sit up strighter. They were listening now.

This was new. This was his brother. Regulus swallowed thickly, heart sinking with realization.

This was the reason he had been picked for this position.

“I’m not sure I follow.” His thanked God his voice did not shake.

Tarea’s fingers dragged against the backs of chairs as she made his way to his, coming to stand behind him. Her fingers were tight on his shoulders,

“Regulus. Wouldn’t you like to be king?”


Regulus speaks to no one as he arrives home. He sends his guards away, he leaves his dinner to fall cold. He pushes into his room, falls to his knees, and tells himself he’s doing the right thing. His words echo off his skull.

Yes. Yes, I would.

And he starts to formulate a plan.


Sirius stared at the tea cart in front of him, ladened with summer fruits, cheese and bread, wine, chocolate. Anything he could think of, he had gotten sent up. When the maid finished setting up, he had opened the door for her to leave, and ordered his guards to follow. They had smirked, glancing at one another. No doubt, images of an affair filled their minds. Sirius closed the door and grinned. They had no idea.

He’d been pacing for the last half hour, eyes never leaving the bookshelf for a moment, waiting for it to open and allow the person who he was almost positive he’d never be able to stop thinking about again to enter. At least it felt that way.

He wasn’t sure what had made him invite Remus up here. It had been a spur of the moment decision, quite possibly the result of certain unfinished business and the uncontrollable need to finish it. For completion, however, privacy was a necessity. He glanced at the bed, then at the food. It wasn’t a purely sexual motive. Since he met Remus, he had to admit that he’d developed quite a need to give Remus things. Slippers, notes, flowers, chocolate. He wanted to watch his face light up over and over, to watch that shy smile whenever he thought he might be getting over excited. He could watch Remus just be happy until the end of time and be content all the while.

He heard a muffled clump from inside the wall and halted, spinning towards the case. He watched as it creaked open slowly, and a very hesitant head poked through. The second Remus caught sight of Sirius, however, all hesitation was replaced by a grin and Remus slipped from the hidden doorway and right into Sirius’ arms, pulling him into a slightly miscalculated kiss, more laughter than lips.

“That was terrifying.” Remus breathed, lips moving against Sirius’ as he spoke, palms splayed on his cheeks, “Full of fucking spiderwebs.”

Sirius’ heart felt like it was tripping over its own beats. This room had never felt so warm before. He grinned back somewhat dazed, eyes trying to look at every bit of Remus’ face at once, “You don’t like spiders?”

Remus just shook his head, finally finding it in him to lean off his toes so they could speak at a normal distance, “Not in the slightest.”

“Well,” Sirius settled his hands comfortably on Remus’ waist, dipping his head downward to nudge their noses together briefly, “I’m glad you made it.”

Remus smiled at him, eyes hooded and soft, then let his eyes drift around the room for the first time, smile dropping and eyes widening a little.

“Jesus.” He let his arms fall, looping loosely around Sirius’ neck instead, “You really are a king.”

Sirius snorted, “Well spotted.”

Remus rolled his eyes but the smile was back, eyes still roaming over the room. Sirius let him slip out of his arms somewhat reluctantly, holding on until it was just their fingertips touching.

“Did you do this?” Remus asked, picking up a fig.

Sirius hummed in acknowledgement, leaning against a bed post and fiddling with the transparent curtain that was bunched at the corner, letting it fall over his palms. He watched Remus silently as he walked around the room in slow circles, taking a bite of the ripe fruit. He touched nearly everything. The walls, the cushions on the fainting couch by the door, the dark, smooth wood of Sirius’ wardrobe. He ran his fingertips over each and ever surface and Sirius found heat pooling in his stomach as he watched them, long and slender and gentle. His skin prickled with the need to feel them against himself.

Finally, Remus stopped, back where he started, taking the curtain out of Sirius’ hands and replacing it with his own. He laced their fingers together, using the leverage to pull them chest to chest, “It’s very nice in here.”

Sirius smiled, “I’m glad you think so.”

“You don’t?” Remus nudged their noses together.

“I think…” The truth was that Sirius had never particularly liked this room. Too many memories, too closed off. It felt impersonal, like it could belong to anyone, not just him. Then again, with how people viewed him, maybe that was the point. He raised one of their locked hands, pressing it to his mouth, “I think I like it more now that you’re in it.”

Remus smiled, then pressed up and kissed him. The pressure was soft for a few moments, just genteel presses of closed lips, before Remus let Sirius part his with his tongue, and press him against the flat edge of the bedpost. Sirius moaned into his mouth, releasing his hands only to have them press firmly to his back, trailing downwards to his arse, holding Remus against him. Remus panted softly as Sirius let his lips trail down to his throat. He tilted his head back, content and helpless against Sirius’ mouth sucking a bruise into his skin, wetting and biting and marking.

“God,” Remus tightened his hands in Sirius’ shirt, “Tell me you can stay. Tell me-”

He didn’t want to admit to himself how belittled the question made him feel. He was never the one who had to leave, probably never would be. He would always, however, be the one who had to be left. He didn’t think about how one day it would be for good.

“I can.” Sirius’ voice is breathless, and he can’t seem to be able to get close enough to Remus, “I can, I can.”

For now.

Remus let his eyes slip closed again and dragged his hands up to Sirius’ hair. He groaned when he felt cool metal touch his fingers, “Jesus, I hate this thing.”

Sirius just kissed him again, lips feeling wet and swollen from their previous work. Remus almost didn’t hear his words through the need ricocheting around his head,

“Take it off.” Sirius laughed gently against Remus’ mouth, “Throw it.”

Remus didn’t hesitate in curling his fingers around the gold and tossing it from Sirius head. He heard it fall, muffled by a thick rug. Out of sight, out of mind.

“There, it’s gone.” Sirius’ hands were back on his hips, smile blinding, backing them up until Remus fell down on the bed, Sirius crawling over top of him, “Just you and me, love.”

Remus sighed, sinking into the weight of Sirius’ hips on his, the extreme softness of the bed against his back, and tried not to let the sadness creep in with the happy. It’s good now, this is a good memory. He won’t be the one to ruin it.

“Just us.” He repeated, not intentionally out loud, softly.

Sirius shuffled until he was supported by his forearms, looking down at Remus. His fingers played with the hair that fanned out over his ears gently. His eyes were soft, and trying desperately not to look concerned, “You okay?”

Remus bit his lip for a moment, regarding Sirius carefully. His hair still held the indent from the heavy crown, the ends curling up and around where the metal use to rest. Remus reached up, running his fingers through it a few times, trying to get rid of it, make the curls wild like they’d been the day he had swam.

“I just don’t want you to leave.” To be honest, he hadn’t really meant to say that out loud either.

Remus watched Sirius’ eyes go wider, then his brows draw together: sad, pained. The bruise on his cheek puffed out more, and Remus was suddenly taken on by the urge to drag him down to the kitchen to make the pain go away. To make any pain go away, really. Sirius seemed to be having similar thoughts as he shifted his weight on one shoulder, pressing his palm to Remus’ face, fingers spanning from his cheek to jaw.

Remus cut him off before he could say anything because, truly, what was there to say? Any reassurance would be at least half a lie, “I just- I mean- What I mean is that I’m glad you can stay.”

For now.

“I don’t think I could go another period like these last few days.” Remus leaned his head up, nipping gently at Sirius’ lower lip, letting his teeth drag softly at the skin, “You very much left me hanging…”

Sirius hesitated for a moment, but then allowed himself to smile. Maybe because he didn’t know what to do otherwise, maybe he wanted Remus as much as Remus wanted him. He met Remus’ mouth just as it pulled off of his, catching his lips in one motion, pressing Remus’ chin upwards to kiss him harder. He pulled his knees up, taking the weight off his shoulders so he could touch touch touch. Remus sank back into the mattress, just wanting to be kissed until his mind shut off, until he could be in this moment only. He didn’t want to worry, he didn’t want to count down the minutes. He wanted to feel. Just what was now.

He pulled at the ties of Sirius’ shirt until they were loose and sliding down one of Sirius’ tanned shoulders. He pressed up and under the fabric, feeling the heat of his skin, the pattern of his ribs, then let his hands slide lower, tugging at his pants. Sirius let out a hiss, pulling back just enough to tug his shirt over his head and to undo his pants. The sight was glorious. Sirius looked like…summer. Remus let all the breath out of his lungs, pulling himself into a sitting position just to be closer, to push his hands against Sirius’ skin, to kiss the collar bones that strained outward. He felt Sirius’ hand wind through the hair at the back of his head, holding him there gently.

