and put your hands all over each other

Needs Of Approval

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: A lot of gifs used (; And this is a bit long, so get cozy and enjoy!

Word Count: 2731

PART TWO | PART THREE


Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.

It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.

You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.

Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.

You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.

Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.

You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”

Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.

“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.

Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.

“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.

Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.

“Who might this be?” Finn asked.

“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.

Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”

Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.


Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself. 

Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.

Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.

And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.

You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.  

At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.

“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.

You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.

“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.

“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”

“To hell with that bloody wanker.”

“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.

“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.

“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.

Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.

It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.

You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”

“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.

Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.

Kol just glared at his older brother.

“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her. 

“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.

“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.

Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.

“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.

“I mean, am I right or am I right?”

Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.

Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion. 

You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.

“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.

“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.

“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.

“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up. 

You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.

“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.

“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”

(Later…)

After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”

“No matter.” Kol replied.

“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.

Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.

What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.

“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.

“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.

“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”

“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.

“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.

“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.

Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”

You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed. 

As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous. 

As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.

You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.

Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz. 

The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.

(Meanwhile…)

“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.

“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.

Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.

Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.

“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.

“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”

“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.


The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming. 

After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Yes?” You were puzzled.

“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.

“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.

“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”

“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.

Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.

This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated. 

Just Friends? (Christian Yu SMUT)

Pairing: Christian Yu x Reader (DPR Founder/Ex C-Clown member)

Warnings: heavy on the smut. Calling him Oppa (idk that might trigger people) really minor angst with a happy ending.

Word count: 3568 (I can’t believe it either guys, I thought it’d be a short one.)

Summary: Friends with unspoken mutual feelings have fun on the couch but realize that there is much more to talk about.

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You were never really ‘just friends.’

The way you both looked at each other from time to time would already confirm that you weren’t. Not to mention the sleeping and cuddling together, the stares or the subtle touches. It was obvious both of you had feelings for each other. Yet neither of you had the balls to actually take it to the next stage.

He got jealous whenever you were around other men, and so did you when he had one of those music video shoots where all of these girls on set have a hunger for Christian and the fame that came with him. But when you or him ever got mad out of jealousy, the argument was always brushed off because the obvious question would linger. “Why are you even jealous, we’re not together are we?”

Every time you heard or said those words something inside of you would just break. Why couldn’t you just open your damn mouth and tell Christian how you really feel. Because you’re scared he’ll be done with you after he tests the waters? He’ll eventually get bored and leave right? So if you keep him at an arms length, but still close enough to hold, then that won’t happen… right?

“Stop thinking” you quietly mumble to yourself. You knelt down in front of your TV to connect it to your laptop.

“What?” Christian asked.

“Uh- Stupid thing.” You quickly ‘repeat’ yourself.

Christian was on the couch, patiently waiting, enjoying the view of your ass basically hanging out of your too short shorts. You didn’t even notice as you were so deep in thought, fumbling with a few cables that would connect your laptop to the TV and sound system.

Christian laid himself down on the couch sideways, supporting his head with his hand, watching your every move. “Need a hand?” he says amused biting his bottom lip.

“Nah, I’ve got it” you say getting up. You turn around to look at him seeing he was already laying down on your couch. It’s like his body was presented to you on a silver platter, but you quickly get those thoughts out of your head diverting your attention to the smug grin on his face.

“You better not fall asleep; I’m not watching Naruto while you snore.” You say throwing a pillow at his face which he oh so conveniently catches, putting it behind his head for support.

“I promise I won’t, c’mere” he says holding out his hand. You walk towards him swatting his hand away. He chuckles as you do so. You sit down in front of his torso and lean back folding your legs over each other. The intro ended and just as you wanted to start focusing, he grabs your arm and slowly pulls you down with him.

“We’ll both be more comfortable this way” he nonchalantly states, pulling you closer as he put out his arm for you to rest your head on. His other arm wraps around your waist after he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Comfy?” he asks. “Yes” you lie.

How could you possibly be comfortable with all of this sexual tension and unspoken frustration. How could you even concentrate on the damn anime like this? Your head was close enough to Christians chest to hear his heartbeat over the speaker sounds.

Your hands. What the fuck do you do with your hands. You awkwardly intertwined your fingers so you wouldn’t be tempted to touch him more than you already wanted to.

“Are you cold?” he asks grabbing your hands. “Jesus they’re freezing Y/n, let me get a blanket.” He said before you could answer the question.

A blanket? Sure let’s share the damn blanket.

You’re not cold. Your insides are at a dangerously high temperature every time he touches you. You were everything but cold, even though your hands state otherwise.

He quickly got up, pausing the anime, and got back just as fast with your favorite beige fleece fluffy blanket. He laid back down, grabbing your arm again to get you to lay back down with him. He sweetly caresses your hair and covers both of you with the blanket. It was soft and warm. Just like Christian.

“Better?” he asks bringing his hand down your waist again where it was before. You look up at him and nod giving him a shy smile, hiding your face in his arm.

He chuckled kissing the top of your head.

Like that you watched Naruto, with every minute that passed you started to feel more and more comfortable in Christian’s arms, because of that, the tension in your body left as well. You were able to relax. Sometimes as Christian would adjust his hold on you the tension came back, but it left quickly afterwards. It was like this was how it was supposed to be.

After a while you find yourself not paying much attention to your TV anymore, you started to lightly trace Christians tattoo’s on his underarm with your index finger.

Little did you know that Christian hadn’t been paying attention to the TV either. He was in a trance just like you, watching you retrace your path on his tattoo’s every now and then, making random circles on his skin, or writing things. Things he didn’t feel good enough to know what you were writing, but to him it was sweet and endearing. Your soft touches felt good, your touch was just the right amount of ticklishness and softness mixed together.

He inhaled and exhaled strongly, which was just enough to get you out of your trance. As you snap out of it you immediately stop your movements as you look up at the television screen to see that the credits were rolling. Your eyes widen as you feel Christian’s hand creep up under your shirt onto your stomach. His hand was warm and soft on your skin.

“Why did you stop” he whispers in your ear. “It felt good” he started to teasingly trace his fingers around your belly button and all you could do was hold your breath. You didn’t even notice your hand was tightly holding his other hand on the arm you were resting your head on.

His finger went lower, he teasingly stopped at the hem of your panties, and stroked his fingers back up to your belly button.

You were ticklish and sensitive, and didn’t really know what was happening. Was this going to be the day where that damn barrier between the two of you was going to be broken? And all it took was a little Naruto?

You hold your breath but can’t keep it in anymore as he brings his lips closer to your ear. “Does that feel good to you?” he asks whispering in your ear, planting a wet kiss in your neck.

You whimper as he takes his hand from up under your shirt. Losing all contact to your skin.

He smirked to himself and suddenly put his hand over your clothed heat. Like a reflex your hand quickly grabs his wrist down there, stopping him from moving his hand any further.

Your eyes dart to his dark ones, the look in his eyes is one you hadn’t seen before. They were dark and full of lust. His sweetness disappeared too by the looks of it.

“What, you don’t want me there?” he asks cocking his head sideways. “Not even like this?” he says stretching his index finger in between your clothed folds teasingly rubbing your clit a little.

“I-ahh-Christian…” you moan his name trying to close your thighs.

“Yes or No?” he says with hunger in his eyes.

You don’t even dare to hesitate. “Yes”

That word was like music to his god damn ears. He quickly turned you on your back throwing the blanket on the floor, taking his arm from up under your head and supporting his own weight with it as his other hand disappeared under your panties.

“So wet” he breathes attacking your lips with his while his fingers dance around your clit.

You moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an invitation to play with yours. You hungrily kiss him back. Your hands disappear into his hair, tugging at it as the intense pleasure overcame you. You feel his finger work its magic inside of you, moaning loudly into his mouth as he inserts a second finger into you, pumping you at a faster pace.

“Oppa-I’m” you can’t even finish your sentence as your walls clench around his fingers. You throw your head back, giving Christian the opportunity to suck on your sweet spot in your neck. Your moans got caught in your throat as you find your release. Your juices start to flow as your body shocks from the much needed orgasm.

“God you’re so fucking hot when you cum baby” he says biting your earlobe.

Just when you thought you could finally breathe again, Christian gets up from the couch in one swift move, removing his shirt showing his just right sculpted upper body. When his shirt fell to the floor he took off your clothes, only leaving your panties in a matter of seconds.

“You look so good baby…” he says admiring the view, kneading your breasts with both hands. He got on top of you, taking your left breast into his mouth while playing with your other breast, sometimes slightly pinching your nipple.

You were a mewling mess under him. You could feel his bulge press onto your stomach which made everything so much more intense. You wanted him inside of you, but he quickly grabbed your hands and put them above your head when you tried to get your fingers on the hem of his sweat shorts.

“No baby, I haven’t even tasted you yet” he says smirking down at you. He lifted himself off of you, kissing you again with a little less desperation than before, as if he found the comfort of knowing that you weren’t going anywhere, and you were his for the moment, or moments to come.

“Christian I need you…in me” you pant after your lips detached. “Soon” he says sweetly putting a strand of lost hair behind your ear.

His sweet demeanor quickly disappeared as he roughly turned you on your stomach, smacking your right ass cheek harder than you expected. You squeak as his hand landed on your bum.

“Ass up, face down, hands together between your tits” he demands with a low voice.

You quickly do as he says. You liked this, you’ve never been bossed around with sex like this before, and the mixture of sweet Christian and dominant Christian was turning you on even more if that was even possible.

You couldn’t see him.

The darkness in your living room made it easier to concentrate on sound. You waited for a few seconds but all you could hear was soft sounds of Christian readjusting himself on the couch.

Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel your panties being moved aside when a warm tip pushes against your entrance softly. “I-I thought I had to wait” you say trying to look back at him.