“C’mere,” Remus sighed, pushing at Sirius’ chest until he rolled onto his back, letting out a delighted laugh and making Remus smile as he straddled him, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous, come here…” He pressed his lips to the planes of Sirius’ chest, dragging them along the soft dips and valleys of it, memorizing, committing it to memory, trying to.

“‘m here.” Remus glanced up through his lashes at Sirius, seeing that his eyes were closed, brows drawn together in pleasure, “‘m right here…”

Remus squeezed his eyes shut too, nuzzling into Sirius’ neck.

For now.

Now now now.

Remus found the loose band of Sirius’ pants and pulled, pushing back on his heels, letting Sirius lift his hips to remove the fabric. He watched Sirius’ breathing increase, his chest rise and fall.

Remus let out a long breath, letting his forehead fall against Sirius’ hip, breathing in his musky scent, pressing slow kisses to the soft skin there before nuzzling closer to Sirius’ swollen member, “Sirius…”

“Yes.” Sirius breathed, “Yes, yes…” He opened his eyes, grey and blue and pupils blown, and looked down. He reached one arm out, reaching for Remus. Remus shifted his wait, meeting Sirius’ outstretched palm and laced their fingers.

Remus’ chest ached at the soft smile that crossed Sirius’ face as he let his head fall back onto the pillows, breath shaking. Remus wanted to see that smile again, but he wanted to see other things too. Maybe more. He wanted to see Sirius’ eyes squeeze shut, his lips part his fists clench. He wanted Sirius nails to dig into to his palm, as they did now but harder. Remus moved his attention to Sirius’ cock, heavy against his belly. He tentatively wrapped his unoccupied hand around it, heat jolting to his own groin at the soft moan Sirius breathed. He gave an experimental stroke, hooded eyes focusing on the pink tip that slipped in and out of sight. His cock tented tighter in his trousers at the sight, and he shifted against the mattress in a only half conscious effort to gain some friction. He let his hand build a steady, slow pace, feeling Sirius’ hand tighten in his own.

“Re… God..”

Remus’ eyes flashed up at the nickname, lip pulling between his teeth and he tightened his hand, swiping his thumb over the top and gathering the clear liquid there. Sirius groaned at the new slickness of the pull, hips bucking upwards. Remus caught them with his mouth, licking a long stripe up the underside of Sirius’ member. He wasn’t sure what had made him do it, he had only suddenly wanted to taste. He felt the vain against his tongue pulse, and realize with a jolt that it was Sirius’ heart beating in time with the aching cock. Remus closed his eyes, cock wetting just at the thought. He licked again, rutting against the bed in time with his strokes, letting out breathy moans that he could barely hear. Sirius’ smell, the weight of him in his hand, the noises he was making, it was too much. Remus desperately rolled his hips into the quilt, trying to ignore how rough the fabric of his pants was.

“Fuck- Re, wait- wait…”

Remus’ eyes flashed open instantly, mouth freezing but lips staying obscenely parted. He didn’t want to stop.

It seemed to take much more effort than normal for Sirius to sit up, and he was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed. He reached both his arms out, and pulling Remus towards him, “S’okay, s’perfect,” He pressed a long kiss to Remus’ mouth, moaning, “God, you’re perfect, I just wanna- here.” Both boys seemed nearly too tired to move, limbs heavy with arousal, but with not too much difficulty, Sirius helped Remus out of his shirt and pants, kissing him again at the moan Remus let out when his cock bobbed free, “There we go,” Sirius whispered, “Now put your legs like this, straddle my- ah, god, yeah- my thigh. Like that. Jesus,” Sirius leaned forward for another messy kiss, “You’re so hot against me. Feels so good.”

Remus was vaguely aware of Sirius leaning back again, waiting, but he took a moment, mouth open and panting at the feeling of his cock against the silky skin of Sirius’ thigh. It looked a deep purple against Sirius’ tan skin. He gave a few experimental ruts and nearly saw stars. Never had he been in contact with someone like this, never had he been so overwhelmed with something so good. He wanted to be filled with it, he wanted it to surround him. He stretched out his body again, reaching until he got his hand around Sirius’ cock, his mouth over the head, needing. They moaned at the same time, Sirius at the wet heat over him, Remus at the fact that he was now pressed tightly against something, slick with his own pre-come. Remus swirled his tongue and sucked, breathing through his nose. His hand reached what he could not and he felt Sirius take his other again, squeezing tightly. Remus jerked his hips forward with each bob of his head, increasing the tempo as his muscles coiled. He moaned without thinking, around Sirius’ cock, and only felt himself get harder at the way Sirius’ back arched into his lips, the way his jaw clenched through his curses.

“Fuck, fuck, Re, come here. Up here. I need-“ Sirius’ voice was lowered an octave, and Remus found he could only pull of with a lazy, reluctant pop, and look at Sirius with hooded eyes. Every nerve was buzzing, every second felt like it might be the last before he reached the edge. His cock didn’t bob when he pulled himself up onto all fours and crawled up Sirius’ body, but stood straight out, rock-hard, and dripping along Sirius’ stomach. Sirius stared at it, lips swollen and panting, before pushing his hands down onto Remus’ arse and pushing their cocks together, perfectly alined, “I need to feel all of you, fuck-“

Remus didn’t know what noise he made, but the next thing he knew there were tears at the edge of his eyes and he was rutting shamelessly against Sirius, hips thrusting forward in jerky, uneven motions. The slight sting of Sirius’ nails digging into his back only pushed him farther towards the edge, “Sirius-“ He finally formed, eyes squeezed so hard shut that he saw shapes, colors. He pressed his face against Sirius’ sweat-slicked neck, breathing him in, biting, hand clenched over his shoulder for leverage, “God. God, please, please-“

“Yes,” Sirius gasped, “Yes, I’ve got you. Go on.” Sirius held them tightly together, pushing his hips up in time with Remus, “Go on, love, ‘m right behind you-“ Sirius’ voice pitched upward at the end of his sentence and then he was shouting Remus’ name. Remus’ eyes flew open, mouth forming a tight ‘o’ as he felt the slick, white, heat spurt between them. It was the last straw of his own resolve and he followed with a shout muffled against Sirius’ skin. He was gasping into Sirius, unable to still his hips, twitching and rubbing their sensitive cocks together.

They lay there silently for a moment, breathing against each other, feeling the other’s chests rise and fall. Remus blinked slowly, cheek pressed to Sirius’ heated skin, and smiled tiredly, barely a lift of the lips, but a smile nonetheless.

Now. Right now I am happy.

Because he’s here. Sirius is here, and he’s not leaving until hours and hours from now. Until the sun comes up. They have time and time and time and time. Remus lets his eyes fall closed momentarily at the feeling of Sirius’ fingers through the sweaty hair against his forehead, his hand on his bare hip, thumb rubbing circles.

“You called me ‘love.’” Remus says, tongue feeling thick, body feeling thoroughly sated.

He felt the chuckle in Sirius’ chest, pressing his cheek harder to the skin, trying to memorize the feeling. A kiss was dropped to his temple, “I did. Isn’t that what you are?” He felt a shift that signaled Sirius wanted him to sit up, to look at him. He pulled his head up, chest against chest, nose to nose. Sirius pressed a kiss to his cheek, “My lover.” The other cheek, “My love.”

Remus’ heart picked up to the point where he could feel it in his fingertips. He suddenly felt afraid, like his life depended on the answer to the next question he asked, “I… I don’t know. Is that what I am?” Then softer, “Your love.”

Sirius’ eyes were soft, and he tilted his head, lips pressing together in a smile that said of course, of course that’s what you are. The weight was gone from Remus’ chest before he even spoke the words, before Sirius even kissed him again,

“Yes. Yes, that’s what you are.”

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2. “You’re too young to hate the world.”

Neil wasn’t particularly keen on doing talk shows, even though he wasn’t in hiding anymore, and even though Riko was no longer in the picture to make unexpected appearances and ruin everything. There are just some things that one never quite grows accustomed to, and putting on a friendly facade for the media is one of the things Neil knows he will never, ever get the hang of.

The whole lineup of the Foxes had been invited to TV shows all over the country to be interviewed after their historic defeat of the Ravens, and while Wymack got them out of most of them, there were some offers that he couldn’t back out of. Which is why on one particular Wednesday, the Foxes piled onto the bus to head to an afternoon interview with one of the most popular afternoon talk-show hosts in the Exy world.

“Now listen up you rascals,” Wymack hollered from the front of the bus once they had started moving, “don’t you even think about fucking around on this interview. If we want to boost our public image and show that we’re honorable athletes and competitors, be on your best behavior. Dan, you do most of the talking if you can help it. Kevin and Matt, you two back her up. Neil, I swear to god, if you even look like you’re going to be snide I will have you off that stage in three seconds flat.”