“You do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you.” He says spreading your liquids between your folds with his tip. It was driving you absolutely insane how he would lightly brush against your clit. The friction felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ch-Christian please.” You almost beg. Your voice was cracking and raspy. Your mouth was dry from all the screaming and moaning from just a minute ago.

Just like that he removed his tip from you, again leaving you without any contact to your skin. The loss of touch made you groan in frustration.

“So impatient” he says caressing your upper back to your lower back with just his fingertips. His fingers reached the hem of your panties and he pulls them down. You help him by lifting your knees up off the couch for him, waiting for whatever he had planned next.

You hear him take another position, but since you can’t see what he’s doing, your anticipation lingered.

Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your torso pulling you down. You let out a little yelp as you feel his mouth envelop around your heat. You sit up out of shock and the intense pleasure he was giving you, fucking you with his tongue. His hands were still on your waist as he ate you out.

Your hands grab onto his, not knowing what to do because you’ve never done this before. You tried lifting yourself off of him, but he made you take it, keeping you in place with his hands still firmly placed on your sides.

He stops for a second. “Does that feel good baby?” you nod furiously covering your mouth trying to mute your moans a little, thinking of your poor neighbors at this hour. He kept going, flicking his tongue faster against your clit, making you go crazy as you reached your high again.

You screamed out his name as your whole body shocked, as if he sensed it, he quickly got up from under you to catch you as your body fell numb. He placed you on the couch softly, kissing your lips ever so gently wiping two tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

You didn’t even notice the tears. You didn’t even notice he was completely naked. You tried to calm yourself down, trying to take in the view of this beautiful man.

“Shhh it’s okay, are you okay? How do you feel? Do I have to stop?” His questions seemed to come all at once, but you couldn’t answer him as you were still trying to calm your breathing down.

“Baby answer me” he says still worried.

You close your eyes, trying to regain composure. Baby huh, you liked your new nickname.

“Your turn” you say, opening your eyes.

“What?” he asks confused. “I said, your turn” you say getting up. You push his chest against the couch making him sit up straight. His eyes followed you like a hawk. You got down on your knees, sitting between his legs on the floor, that’s when he finally realized what you were up to.  Taking his length in your hands you slowly started pumping him, attaching your mouth to his balls, sucking on them slowly.

He threw his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. He moaned softly when you attached your mouth on his tip, licking and sucking on just the right pace.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that” he moaned gathering your hair together as if he was making a ponytail, slowly making you go deeper on him, following every head bop with his hand pulling on your hair.

You smiled. Fully content with yourself. You’re a big girl, you can handle yourself. You might not be the most experienced lover, but you did know how to make a man want to return to you.

You took all of him, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. You took him like a fucking champion, focusing on trying not to gag while you let him fuck your throat slowly.

His hands let go of your hair and grabbed his own.

“Fuck baby…” is all he could say. Various types of groans and moans were escaping his lips, making sure you knew how much he loved what you were doing.

You knew when the timing was right, so you detached your mouth from his length and climbed on top of him on the couch. You put your knees beside his legs, guiding him to your entrance.

You made eye contact with him. His eyes had a different vibe to them now, it wasn’t just lust anymore was it? Was it…love?

You couldn’t think as you guided himself into you. You could feel the soreness already. Both of you let out a groan as your walls tighten around his length. He filled you up perfectly. This was what you wanted from the start. This incomparable feeling.

His arms enveloped you into a hug as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. You start to slowly move on his cock. The friction was just right. It wasn’t too intense like before; it was just right.

You moan, sucking and biting on the skin of his neck.

As you both got more used to the feeling of each other, your pace started to quicken. You bounced up and down on him a little faster, his arms which where so securely holding you, went down to lightly grab your thighs.

“Oppa you feel so good inside of me” you say in a raspy breathy voice.

All he did was answer you with a groan, throwing his head back. You were getting tired, and he noticed as your pace started to slow down. Just like that he put you down with your back to the couch and started fucking you with your legs up on his shoulders, you could feel him deeper inside of you like this. Your moans started to turn into mewls again and by the increase of Christian’s groans you knew he was close as well.

He fastened his pace, putting your legs down beside his. After a few more deep and hard thrusts he came, and so did you. He rode out his high while the both of you try to catch your breaths.

A wave of exhaustion washed over you as he pulled out. He grabbed a tissue from your coffee table, cleaning you up and his tip as well.

You closed your eyes, not wanting this moment to end, unsure of what he might say next. Or what this meant to your ‘friendship.’

He sighed, putting your panties back onto you, grabbing his t-shirt and helping you put it on. You felt more secure with some clothes on now. You watch him slip into his boxers and sit down next to you.

You pulled your knees up to your chest making eye contact with him as he sat in front of you taking your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, lost in thought.

He knew he was the one who was going to have to say something, cause you sure as hell weren’t going to.

“Y/n” he eventually says.

You look up meeting his gaze.

“I’m more of a man than this” he says.

You raise your eyebrows, confused to his words. “What do you mean?” you ask for clarification. This certainly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. Did he honestly think he did a bad job or something?

“I mean that” he paused biting his lip. “I should not have taken advantage of you like that, knowing we have so much to talk about regarding our obvious feelings for each other, I just didn’t know how.” He confesses.

You’re dumbfounded not knowing what to say. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you in that way.

“Christian.” You start, but that’s how you end, you don’t even know what you wanted to say next.

“No, It’s okay, I understand if you don’t want to see me again. My judgment was clouded by the lust I have for you. It was wrong and we shouldn’t have but- “

“Whoa there.” You cut him off. “I fucked you back just as much as you fucked me. I never told you to stop or anything because I wanted this too.” You say. He looked down, trying to avoid your eyes.

“Christian I-I think I kind of love you” you say. There. You said it. It’s out there. No taking it back now.

FUCK.

What type of confession is that? You think, you kind of love him?”

His eyes dart to yours in shock. Shit. Did you just scare him off? Did you just fuck everything up then and there on your own?

He opened his mouth to say something but then closes it again. You just keep looking at him, straight into his eyes. You didn’t know where the rush of confidence came from to do so, but you might as well be butt naked right now, you had nothing to lose anymore.

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. “I think…I kind of love you too Y/n.” he says smiling shyly.

“The only problem is that I never told you because I don’t know how to relationship.” He says shrugging.

You exhale out of relief. “Oh my god these were the most intense thirty minutes of my life.” You say yawning as the exhaustion comes flooding back.

Christian smiles at you pulling you into his arms, caressing your hair while tightly hugging you.

You close your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s talk about how to relationship tomorrow okay?” you say sleepily yawning again keeping your eyes closed.

He smiled picking you up bridal style, carrying to your bedroom, softly placing you on the bed. He turned off the light and went back to the bed to lay back down with you. He rested his head on a pillow. Relieved with how much weight was lifted off of his shoulders right now. You rolled to his side, resting your head on his chest, hugging his torso.

He kissed your forehead, putting your blanket over you so you wouldn’t be cold, just like he did every time he stayed over.

Tonight was different though, because tonight meant that tomorrow your future together would finally start.

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(A/N) I really hoped y’all liked this, I was contemplating whether to write a smut or not since I barely write anything anymore, but I feel like I see Christian Yu everywhere lately, and with that comes a bunch of lusting ladies. But checking his tag on Tumblr I noticed there weren’t much scenarios or smuts on him. If anyone has any requests I will happily take them! Again excuse my awful writing, it’s three in the morning. 

By the way I really hope this guy doesn’t have a tumblr and searches himself cause this was ungodly.

05. So Long

An AU where you and Harry are at university and the daily carpool turns into something more.

Warnings: AU Harry, smut, little fluff


           Every day.

           Every goddamn day.

           You had been best friends since you were young kids. For a while, it seemed that Harry would always be just a good friend, somewhat like a brother, a good mate. But that was it, nothing more.

           But then you got older. And you noticed that when he’d had a few his hand would linger on your hip a bit longer as he passed by, or he’d sling an arm around your shoulders and pull you close, talking lowly while his whiskey breath fanned over your face. You even noticed that when he was stone cold sober he stared at you a beat too long.

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CHAPTER SIX: YOU LIKE HIM.

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: feelings develop and the reader comes to find out that steve truly does care about her.

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing and Spoilers

CHAPTERS: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE

WORD COUNT: 2.2K+

After sitting in the cellar for almost two and a half hours and Steve taking it upon himself to comfort you once again. Dustin had finally gotten through the story about the Demogorgon, and the upside down. It was a lot for you to take in. And if both Steve and Dustin didn’t confirm it you would have sworn it was just a bad prank. Also the giant hole in your cellar caused you not to question it very much. A hole, by the way, that looked like it went on for miles.  

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Smutty Smutty Smutty. Carry on! 

“I’ve been thinking about you.” 

Or Harry calls you in the middle of the night because he wants to touch you and ends up touching himself. 

You just catch the final few bars of your ringtone as you get an eye of the time, it’s 2:45 in the morning and you’re not the happiest person on the planet because one, you worked today and two, you work tomorrow and three, you like to sleep. But it’s his ringtone, so with a reluctant sigh into the darkness you grab the too-bright phone, dialing the number, H’s number. Not even a ring later, the line connects.

“Hi, bean.” He whispers quietly halfway around the world. He’s tucked away into a five-star hotel, laid back on the king sized bed with this smile on his face. This smile that reveals the deepest dimple because he knows that he’s woken you up and you’re going to be grumpy, but you’re there and you’re alone and you’re probably wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. With a grin he presses the phone to his ear, holding it in place with his shoulder. “Miss my girl,” he acknowledges as his right hand snakes down, landing in the small curly patch of dark hair nuzzled under his bellybutton. “I know you’re sleepin’, just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

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hair dye [ cm x r ]

fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

by : Summer

pairing : Connor Murphy x Reader

summary : in which you and Zoe are dying your hair and try to convince Connor to dye his. 

request : “Could you write some Connor Murphy imagine where he is a virgin and the reader isn’t and it’s some smut.”

word count : 7,007

warnings : boy oh boy is this gonna be a sMUT HNNGGGFFFF, y’all can’t have a smut w/o a hella lotta sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions blood?, ooc writing, rushed writing, terrible writing in general;;,,,,,

 a / n : Inspired by when I dyed my hair and was super lazy per usual and stained my pillowcase. i’m such a sinner… Is it just me or did my writing change completely like halfway through it? idk it’s bad, sorry. Thanks for reading though. Any sort of support is sincerely respected: liking, commenting, reblogging, following, anything! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Much love.