Neil, seated in the very back with Andrew at his side, nodded. He thought he could manage to keep quiet for a 20-minute segment, especially if there were eight other people up there with him.

He was wrong.

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idk why you went on anon mate i know it’s you @freehoseoksdick hope you like it lad and stop calling me sugartits 

31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 


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Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part Three

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Playlist (Optional)

Sober || (Melodrama) - Lorde

Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier

A/N: I mean, I’m pretty certain you’ve all realised this now, but this is slow-burning. Jeff x Y/N ARE endgame. Don’t give up on this yet! Idk how I feel about this part though… I really hate myself for doing this to baby Monty…

“Nope! There’s still a bit in the bottom!” She giggled.

“Come on Y/N, I’m going to be way more drunk than you at this point!” Zach chuckled lovingly, but downed it anyway.

“No you won’t, I can’t even remember what I’ve had at this point. Your parents sure have a lot of liquor.” She looked around her at the empty bottles.

“For people who don’t drink, it’s quite impressive.” He snorted.

“I’m starting to think this idea wasn’t a good one. We’re on the top of a roof drinking alcohol!” She laughed manically. He joined in.

“WOOOOOO!” He shouted. “Honestly though, you know I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N.”  He stroked her cheek. Leaning in for the kiss, she thought how she’d never love a boy as much as this one. He was made for her, she thought.

The taste of vodka, and tequila, and gin, and whatever-the-fuck-else they’d consumed swilled between their mouths. Some drunk kisses had the ability to chase a person into sobreity, then make them feel drunk all over again just off of the presence of the other person.


“Hello? Earth to Y/N? It’s 3:30 and you’ve got a revision date with a handsome prince.“ Jeff chuckled, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Shit, hey Jeff.” She smiled, pushing her textbook forward to reach down and grab some more notes from her bag.

“I’d love to know the psychology of daydreaming,” He teased.

She rolled her eyes. “We’ll get there. Get a pen.”

After some hardcore studying separation anxiety in babies, Jeff cleared his throat.

“Did you manage to talk to Monty at all since last week?”

“You’re very interested in my love life, Jeff.” She smirked, looking up from her notes.

“Not really. More like I don’t want to see anymore damaged knuckles.” He winced.

“I’ll talk to him.” She pressed. He seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.

Once again, Jeff hung on to every word she said, making detailed notes and asking questions. It was kind of adorable.

“Next week is going to be an intense one. I’m guessing you have ‘The Psychology Of Love by Sigmund Freud?” She asked as she closed up her textbook.

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. “Isn’t he the one who had a thing for his mum?”

“Not quite, don’t worry you’ll see next week. He’s just who we’re starting with. As you know 20% of our final grade relies on our coursework surrounding our chosen psychology of love.” She pushed her chair in and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“Right.” He nodded. “I’ll see you next week?”

“See you round.” She waved to his figure leaving the library.


As it usually happened on Summer days like these, the boys sat outside to eat their lunch and maybe throw a ball about.

“So, uh, Monty,” Jeff said through a bite of his sandwich.

“This is about Y/N, isn’t it?” Montgomery sighed.

Jeff cocked his head in a yes.

“I haven’t spoken to her since then. You can’t say ‘i-told-you-so’ yet.”

“I know, I just wanted to check how you were doing.” Jeff genuinely cared for his friend, and knew how much of a problem this was for him. 

But before Montgomery had a chance to speak, Bryce was back.

“Atkins, that hot brunette is eyeing you up.” He nodded in her direction. Jeff glanced back.

“Not again.” He muttered.

“What?” Monty asked.

“We had a thing last summer.” He shrugged. “It was nothing, literally, I don’t know why she keeps looking at me like that.” He threw his hand up.

That’s when Monty stopped listening. Why did Jeff deserve to feel the smugness of being totally completely right about Y/N because they were exactly the same. Monty didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before. He’d known what Jeff was like, but it just seemed…different.

“It’s a bit warm out here really. I’m gonna head inside.” He stood, not so much as looking at the boys before violently throwing his lunch into the trash can.


At the end of her psychology lesson the next day, Jeff approached her.

“Look!” He pointed to the ten mark pop quiz they’d done at the start of the lesson. “Only just over a week of your help and I’m already improving.” He grinned. She couldn’t help but mimic his expression, it was contagious.

“I’m proud of you Jeff.” She punched his shoulder as they made their way out of the classroom.

“Thanks, Y/N, really.” He called out as he walked backwards in the direction of his locker. She was really happy that she’d actually done something positive for once.

Her locker rattled as she entered the combination.

Y/N wasn’t evil, but her track record wasn’t the best, and for once, she had these high spirits which felt amazing.

In that moment was when it happened.

In her peripheral vision she saw Montgomery storming down the hall, headed in her direction.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” He slammed her locker door in front of her, barely scraping her nose. She inhaled.

“Not here, Monty.” She looked around at the surrounding students.

“Where then? You’ve put this off once, Atkins isn’t here this time to save you.” He moved in toward her face, his hot breath tickling her face.  Dammit, he was attractive, but hard work.

“Who said I needed saving? I just don’t want you to embarrass yourself.” She hit back coolly. Upon noticing he wasn’t budging, she added; “Fine, what is it?”

“So like I was saying before, we were so rudely interrupted, you’ve been ignoring me all week.”

“Not ignoring, just not actively paying attention to.” She leaned against the lockers nonchalantly.

“So what? You just gonna bang me and fuck off?” He was almost shouting now.

“Come on Monty, you didn’t really think this meant more, did you?” She scoffed.

“Well, going on a date usually implies that, yeah!” He shook his head in disbelief. “You know, I’ve actually liked you for a while now, and i thought ‘she’s asked me on a date, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.’ But i guess I was the unluckiest. I should’ve never fallen for you.”

“Jeez. My mistake. I thought you’d know by now.” She felt bad, she really did. But she couldn’t tap into that. The first time she’d approached Monty she’d addressed how they had known each-other so long but never done anything, and now she remembered why. The way her demeanor affected Monty must look awful to a passerby, and maybe it looked awful to the ghost of herself as well.

“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.

“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.

“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.

“Jeff’s a smart guy.” Her liquid cyanide voice dripped off her tongue, her eyes emotionless and harsh. Monty shook his head slowly, before turning and violently kicking the lockers, and storming out the way he came.

She rolled her eyes at the spectators, can never mind their own business. They started making their way away from her, leaving her in an empty corridor. Or so she thought.

“Did you have to do that?” A soft voice floated in from behind her. It was deafening. The voice she’d been trying to get out of her nightmares. It felt like she hadn’t heard it in so long, but that couldn’t be true because it visited her nightly. Her entire body tensed knowing who was behind her. She didn’t know what to do.

“Do what?” She asked weakly, not bringing herself to turn around, instead finding a very interesting spot on the floor to focus her gaze on.

“Y/N, I don’t know what’s happened to you since we broke up, but you’ve become a real bitch. Monty didn’t deserve that. I don’t know, is this some kind of revenge? Are you trying to get back at me or something by hurting my friends?” He voice was stern, with a hint of hurt. “Are you going to look at me?”

Shocked with a wave of her usual confidence, she swung round on her heel and faced Zach. He looked even more adorable close up. But she wouldn’t let that distract her.

“Zach, look, It’s sweet that you think highly enough of yourself to assume I’m not over you, But facts are facts.” And lies are lies. “You’ll just have to find some way to come to terms with the fact that I’m not still pining over you, and that believe it or not this is about me.” She faltered a little, but all in all the show was a good one. Oscar-worthy, maybe.

“Like I said, real bitch.” He scoffed, pulling on his bag strap and pushing past her carelessly. It took all of her not to break down right there and then. But she didn’t. She gripped her mouth with her hand and slumped against the lockers exhaling. What the fuck was she doing? What the fuck had she done?

Super Special Limited-Edition Snark Post: Wings and Embers short story

As you’re probably aware, Chapter 40 of AC0MAF shattered my brain into little pieces. To give myself a reprieve, and y’all a treat, I’ve finally given in and decided to do the Ness/ian short story, “Wings and Embers” from the Target-exclusive edition of AC0MAF. Get hype. 

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“there’s a thing called roommates,”

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genre: fluff with a lil smut

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings: badboy!tae? fuckboy!tae? idk if you need to be warned, but here’s the warning

a/n: war of hormone taehyung was a blessing. 

Kim Taehyung was an ass. A total, complete ass. But you needed a boyfriend, someone to keep your mom off your back when she visited later that afternoon. Every year she comes to visit and sees that you’re single and lonely and you feel her pity every time.

Certainly you could do better than him, but in less than an hour? No, your skills aren’t that good.

Besides, he owed you a favor. A bet a while back led to you blowing him the backseat of your car, and you got him to cum twice. He decided to dedicate himself to paying you back, even if it wasn’t with pleasing you because it was the best head he’d ever received in his life.

Approaching the black sports car he drove so recklessly that you’re surprised he hasn’t died from a car crash, you knocked on the window. He rolled it down, and a barrage of smoke hit you in the face. Scrunching up your nose in disgust, you look into the driver’s seat to see him there with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“What can I do for you gorgeous? Finally decided it was time for me to find out what’s under those skirts you always wear?” He smirked, “Bet there’s nothing there, your ass looks too good.”

Ah, Kim Taehyung. What a breath of fresh air from all of the subtle, less demeaning compliments. Heavy sarcasm here.

“As much as it hurts me to say this, I need you to do me a favor.”

He nods, “Finally ready to let me pay you back?” he reached over, opening the door for you. You stepped in, adjusting your skirt as you got comfortable.

“Okay, so this may be a little bizarre, and may also be way too much to ask and that’s okay if you don’t want to because honestly I’d be very peculiar of anyone–”

“Babe,” he interrupted, “I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.” you glanced over at him, the cigarette that was previously hanging from his mouth being tossed out of the window.

“Can you pretend to be my boyfriend and live with me for the next week and a half?” you asked quickly, avoiding eye contact as you did.

“What? Why do you need me to do that?”

“Because my mom is coming to visit and she’s really adamant of me having someone and not living in that giant apartment on my own and I just don’t want to feel the shame and pity,”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, “There’s a thing called roommates.”

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Jealous Josh???? I mean guuurl there is no one on this planet who could write a better imagine so please please please write a jealous Josh imagine? Something like you go clubbing and you meet your old friend but he doesn't know you're taken so he's all flirty and stuff and then Josh notices and is all jealous and it ends fluffy like you reassure him you love him and stuff??? (Don't have to be like this it's just an idea you can write it as you like and as you're comfortable with) thanks ily!!!!

Thanks for your request and all the kind words!! 


“Babe, can you tie this?” you ask, your hands were holding up the thin piece of fabric on the back of your shirt.  You’d been fiddling with it for a bit now, but sighed in defeat.  Luckily Josh was just emerging from the shower, the steam rolling out of the door as soon as it opened.  He had a towel wrapped around his waist, you subtly gawked at his v-line and dripping wet body.  

“Sure,” he said before knotting the towel and making his way over towards you.  He took the fabric and you let your hands fall.

“Thanks,” you smile, giving him a peck on the cheek before going into the bathroom.  The mirror was all fogged up, you wiped it down before starting your makeup.

“Tyler’s picking us up in ten minutes,” Josh said as he grabbed some floss from the shelf, “will you be ready in time?”

You nod, leaning over the sink obnoxiously to apply your mascara, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You look beautiful,” Josh murmured, pulling you into his bare chest and planting his lips on yours.  

You smile against the kiss, “Mm, and you look very handsome.  Is this how you’re going?” You ask, indicating towards his naked torso.  

Josh smiled wide, “I call this the ‘I-hate-laundry-so-I-won’t-wear-clothes’ look, you like?”

You laughed, pressing your hands against his pecks, “I do, unfortunately, I think a lot of other girls will too,” you chuckle softly, “that I don’t like so much.”

“Aw, babe,” Josh fake pouted, wrapping you up in his arms and giving the top of your head a kiss, “you know you’re my one and only.”

Just then a car honked outside and you smirked at Josh.  “Now who’s not ready?”

He pulled away from you sticking out his tongue like a three-year-old and rushing into the bedroom to pull a shirt on.  Then, together, you walk out to Tyler and Jenna’s car, ready for a fun night together.  

The club was a little crowded.  Nothing like what it can be like though.  You’ve been to this same bar before, many times in fact, and it’s so packed you could barely move.  Tonight, there were just the right amount of people.  Enough where you could dance freely without anyone really noticing.  But not so much where you couldn’t escape the dance floor if you needed to.  

You and Jenna walk in, arm and arm, chatting about each of your days events.  Tyler and Josh lingered behind talking about god-only-knows what.  You started off small, sipping on this fruity drink Josh had gotten you and scoping everyone out with him.  Jenna and Tyler went straight for the dance floor, something you couldn’t help but chuckle at.  Tyler busted out some pretty intense moves for someone who was always sober.  

“I’d need at least three shots to do that,” you say.  Tyler had his elbow cocked and his legs doing some strange jig.  It had Jenna laughing though, probably his ultimate goal.  

Josh laughed.  He had one arm slung casually around you, the other holding a cup of beer.  Eventually the two of you joined in on the dancing.  You were a horrible dancer, so you mostly just jumped and swayed your hips.  You really didn’t care as long as you didn’t spill your drink.  

After a few songs you lost track of Jenna and Tyler, you stood on your tip-toes trying to scan the crowd.  It was Josh that eventually scoped them out in the corner.  Jenna was seated, her head in her lap, Tyler was kneeling in front of her, one hand on her knee.  

The two of you made your way over, Josh’s hand hovered on your lower back until you broke through the crowd.  

“Everything okay?” You ask, slightly concerned.  

“She’s getting one of her migraines,” Tyler said.  

“Is her medication in the car?”

Tyler nods, looking back at you with pierced lips.  

“You stay with her,” you say, “I’ll go grab it.”

“I’ll grab her some water,” Josh suggests.

Tyler mouths a ‘thanks’ to the both of you and hands over his car keys.  You start making your way to the exit.

The cool air feels nice on your hot skin.  You almost wished Tyler would have parked further away so you could have enjoyed it longer, but in no time, you have Jenna’s medication in hand and you’re reentering the bar.  As you open the door, it slams into something solid and you cringe when you see that it’s a person you’ve so graciously hit.  

“Oh my god-“ you gasp, your free hand flying up to cover your mouth, “I am so sorry!”

The man turns and you’re even more surprised to see it was your prom date from senior year.  

“Holy shit!” he exclaims, all concerns for being hit by a door forgotten.  “Y/N! I can’t believe it, what the hell are you doing here!”

“Wow, hi!” You say, still shocked, “I live like five minutes down the road, I’m here like, all the time.”

“No shit, I just moved here a bit ago, trying to meet some new people, try new things and all that,” he chuckles.  “Hey, you look amazing,” he says.

“Thanks, you look great too.  Can’t believe it’s been, what? Seven years?”

“It’s crazy.”

The two of you spark up conversation like it’s nothing, like seven years haven’t passed, like you’d never been apart.  You forget all about Jenna’s medication still clutched in your hand.


“Dude, where’s Y/N?” Tyler asks.

“I don’t know, how long’s it been?”

“Long enough, I didn’t park that far.  You should go check on her.”

I stood up from the chair, giving Jenna an encouraging pat on the back before walking away.  I really did feel awful for her.  I’d had migraines in the past.  Nothing to mess around with.  

I make my way to the door when the image in front of me stops me dead in my tracks.  Y/N definitely wasn’t lost, unless it was in this dude’s piercing blue eyes.  It feels like my stomach dropped to the floor.  What the fuck?  

I pride myself on being laid back. I’m easy-going, reasonable.  But watching Y/N look at someone like that, that wasn’t me, that didn’t settle well.  I stayed back, too stunned to move. Y/N was hunched over, laughing at something this guy said.  My jaw clenched when she touched his arm delicately.  This was definitely flirting and I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me.  But as angry as I was, it didn’t compare to the dread building up in my stomach.  I was always so scared of losing Y/N.  My anxiety always found it’s way back in my head, saying things like ‘you’ll never be good enough’ and ‘eventually, she’ll find someone better’.  I was afraid that maybe she finally did.  My instincts told me to walk away, but instead, I started walking closer, my fists clenched at my side, my heart beating in my chest.  Their conversation started to become clearer.

“I think we ought to dance a few songs, see if you still got those moves,” he says.  “Come on, let me buy you a drink first—“

“Oh, there you are babe,” I say, pretending I didn’t just hear his invitation, “we were worried you got lost.”  I walked casually between Y/N and the guy and wrapped my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her lips.  I faced the guy after I pulled away, staring him straight in the eye.  Not bothering to ask who he was or why he was hitting on my girlfriend.  I was pleased to see how startled he looked, though.

“Um, Josh this is (idk, your prom date’s name lol),” she says.  

(Whatever his name is) holds his hand out towards me.  I make an exaggerated effort to look at his open hand, but keep mine planted firmly in my pocket.  I hated this whole asshole regime.  But I didn’t know how else to show her I cared that she was flirting with someone else.  

“Uh, nice to meet you,” the guy said warily.  