“What the alien cult shit is going on?” Connor asked with a very pissed and very confused expression.

He had just walked past the bathroom when he saw his sister sitting on a chair with strands of hair sectioned off into tubes of tin foil. Y/N, his girlfriend was standing beside Zoe with purple hands. Purple? Blue? Indigo.

“It’s the devil himself,” Zoe said sarcastically.

“You little bi-”

“Zoe,” You cut off Connor rapidly, “if anything he’s a handsome devil.

“…Fuck you,” Connor mumbled, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorframe.

“Y/N, you’re gross,” Zoe groaned. You snapped your indigo stained gloves off.

“Grossly in love,” you sang, walking over to Connor and tapping him on the nose. His scowl softened just slightly. Zoe simply groaned.

“I literally cannot have a single day without sharing you,” Zoe slapped the bathroom counter with both hands, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be my best friend. If anything, you’re like my sister and that’d be super weird to think of my sister dating my brother.”

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Caught in Between

Pairing: Darkiplier x Reader X Antisepticeye

Warnings: Language

Request: Hi! I was wondering would it be ok to request something where Dark and Wilford(or Anti your choice ☺️) are fighting over the reader

Notes: This was pretty fun to write haha. I just got off of work, sorry if it’s a little blah. I still hope you all like it though. 

Requests are open! :)


“What the fuck do you want? I have Y/n’s attention! Me!”

“Y/N was resting, you have no right to ruin her sleep.”

You sigh, putting your forehead in your hands as you listened to Anti and Dark argue with each other again. This has been going on since this morning, it started out as normal as it get’s in this place and then the two Ego’s were both doing all these little tasks just for your attention. 

Dark made you breakfast. 

“Wow..th-this is amazing.” You said, mouth agape at the delicious looking breakfast witting before you on a plate. You didn’t understand where this has suddenly come from but you weren’t going to turn down some food. 

“Thank you, Dark.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

That wasn’t anything suspicious, because Dar always says little things like that - besides… you were busy eating to really think about it. 

Anti laid in your lap, cuddling into your stomach whining that you do something with him. 

A small grunt left your lips at the sudden added weight on your lap. Looking down from your book, you see a grinning Anti staring up at you, making you give him a questioning gaze. 

“What do you want?” 

“Oh nothing just…you.”

You roll your eyes at his flirting then go back to reading your book, trying to fight off the smile that wanted to break out on your face. Anti didn’t like that your attention wasn’t on him a whine left his throat and he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your stomach. 

“Pay attention to me!’

As if moving on autopilot, you shift so that you can hold your book in one hand, while you now free hand moved itself through his hair.  It was something you found that helps calm him down, and there’s also the fact that he really liked it. 

You smile, unknowing of the small smile Anti held on his face too. 

Dark actually cuddled with you when you took your nap. 

While being here you somehow gotten in the habit of taking naps. No complaining from you you loved to sleep, but this particular nap was not spent alone. It’s rare, whenever Dark feels in the mood for any physical contact that is normal and not… lust filled.  

So when you were allowed to cuddle up into Dark’s side, it was a little surprising and suspicious. But you didn’t want to dwell on that, because this is such a rare occurrence, you wanted to cherish it. So you closed your eyes, snuggling closer to him, feeling his arm hold you tighter and breathing in his scent. 

It was a nap you didn’t want to wake up from. And unknowing to you Dark didn’t want you to wake up for a few hours, liking holding you in his arms like a normal being - something he isn’t. 

Then Anti woke you up, pulling you away from Dark for some junk food and video games. Which leads to where you are now, both men arguing, because Dark did not like the action Anti did. 

while at first you were a little annoyed that he woke you up, the idea of having a fun rest of the night with junk food and games did sound nice. But then again, Anti did ruin a rare moment. 

You heave a heavy sigh looking up at the two beings, eyes widening when you sw the familiar black void that only Dark can control. You stand up, moving between the which could be a bad idea, you didn’t know just yet, and held out a hand on either chest. 

“Will you two just stop?” You look at Anti, “You, Grean Bean, when I’m napping - don’t wake me up.” then you look over at Dark, seeing his calm visage start to crumble to the temper he tries to hide. “And you Edgelord -” This earned you a glare. “- just..chill.”