I stare at him intently, realizing what a douche I’m being but too angry and hurt to act differently.

I almost sighed in relief to see Tyler practically dragging Jenna towards the exit.  She looked awful, but I knew that it was our cue to leave.  

“Hey guys,” Tyler said, “Sorry to interrupt, but I really gotta get her home.”

I nod, and before Y/N can say anything else to the guy, we turn and walk out the door.  

The ride home is horrible.  Y/N is so mad.  I can already tell.  She’s got her body positioned as far away from me as she possibly can and stares out the window the entire time.  My chest feels hallow and the voice in my head keeps repeating the same three words over and over again; she’s gonna leave. She’s gonna leave.  She’s gonna leave.  


“What kind of archaic shit was that?!” You bellowed as soon as Josh closed the door to the apartment.  You turn towards him, your fists clenched.  

His eyes widen and he steps back.  

“Seriously?” You yell, “What the fuck was that?”

Josh rolls his eyes, his hands dig in his pocket until he finds his wallet.  He pulls it out and tosses it on the counter.  

“Whatever,” he mutters, about to walk away.

“Oh no,” you say, the anger boiling up inside of you.  You grab his arm and spin him towards you.  “No fucking way are you walking away right now.”

You stare so intently at him, determined to get a response out of him.  But he won’t even look at you.  His eyes trace the ceiling, the floor, the wall behind you.  Anywhere but you.

You begin to realize you’re not getting anything out of him, so you continue, “Do you have any idea how fucking rude you were?  Acting like a thirteen year old angsty teenager.  You embarrassed me!”

Josh stared at the floor.  His hands were buried in his pockets again.  Your nose twitched.  You wanted to make him as angry as he was making you.

“In front of such a nice guy.  (whatever his name is) and I were having a really good conversation and you just jumped in and acted like some uncivilized, caveman.  I was having so much fun too and—“ you pause.  You were almost out of breath from yelling so much.  “Why aren’t you saying anything?” You plead, voice softening.  

Your change in tone makes Josh look up, finally making eye contact with you.

“Why don’t you just go back then?” he asks casually.

Your face contorts into a puzzled look.  “What?”

“To the bar.  Why don’t you just head back, I’m sure he’s still there.”

He isn’t mocking.  He isn’t being sarcastic.  He’s genuinely suggesting that you go back to the bar without him.  

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because you were having such a good time,” he says, like it’s obvious.  

Your face softens.  You’re finding it very hard to stay so mad when Josh is just standing there looking so defeated and drained.  

“It’d be no fun without you,” you say.

Josh immediately scoffs and you can tell that he truly doesn’t believe what you’re saying.

“Josh,” you start, “why did you get so jealous? Honestly?”

His eyes drop again and he brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.  

“I’m an idiot, I don’t know, I’m sorry-“

“No,” you cut him off, “Why did you get so jealous?”

He looks up at you and keeps eye contact.  His eyes are hallow, sad even.  You can tell he’s having a hard time finding words, but finally he speaks, “I don’t know, I just—“ he pauses again, gathering his thoughts, “I just, sometimes I have these thoughts.  These thoughts that I’m not good enough for you.  And I know you’re going to say that’s irrational and stupid or whatever, but I can’t convince myself that it is.  I try to.  I really do, but I can’t.  I still think it.  I still fight it.  And tonight, I just got so scared that it was happening.. That you were gonna find someone better, and I just-“ he pauses, “I just freaked out.  I’m sorry.”

You frowned, your whole insides aching with the thought of Josh struggling with such demonizing thoughts.  You took a step forward, wanting to convince him that he was wrong, but remembering what he said.  That whatever you said didn’t matter.  That he couldn’t stop believing it.  A tear rolled down your cheek and you continued moving closer across the room until you were only inches away from him.  He looked down at you, exhausted and looking so defeated.  

“I love you,” you whispered, taking his hands in yours.  “I love you,” you said, emphasizing the last word, “so much.  And I’m sorry.  That guy was just some stupid guy from high school.  We were just catching up, I promise.  I’m sorry I made you jealous, I’m sorry I made you feel not good enough, and I know you said I can’t convince you that you are good enough, but I’m going to try.”

Josh squeezed his eyes shut, looking like he was trying hard not to cry.  You delicately moved your body closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and letting your head rest against his chest.  You stayed there, finally feeling his arms around you, his hands running up and down your back.  You’d always stay here, because this was home. 

“Besides,” you say, pulling back and giving Josh a slight smile, “I could never go for a guy like that, you’re my one and only.”

i miss the rush of your skin

A looong time back I got an anon request to write a top!nico smut fic, which I’d promised to do, but never found the motivation to actually write. Then, when I should have been sleeping last night, this scenario randomly popped into my head and pretty much wrote itself. Idk what this even is and there are so many other things I should be writing and posting instead, but hopefully some smut will suffice for now. Also: The title is from Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson which Pandora decided to start playing as I wrote this fic. Even though the relaxed mood of the song doesn’t fit this fic very well, the lyrics definitely do.

Summary: Yet another Nico-gets-back-from-a-quest-and-they-have-buttsecks fic.

Word Count: 2543

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Will had always thought of his relationship with Nico as gentle. Despite their arguments and Nico’s meltdowns and the rocky parts of their time together, everything still seemed sweet, soft, gentle.

Or maybe that was just Will’s perspective. He wasn’t afraid to put his foot down when Nico was being ridiculous or without a sense of self preservation, but he was still somewhat cautious about being stern. He didn’t want Nico to get the wrong idea, after all, Will was only being stubborn to help.

In all honesty, their relationship was rough in the beginning. Nico was insecure and bad about communicating how he was feeling, and Will was bad about letting Nico have time to think when he was in a bad mood. But as time passed and they grew older, their time together felt even more gentle and caring as they learned how to better themselves. Gentle. That’s what they were to Will.

Which is why that night after Nico got back from a quest was such a surprise to him.

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Scared (Tattoo Artist!Luke)

a/n: in which Tattoo Artist!Luke doesn’t know how to Relationship. I’m not satisfied with this, I feel like I needed it to be a lot longer to do what I wanted but it’s long enough already so!! I hope you guys like it!!! Feedback is cool if you’re so inclined :)
word count: 4600
masterlist | ALL tattoo artist!luke 
Tattoo Artist!Luke | Believe | Baby | First

Relationships were new territory for Luke; he wasn’t used to it, making room for someone else in his life. There was a whole new level of things to think about that he couldn’t always wrap his head around. He’d spent 22 years alone, worrying about nothing but himself and his art – until you waltzed into his shop one afternoon and the thought of you walking out again gnawed painfully at him; a little wave of worry that crashed over him every time he pissed you off or said something stupid. But against his better judgment, against every voice in him that knew he was being an asshole, the only way he knew to deal with things was to push you away.

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Comfort the Princess

the convo i had with a friend and this post turned into this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

    When the doorknob shook a bit dramatically, the male gazed up from his spot on their bed, ready to greet Corrin with open arms. What he then saw once the door swung open was not what he expected to see.

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anonymous asked:

If the leaks are correct and Jaime ends up North with Brienne in S8, how do you think their romance will develop? How do you envision their first kiss/declaration of love, maybe even consummation? Will it be a slow burn from spending a lot of time together or a sudden turning point if one of them ends up in danger in battle or what?

In my opinion the romance and sexual build up is done. They’re definitely at the top of this UST peak. Idk, even if you don’t ship it, I think you’d have to be fucking dead to not feel the tension there I mean I feel like I need to bang for them like I’m the one being teased ffs 

The build up has been happening since the end of season 2. THAT’S ALMOST 5 YEARS and for people who have read the books first LOL how are you alive for realz. I would have exploded from the accumulated energy by now. 

I think with the cast and crew straight up calling it love by now, Jaime doing the Heartkeeper thing, Tormund’s crush and sexual desire Brienne, Bronn straight up saying they’d fuck… I’m pretty certain they’re preparing us for a sexual reunion (and I can give loads of reasons/evidence as to why we are for sure getting a sex scene but that’s for another time) Yes, the characters don’t know they love one another, but I don’t think they’ll ever accept it before they’re physical. They’re so stubborn and constantly trying to convince themselves otherwise that with these two, their suppressed feelings are going to be like “ffs enough of this” and take the wheel of their brains before their conscious minds are capable of getting in the way. It’ll be after they’re laying on each other spent and naked that they’ll have to confront the reality of their emotions and how to move forward from there. So I really don’t see how there needs to be more set up. It’s really common to have characters declare their love for one another by showing it before they admit to themselves. 5 years is plenty, so sorry to you masochists who want more. They’ll probably bang, or become canon, within the first couple scenes they have together.