You keep your eyes locked with his, the glaire slowly disappearing before he takes a deep breath. Dark stood up straight, fixing his already neat suit. Rolling his neck, he said, 

“My apologies, Y/N.”

“…Yeah, me too.”

You let out a breath, then stood up to your full height, which wasn’t much to them. “Apologies accepted. Noe, mind telling me what today was all about?”

No one said a thing.

“Look, I don’t really understand this.” You pointed between the three of you. “But fighting for my attention, is not how you get it. I give it to you on my owns terms.” you pause, thinking up a perfect tense breaker. “Like right now, I really do want to kick Anti’s ass on Mario Kart.”

Dark smirked. “That does sound entertaining.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try! Bring it on, Y/N!”

I Want Action

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Characters: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1,323

Warnings: a drop of angst maybe, SMUT, car sex, breath play?, some dirty talk, interrupting Sam

(the lyrics used from I Want Action by Poison are italicized

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game on

this is inspired by Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all the clothes I mention go check out the video!

Word Count:  2250

Rating: R (Smut)

I hope you guys enjoy!

It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense, because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.

“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day. “I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.

“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation, grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.

“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.

“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips along the way. 

“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.

“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his eyes before they settled to look at you again.

“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.

“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his eyes narrowed again, suspicious.

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent smile and gave him a wave.


You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d be looking at his phone occasionally.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever written/ would be interested in writing a fic where blue, Ronan, Adam, Gansey, Noah, and Henry join the foxes?

(a real live crossover, I’ve never done this in my life lmao!! btw I didn’t know how to write a ghostie into a PSU sports team so I’m afraid noah’s not in this one)

“That’s a bad omen if I’ve ever seen one,” Dan says mildly, shielding her eyes from the sun. Neil follows her squinting gaze to the border of the baking sidewalk.

There’s a raven watching them from the dust, glossy wings folded out a little like it’s preparing for flight. It’s pinprick eyes are black beads tossed into pitch fabric, near invisible.

The foxes watch it preen and hop towards them. Neil gets a sinking feeling that it isn’t wild, that its strut and challenging eyes must belong to some rotten nest.

They’re grouped at the entrance of the court: Dan installed at the edge of the parking lot with a hand on her hip, Allison splayed all over the wall wearing sleek white shorts to match the paint job, Andrew and Neil tipped back into the sun-sharp grate of their car. The others are dotted along the unruly grass and perched over cars, sweating through the wait for fresh teammates with fresh problems.

The raven cocks its head and paces closer. Nicky coos at it. Matt tells it to fuck off good-naturedly.

“How about you go ahead and fuck off first?”

Neil looks evenly over to the source of the voice, feeling trepidation slither down his neck like ice under the collar.

A boy walks towards them with an unfriendly mouth and a mangled cut-off t-shirt, tattoos and scars jostling for a place on his body. He looks like what Neil expected when he first heard of the foxes. He looks like the popped blade of a box-cutter that someone forgot to sheath. He has a vicious BMW at his heels like an afterthought.

“Dibs,” Nicky says, breathless.

“Oh, sorry, I was talking to the bird,” Matt explains.

“And I was talking to you,” the stranger replies, holding eye contact until it feels like a raw vein pinched between fingers. The foxes shuffle and kick up dust and exchange looks.

“You’ve gotta be one of our new recruits. No one but a fox is going to start shit over a raven,” Dan says, half smiling.

“He’s defending her honour,” someone says, and their attention all swivels again.

The newcomer walks up with his hands clutched in his pockets, smiling with a third of his mouth, eyes serious and deep-set in his tan face.

“Adam,” he introduces, expression jumping. “That’s Ronan. He likes to make bad first impressions. It’s his favourite sport after exy.”

Adam winds and locks into the space at Ronan’s side, and they bump fists in a way that’s more brushing knuckles than anything else.

“Parrish,” Ronan says thinly. “They already insulted Chainsaw. We have to drop out.”

Neil can feel Andrew watching their interaction with hooded eyes.

“She probably deserved it,” Adam says. “You usually do.”

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Distressed

Haii, is it okay if you write smth with Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other??

Steve Harrington X Reader

Fluff

Summary: You weren’t usually so bold but you really had to talk about it.

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Rotten Judgement - part 7

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,985

Warnings: the usual - more or less

A/N: Happy Bastille Bay to those who celebrate it! Thank you all for sticking with the story :) Hope you enjoy this part!

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

Bucky kept you against his chest and pressed his forehead against yours, begging you to wake up. Pierce threw the bloody knife at his feet and the blade stuck to the ground. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Steve, Sam and Clint outside the restaurant. The three heroes warily entered the room, their eyes scanning the area.

“I was too late to save her,” Pierce said solemnly. “He killed her.”

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Nineteen

Summary: It’s Father’s Day and, for the first time ever, you have a father to celebrate with. Your and JJ’s gift for Jensen goes viral, leading to a much needed conversation between Jared and your new father.
Words: 3.3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep
Warnings: fluff, mild angst
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Father’s Day, to you, was a somewhat foreign concept.