As for how I think it’ll go down? I’ve thought about this every day for the pat 5 years a bit. 

Scenario#1: Born out of an urge to comfort, Jaime slowly presses his lips to hers. They pull away, barely, looking confused and awkward. But their feelings are saying fuck you to the conscious self and they lean in again, this time kissing a bit harder. Eventually they surrender and the slow, tentative kisses turn into a passionate, heated battle as they blindly move towards a bed. Fumbling hands, clothes flying off. Once they’re on the bed the realization of what they’re about to do hits and they slow down again, back to nervous and awkward. Jaime kisses her again, down her neck. her body, back up to her lips. The continue kissing as they have slow and passionate love making. 

I think it’s really important they go slow for narrative reasons, because it’s a direct contrast to what he’s always known with his twin and Brienne is deliberately written to be the exact opposite of Cersei in every way AND… he’s a romantic. Being able to savor the moment is what he desires. It would also be beautiful, considering Brienne is this rough and hard woman yet in bed she’d be treated with such care and gentle touch, the opposite of how you’d expect someone to treat her, or how she probably thinks she’d be handled. 

I always think back on this quote from Jaime’s POV in AFFC when he’s giving Peck advice

Sweet words. Gentle touches. You don’t want to wed her, but so long as you’re abed treat her as you would your bride.”  

Scenario#2: Like the first, but instead of a shy first kiss, they are bickering or saw the other almost die or they’re about to go into battle and they just slam into each other, heated kisses right fro the start. But always ALWAYS slow sex for the first time. And, in any scenario, I’m pretty sure their first kiss will also lead to sex. I envision them to treat JB like Jon/Ygritte and Robb/Talisa

Now time to let my mind go fluffier


Jaime shows up North and pulls out Widow’s Wail and says, “it’s a twin sword.” And Brienne s all in awe again, totally clueless that Jaime is coming onto her and that the sword MEANS SOMETHING ELSE and then to mirror the Oathkeeper scene she says, “does it have a name?” and Jaime pauses, the corner of his mouth twitching up a bit, and says, “Maiden Fair” (or whatever Brienne related name you want to insert there) so then she has a sword she named after him and he has a sword he named after her and 

Originally posted by artlstheweapon

Then she goes all red, he pushes her against the wall as their lips smash, they fumble to the ground/bed/table and they bang non stop through every S8 episode, into the final credits, and beyond 

History - Vampire!Jeonghan

This is weird and idk why this is happening but it is so here you go something Jeonghan that isn’t angst XD 

“You’re wrong. Napoleon wasn’t short.” Jeonghan said simply. You hated this. Every time you said something in history, the boy that sat next to you, Yoon Jeonghan, always went against your word. He barely ever gave evidence, but he always said it matter-of-factly. However you were tired of him telling you that everything you said was wrong.
“OK, how the hell would you know?” He raised an eyebrow, interest piqued as he turned to face you. You’d never challenged him before. You were slightly taken aback when he faced you, taking your first good look at his face. He was handsome - all of the girls in your year loved him blindly, but you’d never really thought of it much until he now sat before you with a small smirk on his lips. His lips were full and light pink, his skin was pale and his hair was light. His eyes were light brown, but he wore contacts. His whole appearance was light and lacking in color, but he still looked extremely handsome. He looked like an angel.
“Because,” he spoke in a whisper, leaning in so his lips hovered by your ear. Whatever bravery you bore before had vanished, and you were rendered speechless by him as he brushed your hair aside and smirked. You could feel the smirk. “I was there.” You frowned, pulling back to look into his eyes.
“What? Don’t be stupid, you think I’d believe that?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “You’d think you’d have evidence to support all of these claims you make against me.” You laughed. He cocked his head to the side, eyes not leaving your face the entire time you spoke.
“Y/N, after class, meet me behind the school. I have proof.” You frowned again, resisting the urge to laugh as he looked extremely serious.
“Do you do drugs?” You asked quietly, suspicious. He shook his head with a low chuckle.
“No, idiot. Just come with me? Please?” You nodded, making him smile. He had a really nice smile, soft and gentle like the rest of his face, however he seemed to be trying to hide the teeth in the corners of his mouth. You shrugged it off, going back to your textbook. “Y/N?”
“Napoleon was 5'7. French and British height scales were different.”
“Shut up.”

You did as Jeonghan said, hesitant yet admittedly curious as you made your way around the building. You found him there, sat on a lone wall that didn’t really connect to anything but sat before the main building, in the shade. He sat leaning against the main wall with his eyes shut, however they snapped open once you were in his vicinity and his head turned so he could look at you. He swiftly sat up, patting besides him on the wall to signal you to sit. You obliged silently, hopping up next to him. You gasped as he took your hands in his, movements reserved and unsure. His hands were cold but you didn’t recoil, gripping his hand lightly with your own in response. “I was there, Y/N. I’m 350 years old, after all. I’ve seen a lot.” You frowned slightly, shuffling closer. “Jeonghan, what is this?” You asked slowly, slightly scared by him. He groaned in frustration before smiling properly.
“Look at my teeth!” He said, words almost incoherent as he said them through his smile. You noticed his canines immediately, longer and pointier than his other teeth. Not all too unordinary, but definitely not normal either. His hands came up to his eye as he removed a contact, blinking a few times to adjust before showing you his eyes. “And my eyes. They’re natural.” He pointed to the now contact-less eye, which shocked you due to the deep color of red it was. He smirked, putting his contact back in quickly and moving closer so your thighs touched and you couldn’t have moved any more. “Well?”
“There’s a freaking vampire in my history class.” You sighed. “But what, you were in every war going?” You questioned, wondering how he was so knowledgeable.
“Not quite. I was a soldier in many key ones, but other knowledge comes from my comrades. You wanna go against my facts again?” He laughed, smiling gently. “I kinda like it when you do. It’s an excuse to talk to you.” He murmured, thumb drawing small, absentminded circles on the back of your hand.
“What would you say if a vampire loved you?” He whispered, making your cheeks slightly pink.
“I’d say he could do a lot better. And that I love him too, regardless.” You replied in an equally hushed voice, face burning. He grinned and took your cheek in his large hand, thumb skimming your cheekbone lightly as his eyes bore into yours.
“Well isn’t that convenient?” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours soft and careful in his movements and the kiss short and chaste. It was sweet and left you longing, which you decided to relay by tugging on his hand to pull him down from the wall and pulling him to you. He smirked, following with his eyes trained on you as he moved to stand between your legs. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you as close as possible so that there was no longer any space between you when he kissed you again. He was still tender, however, fingers not gripping you too tight or kisses getting rough. The whole situation was kept sweet and innocent, but all you could focus on was the movement of his lips on yours, your fingers tangling themselves in the long, pale strands of his hair. You pulled away breathlessly and he moved back slightly, holding out his hand to help you down.
“Maybe instead of fighting in history we can-”
“Jeonghan stop.”

Originally posted by seventeeneurope

-Admin Belle

Always there. (a Jason DiLaurentis one shot)

Author: imcgine // sp0na
Request: Could you do a Jason dilaurentis one shot where you’re having a sleepover at Spencer’s house and you can’t sleep since the dollhouse, so you go to get some air and see Jason on his porch. You stay to talk to him and then you start talking and laughing. You also talk about deep stuff and Jason tells you about the first time he saw/ met you and you talk about life since the dollhouse.he tells you he’ll always look out for you and you fall asleep by his side after watching the sun rise. Thanks!
Word Count: 1444
Warnings/notes: for the sake of this one shot, the age gap between the reader and Jason is only 2 years so it’s not as creepy.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario (or reaction if it would be easier) where you accidentally admit that you weigh more than all of them, despite having a petite frame and being on the shorter side. This is practically my entire existence because apparently I look about 41kg when I'm actually about 68kg 😂 I love your blog btw!

This is me, aside from the fact that I weigh 114kg but look around 100kg? IDK, I always assume people are just being nice when they round down like that, but whatevs I don’t really care what other people think about me anyways. And just know that you’re beautiful no matter what you weigh~ Just make sure you stay healthy and do what’s best for your body! I love youuu~ <3

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Title: Broken Scale
Genre: Fluff w/ slight Angst?
Members: All
Words: 1724

“Yeah, I’ll…”

Laughter greeted you as you trailed off, and your friend, who you’d been having a conversation on the phone with for the past few minutes, chuckled, “I’m guessing they’re back?”


You hadn’t seen them yet, as you were setting the table in the kitchen and thus had no view of the front door, where all of the grunts and groans and thuds were coming from, but that definitely was Namjoon that just shouted a string of curse words after another thud seemed to shake the dorm.

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the highway signs say we’re close

because im super angsty after last nights episode and we all know that Lukas isnt good at showing how he feels. idk what this is. fluff. some angst. 

so, here you go. Lukas taking care of a drunk and sad Philip. 

Lukas pushes through the front door, letting his backpack fall off his shoulders and onto the wood floor, not even stopping before turning on his heels and heading out to the barn. He runs a hand through his shaggy hair, letting out a long breath.
He makes his way towards the worktable when he gets in, and finds it already occupied.
Philip leans against it, one arm holding himself up, the other clutching a large and nearly empty bottle of vodka. He lifts it to his lips and takes a large swig, before setting it beside him with a grimace.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Lukas asks, brows furrowing. Philip is still wearing the clothes from the night prior, and from the looks of it, he didn’t go home.
“Do you feel it?” Philip asks, lifting his head and meeting Lukas’ eyes.
“What?” Lukas asks, grabbing the vodka bottle from beside Philip, and frowning. Philip reaches for it, and Lukas turns it upside down, letting the remaining liquid fall into the hay. Philip pouts, and makes another grab for the bottle, though it’s now empty.
“An ache. Here. This one.” Philip says, bringing his hand up to his chest, pressing his fingers against his shirt.
“You’re drunk, Philip.”
“Do you feel it? When you’re with me?”
“It’s like a good pain. In your chest. Heart. Whatever. Do you?” Philip asks, hand dropping back to his side. His lips part, and he watches Lukas, waiting for an answer. 

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Don't Ever Leave (Harry Styles Smut)

Ok so someone asked for a dominate Harry smut, but idk if this is dominate enough. I hope you like it though!

Imagine Masterlist

“What can I get for the pretty lady?” the bartender smirked gesturing to me.

“Scotch.” I said simply and he obliged. He didn’t card me even though I am pretty sure he knew I was under age. I downed my third drink of the night, just barely feeling buzzed, when I saw him. I hadn’t seen Harry in over a year since he went on tour with his band. God, he has really grown up in a year. Even in the darkness of the club, his smile lit up the whole room.

Harry and I used to be best friends, but I don’t know what we are now. My mind flashed back to the day he left.

The airport terminal was cold and bright. I walked hand-in-hand with Harry all the way to the gate. The electronic banner over the door read ‘now boarding’ and Harry turned to face me.

“Well…” he started, but I just flung my arms around his neck, hugging him as tight as I could.

“I’m going to miss you so much Harry.” I whispered as tears began to form in my eyes. He pulled away from the hug and cupped my face in his hands.

“Don’t cry Y/n.” he cooed wiping a tear from my cheek. My eyes wondered over his body, creating a memory of my best friend. His curls perfectly framed his face, his bright green eyes staring into mine, and a smile that could light up the darkest night. “Y/n…” he whispered as his eyes moved from mine to my mouth. Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. His kiss took my breath away. We only kissed for a moment when the announcer came on.

“Final call for flight 234 to Paris. Final call.” A lady’s voice rang over the speakers and Harry pulled away from me. His forehead rested on mine, his hands still on my cheeks.

“Y/n, I have to go.” His voice was soft and hoarse as if he was about to cry. He kissed my forehead before picking up his backpack and walking towards the gate. I stood there and watched as he handed the flight attendant his ticket. He turned back to look at me and a small grin appeared on his lips.

That same grin was present on his face tonight. He shook hands with people and made small talk, completely unaware that I was there.

“Y/n?” I heard Niall’s voice from across the bar. He stood up and walked over, giving me a hug. “How are you? God, you look good.” He smiled and I blushed.

“Thanks Ni.” I giggled and we talked for a few minutes and he offered to buy me another drink.

“Hey, do you want to go dance?” He asked and I just nodded. He took my hand and led me over to the dance floor. I could see Harry standing against a wall and his eyes locked with mine. His jaw dropped and I gave him a small wave before Niall pulled me into the crowd. We were somewhere in the middle and I turned to start grinding on him. His hands roamed my body and I was too focused to realize that Harry had moved over by the DJ so he could see me. Niall and I both were beginning to sweat as I continued to dance on him.

“You have an admirer.” He whispered in my ear and I looked up to see Harry staring directly at me. He hadn’t talked to me in months so I just assumed he regretted what happened at the airport. I spent all this time wondering why he wouldn’t return my calls or texts, but now that I see him here, I am angry. Even if he didn’t care about me romantically, he could of at least talked to me as his best friend. Whatever.

I turned to face Niall. “I don’t care.” I whispered and continued to dance with him. My hands found the back of Niall’s neck and brought his face closer to mine as my hips moved with the beat. His hands gripped my waist over my tight black dress and our bodies were as close as possible. I glanced over at Harry once and his hands were balled into fists at his sides and his eyes were burning holes in Niall and me. I grinned at how infuriated he was getting and I grabbed Niall’s hand and led him off the dance floor. I had just passed the bar with Niall behind me when Harry grabbed Niall by his shirt.

“What do you think you are doing Niall?” he said, his voice deeper than I remember.

“Why do you care man? I am just having a good time with Y/n.” He looked confused and Harry shoved him up against a wall.

“Harry! Stop!” I yelled and he let Niall go.

“And what are you doing!?” he turned to me looking angrier than I have ever seen him.

“That is none of your business! As I recall, you stopped talking to me!” I spat and crossed my arms. He didn’t say anything after that. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit. “Harry! What are y-” he cut me off.

“We are leaving. We need to talk.” He yelled over the music and I just followed him. We got out to his car and he opened the passenger door and I slid in.

“Harry, what is the matter with you?” I asked softly, trying not to anger him more.

“You. You’re what’s the matter with me. You seriously think I would be okay with you screwing around with Niall?” he growled the words lowly and I looked at him shocked.

“Seriously? You haven’t said a word to me in 6 months and you’re mad that I moved on? Holy shit Harry, grow up.” My voice was louder than before and his eyes stayed on the road and he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“You have no idea how hard that was for me.” He whispered thinking I couldn’t hear him.

We pulled up to his apartment and i reluctantly followed him inside. I stood by the door, unwilling to go in any further, when he tuned to face me.

“You want to know why I didn’t talk to you?! I didn’t talk to you because I missed you too much, okay? Every time I hung up the phone, it got harder for me. I just couldn’t do it anymore!” His tough façade was fading and I could see his eyes start to tear up in the darkness.

“Harry, that hurt me. I thought you loved me, but when you stopped responding to my calls-” he cut me off by pushing me against the door and attaching his lips to mine. His kisses still took my breath away.

“I do love you.” He whispered against my lips and it made my stomach flutter. His hands came up from my waist to cup my face and mine moved to the button up he had on. I unlatched button after button until the shirt loosely hung over his shoulders. Harry pulled me off the door and lifted me up so my thighs wrapped around his waist. His shirt fell and landed somewhere in the foyer, and was soon forgotten. We reached the small hallway that lead to his bedroom and he set me down so he could open the door, but he never left my lips. He pulled me into the dark room and his hands moved to the zipper on the back of my dress. “Turn around baby.” He said softly and I did. He placed kisses on my shoulders as he slid the zipper down slowly. I moaned when his lips moved up to my neck sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. I stepped out of my dress and kicked my heels off to the side. I was standing there in my strapless bra and black panties when Harry stepped back. “God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He sighed moving to the button on his jeans.

“No.” I said almost too eagerly. “Let me.” I reached for his pants and placed a kiss on his lips, then his jaw line, then his neck, then his chest. I kissed all the way down his torso, and when I got to the waist band of his pants, I hooked my fingers in the belt loops and pulled them down his legs. He let out a groan when the material left his legs. I pushed him back towards the bed and sat him down on the edge. His hands reached for my waist and I straddled his lap.

“Y/n…” he whispered my name before reattaching our lips. I moved my hands to undo my bra and threw it across the room. Harry pulled away from me and his eyes wondered to my breasts. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and wrapped his hands around my back to keep me from falling. He kissed the valley between my breasts and moved over to lick and suck on my nipple. I let out a squeal and he chuckled against my skin. “This is all I thought about while I was away. You are all I thought about.” His voice was low and raspy and my eyes moved to his bright green ones. I grabbed his face and brought his mouth to mine. I kissed him so passionately that I forgot I was ever mad at him. I think I even forgot that he ever left me.

“Harry?” I mumbled between kisses.

“What baby?” he held me so tight, I thought he would never let me go.

“Take me Harry…” My hands rested on his bare chest and he lifted me up and flipped us so he could be on top.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” he said lowly and I just nodded furiously. “Use your words princess.” He chuckled and moved down to pull my underwear away from my body.

“God, yes Harry! I want you!” I yelled getting frustrated at how slow he was going.