You never had a father. Your mom knew who he was, but he didn’t want you and you never wanted him either.

Anyone that would willingly leave their child with someone like your mother shouldn’t have a place in that child’s life, so you had no desire to search for him.

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The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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Heart on the Line (part 17)

Masterlist

You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1059

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Sincerely Three Fourth of July Headcanons

Here are some headcanons with the reader and the DEH boys, partially inspired by @dr-evn-hnsn‘s post about Evan not liking the noise from fireworks!

Jared:

-        Jared gets super into it the clothing aspect. He wears those bathing suit bottoms that look like an American flag and red-white-and-blue sunglasses and flip-flops with stars on the straps

-        He’s so excited he convinces you to spray a couple strips of your hair with that spray-on temporary hair dye so you have red and blue highlights

-        He starts a competition to see who can make the biggest splash jumping into the pool

-        Everyone knows he’ll win but he convinces everyone to play anyway

-        And he just freaking leaps into the air and does the most massive cannonball into the water

-        You get absolutely soaked but you’re laughing anyway

-        He’s all sputtery when he comes up and is blind since he’s not wearing his glasses, and you come up behind him and grab onto him

-        He twists around and grabs your waist and kisses you while dragging your around the pool

-        And then he scoops you up and starts to climb out of the water and you know what’s coming

-        “Jared NOOOOO”

-        “babe no don’t worry I got you, I won’t drop you”

-        But then he freaking throws you into the water

-        And obviously jumps in after you and you guys end up kissing again until everyone else starts splashing you and then Jared starts splashing them back and it’s suddenly total chaos

-        He gets Very Sunburned because he’s a pale nerd from spending so much time inside playing videogames

-        When it’s time to make dinner, Jared starts off helping with the grill but then ends up in the kitchen with you so he can snag bites of watermelon and potato salad

-        There’s a table for the adults but Jared convinces you to sit at the kids’ table because the kids love him

-        Everybody eats way too much and Jared gets into a burping contest with your little cousins

-        As it starts to get dark he “supervises” while they play with pop-its and sparklers

-        Which is really just an excuse for him to play with pop-its and sparklers

-        He flipping loves sparklers

-        There’s lots of cuddling on the lawn when the fireworks go off

-        And so much kissing

-        Also Jared singing “Firework” in your ear until you’re both laughing hysterically

Evan:

-        The boy is always wearing blue, so obviously that’s what he wears today, but he insists it’s patriotic

-        “Look, my shoes are red, so it works!”

-        The house is really crowded, but everyone’s outside so you and Evan hang out inside for a while

-        Heidi is making cupcakes and the two of you help her

-        She has this cute blue and white apron

-        And apparently Evan has one two

-        You can’t help but giggle when he puts it on but really it’s adorable on him, which you tell him

-        Evan puts red, white, and blue icing in piping bags and starts piping all these pretty, swirly designs on the cupcakes

-        He helps teach you how to pipe the icing…you hold the piping bag and he puts his hands over yours and guides you

-        After the cupcakes are finished, you and Evan decide to try the pool

-        You both agree you’ll go back inside if it gets too overwhelming with all the people outside

-        You’ve never seen Evan in his bathing suit and the shorts are incredibly dorky with big white hibiscuses on them

-        He looks very cute

-        You and Evan get in the pool and it’s LOUD

-        Most of the kids are at the shallow end so you guys go to the deep end and go underwater because the noise is obnoxious

-        You and Evan just look at each other underwater and he gets this really shy smile on his face and it’s adorable

-        You and Evan do handstands underwater

-        He gives you little kisses and plays with your hair

-        You guys mouth “I love you” back and forth and then laugh because of all the bubbles

-        You guys wait for a little while after everyone gets out because it’s finally quiet

-        You lie on your back in the water and hold hands

-        Eventually you get out and eat dinner on the lawn because it’s quiet and also you’re still dripping from the pool

-        Everyone goes out front to play with sparklers, and you guys join because Evan really likes sparklers

-        He sits next to you a little ways away from the kids and you guys watch the way the sparklers spark

-        The fireworks start and you’re both kind of uncomfortable with the noise

-        They’re so pretty but you both keep flinching every time one goes off

-        Evan grabs his phone and two sets of earbuds

-        He has one of those earbud-splitter-things so you can both plug the earbuds into the phone

-        He turns on Owl City while you guys watch the fireworks

-        Literally every Owl City makes the fireworks 10000% more magical

-        Evan kisses you while “Meteor Shower” plays and those gold fizzy fireworks go off

Connor:

-        Wears a black tank top and black shorts, obviously. But the hair tie he normally has on his wrist is red

-        You’re pretty sure he stole it from Zoe

-        It’s ridiculously hot out and he ties his hair up in a knot (he refuses to call it a man bun)

-        This hair tie is blue

-        All of Connor’s and your families are there and it’s way too crowded

-        Both of you are tempted to hide in Connor’s room but yours and his parents keep telling you to come out and socialize