“That’s my girl. Now, take off my boxers.” I never expected Harry to be dominating in bed, but it just made the ache between my thighs worse. He sat up so I could hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and push them off his hips. He wiggled them down his legs and laid back down over me. His hand moved down to my exposed center and slid one finger up and down collecting some of the juices. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” He whispered placing kisses on my neck. I gasped when his lips left my body and his moved down toward my aching area. “Now, I want you to be loud. Can you do that for me gorgeous?” he asked already knowing the answer.

“Yes Harry.”  I trembled waiting for his touch and finally it came. His lips grazed over my hip bone and he sucked a dark mark there. I moaned and he laughed lowly.

“You’re gonna have to be louder than that Y/n.” he continued down until his lips were only centimeters from my core. I bucked my hips hoping he would get a move on, but he just pushed my hips back down on the bed. “Tsk tsk tsk. No m'am.” I groaned in aggravation, but froze as soon as I felt his mouth on me. He licked a long strip up my folds and I squealed when he reached my clit. His lips attached to it and started sucking furiously while still holding my hips in place.

“Shit! Harry!” I screamed and I could feel him smile into me. He continued torturing me until my legs started shaking. “Harry, I’m close!” I yelled out and he pulled away from my body. I gasped and looked at him in disbelief.

“Not yet babe.” He smiled kissing back up my body and killing me with every touch. His lips found mine again and he slipped his tongue in with no objection from me. I could taste myself on his lips which only added to my arousal. His fully erect member was teasing my thigh and I whimpered at the contact. “Do you want my cock baby?” His member rubbed up and down my folds and I jolted forward.

“Yes Harry! I want it!” I moaned and he brought his eyes back to mine.

“What do you want? Be specific.” His voice was low and seductive.

“I want your huge cock, Harry! I want it so bad baby!” I was truly desperate for him to be inside me. He just smirked at my words and kissed my lips again.

“You asked for it baby.” He chuckled and grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head. With his other hand, he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in with no problem. “Such a good girl. So wet for me.” He grunted as he started thrusting deep into me. One of his hands grasped my hips tightly and started kissing my neck as I moaned under him.

“Oh God! Harry!” I whisper shouted into his ear and he slowed his movements so he could make eye contact with me.

“Do you like it when I fuck you?” he released my hands and held himself up on his forearms. My newly free hands flew to the hair on the nape of his neck and I nodded frantically. He delivered one specifically hard thrust as if to tell me to use my words. I groaned and looked up at him.

“Yes Haz, I love it when you fuck me like this.” I tried to say it as seductively as I could while he continued pushing into me. His hand traveled down my body to rub my clit while he resumed his deep thrusts.

“Cum for me beautiful.” He whispered in my ear and, as if on cue, my limbs started convulsing and I contracted around his member. I let out some embarrassingly pornographic moans and gripped his hair tightly as I came hard. He only thrusted a few more times before spilling his liquids in me. He held his position and kissed me all over before pulling out and laying to my side. He rustled a little and pulled the blanket up over me to cover my naked, exhausted body. I turned to my side and studied his features. His curls perfectly framed his face, his bright green eyes staring into mine, and a smile that could light up the darkest night. I realized I wasn’t looking at my best friend anymore. I was looking at the boy I was in love with.

“Harry?” I whispered and pushed a curl from his forehead.

“Yes, Y/n?” He mumbled avoiding my eyes.

“I love you.” I said softly placing a kiss on his lips. He looked up and he had that grin on his face. I scooted my body closer to his and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up against his chest. His warmth and scent was familiar and it was like he never left. 

Was it okay? I am still taking requests if you guys want one like this!! 1D or 5SOS :) 

anonymous asked:

Hey, can u write a Jackson scenario where you're idol too from a rookie girl group and was dating Jackson in secret but unfortunately Jackson dumped you because of company. By the time, you feel worse and in an award performance you faint and next is up to you? Sorry if this is bad and makes not sense :/ xoxo

Jackson // invisible

Requested; yes, request here

Rating: G (no warnings) /idk

Length: 747 words.


“Jackson, what’s wrong? Please don’t leave without telling me!” You begged quietly, pouting when your boyfriend of one year refused to even look at you.

“Y/N, stop.”

That wasn’t the Jackson you knew, the Jackson you knew could barely say no to you and your cute pouting.

Slightly mad and confused, you tilted your head before stepping away from the blonde boy.

“Jackson, why don’t YOU stop? You’ve been acting this way all week and I’ve never seen you like this before.” You responded, biting your lip and cautiously observing his reaction. Only few times had you seen him angry and you didn’t want today to be one of those times.

After a few more moments of silence, Jackson seemed to hesitate before he spoke.

“Y/N, I can’t do this anymore.” He mumbled, eyes cold but directed elsewhere while his hands were tightly clasped together.

“O-oh…” You spluttered out, shocked.

Oh. So the boy you’d loved for over 365 days was ending it? Oh.

“I’m sorry for, uh, holding you up then… Have a great dance practice… I’ll get my spare clothes and stuff out of your sight by the time you’re back…” You coughed awkwardly, allowing him to walk out the door without even the simplest goodbye.


Thinking back to that time, you realised how easily acting “okay” was at first, how easily “I’m fine” slipped from your mouth weeks after being deprived of the one person you loved so much.

Your members worried for you, bottling up your emotions was never a good thing and they knew that was what you did. It was hard to miss the way their eyes were always expecting something to happen.

They were so busy waiting for you to explode that they didn’t notice your lack of eating or drinking. Maybe it was the way you went out of your way to eat with them, but never when they weren’t there, or the way you’d drink water slowly after dance, but never when they weren’t watching. You put up a front for them and pushed all your pain into your group’s performances, it was positive drive instead of negative in your eyes.

It had only been a month after the boy of your dreams walked out of your life that you had debuted. Being a rookie group meant more hardwork and you were prepared to do whatever it took to get to the top with your girls, whatever it took.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Your group member Aruem squeaked, excitedly bouncing in her sparkly heels.

“Be careful, we don’t want you to literally break a leg.” Eunji mumbled, fiddling with her microphone pack.

Glancing over at the two of them, you dismissed the light wave of nausea that overcame you before attempting to find a most-likely flustered Hyeun. Just as you expected, she was rushing towards your group, fully glammed up like the rest of you.

“Y/N? You look ill…” Your late leader shared, lightly touching your forehead.

Brushing her off, you threw on a grin. “I’m fine, just nervous!”

Before Hyeun could investigate further, your group was called to the stage.

Performing the choreography you’d worked your butt off for felt great, finally showing the world what your group was made of was a dream come true, however the night didn’t end as amazing as it began. One moment you were hitting all the notes perfectly, body moving in time with the music, and the next you were looking up at the roof of the stadium, drifting in and out of consciousness.

The only sound left was the backing track of your debut single and a loud silence that seemed to wash over the crowd, though to you everything sounded underwater.

It didn’t take long for you to fall into unconsciousness completely.


You woke to the sound of a deep voice mumbling beside you, a weight in your hands and on your legs.

“I can’t believe this happened… Why did this happen to you, of all people? You don’t deserve this…”

Slowly but surely, you opened your eyes to be met with the familiar face of Jackson Wang.

He looked healthy but his eye bags said otherwise.

Attempting to speak, you were stopped by how dry your throat felt now that you came into consciousness. Jackson seemed panicked and reached over to hand you a glass of water.

After mildly choking, you eventually gained the ability to speak.

“What are you doing here?”


it’s been awhile since I’ve updated and this is definitely not my best writing but nevertheless, here is your request anon X

Patron Saints of Liars and Fakes

Prompt: amazing

Summary: “How do you want me then?” He added shortly as he continued his way on pleasuring Dan by dipping his hand down his boxers.
“Jesus Christ- I don’t care. Rub your fucking cock on me or whatever just- god, make me cum.”
Genre: Smut.
Warning: swearing, gay porn, break-ups and cheating, implied unrequited love
Words: 994 words
A/N: idk man. Ure prompt is so general I had a lot of trouble writing this bc I don’t know what u wanted srry. Anyhoo holla here u go hon. I didn’t make it long bc I kinda wrote a fic(that is still in process) that’s also fwb. Nice I wrote a fucking smut drabble

It’s two fucking am and Phil is standing in the lounge with Dan in his arms.

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little psa before i start this: i saw the gifs of ash in a hoodie playing the drums and i started crying a lil then i sneezed just thought i’d let you know
request: can you do a 4/4 or just luke where he finds your sex toys and you’re embarrassed but he wants to watch you use them?
yes i sure can this turns me on idk why?? luKEKEKE that’s why

warnings: uhh smut obvs, sex toys, orgasm denial i guESS?? idk if it counts but ya

on with it m8

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