-        Everyone’s in the pool but Connor’s just standing there in his black outfit

-        You have your bathing suit on under your clothes but you feel too uncomfortable to take your clothes off

-        He keeps saying he doesn’t want to get in and you’re pretty sure it’s cause he’s insecure about what he looks like without a shirt on (even though he’s actually kinda muscular)

-        You’re also insecure about the way you look in a bathing suit

-        But it’s freaking hot and the water looks really nice

-        You grab Connor’s hand and tug him toward the pool

-        “I’m gonna throw you in”

-        “No, I’m gonna throw you in”

-        “No, I’m gonna—”

-        And then Connor picks you up and he doesn’t throw you in he jumps in with you

-        Like he does a cannonball with you cradled in his arms

-        You come up laughing and wrap your arms around his shoulders and just kiss him

-        Zoe starts yelling at you but really she’s just happy because Connor’s smiling

-        Underwater kisses

-        You pull the hair tie out of Connor’s hair and play with his hair underwater

-        You guys argue about who has better mermaid hair

-        Eventually you both agree Zoe has better mermaid hair than either of you

-        You guys get out when it’s time to eat

-        Connor eats a meal almost entirely made up of watermelon

-        Seriously he eats half a hamburger and like twelve slices of watermelon

-        He gets a stomach ache afterward and the two of you lay on the lawn in your wet clothes and try to find interesting shapes in the clouds

-        Connor’s nose is a tiny bit sunburned and you keep kissing the tip of it

-        Zoe eventually joins you guys on the lawn

-        Her hair is in a really pretty fishtail braid and you ask her to teach you how to do it

-        And of course you practice on Connor

-        Connor rests his forehead on your shoulder while you try to braid his hair

-        It makes it kind of difficult but you really don’t mind

-        Everyone gathers on the lawn eventually to watch the fireworks

-        Connor’s parents put on a playlist of patriotic songs

-        You and Connor and Zoe sit together and watch the fireworks

-        Connor starts out watching but ends up falling asleep in your lap

-        Eventually a loud firework makes him wake up enough to groggily whisper that he loves you

Violence

Thank you very much to @isexuallyidentifyasanah-64 for messaging me and giving me this idea that I simply had to write! Feel free to reblog and add something if you’d like, or message me with a prompt or thought! Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors.

Enjoy!

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The word ‘hurt’ wasn’t even in their vocabulary.

The Remolian people were impossibly peaceful, to the point where most humans thought they were a myth.

“Legends say that the Remolians have never had bloodshed…never bred a person with the idea to kill…some say they don’t even have weapons! They don’t even know about wars or conflict!”

They lived on a planet the natives called Pik'loen (Pick-low-en). The planet itself seemed to never have been damaged. No dying atomosphere, no poisoned resources - not one species they’ve discovered has gone extinct!

“Come on, dude, that’s not possible. There’s always at least one guy in a group that wants to hurt others. It’s just…”

“Human nature?”

Now, of course, to people from Earth, this was an otherworldly concept. There was murder and chaos and fights hundreds of times every-single-day on Earth. Children’s games were mostly about slaughtering enemies and causing pain. Gore, death, man-slaughter, mass genocide - there was even a game devoted to commiting crimes and killing everyone in sight!

Truly, when the humans were faced with the idea of no violence, they were shocked. To say the very least.

“But how do they enforce the law?”

“Remolians don’t need to enforce anything. Their people follow every rule. Every-single-rule.”

“What about war? Maybe they went through a bad war to make them this way,”

“Nope. They’ve never heard of war.”

“Have they ever seen blood?!”

“Well duh. Everyone bleeds when they fall down.”

When the Remolians and the humans met, well…that was its own tale.

First, it was Captain Jeut-Bau that encountered a human ship.

“What lovely craftsmanship!” The Captain praised as Captain Chris gave her a tour. “Your technicians must be wondrous!”

Captain Chris chuckled. “Yeah, human mechanics know their stuff. Even if they do argue all the time.”

Captain Jeut-Bau paused and removed her hand from the metal wall. “What is…argue? Is that a form of mating?”

“Oh, no,” The human put a hand to her chin. “Well, sometimes. But for the most part, it’s when two people have a disagreement over something, and they become upset with each other. It can get kind of hostile with them always spewin’.”

“Hos…tile?” Captain Jeut-Bau shook her head and put a hand on her own shoulder. “My people do not have these words. I do not know what you mean when you say people argue.”

“Well, it’s like…It’s sort of…” Captain Chris sighed. She waved the Remolian to follow her. “Come with me, I’ll show ya.”

They walked down to the ‘machine room’, as Captain Chris called it. She said it was where the technicians worked and tinkered with the ship’s mechanics.

When the door opened, Captain Jeut-Bau became the first Remolian to witness a fight. They had just walked in on one human male looking upset and raising its voice at another human male, who was doing the same, but making wild movements with its limbs.

“I told you, Oliver,” the first male hissed, holding a screwdriver, “The washer goes on the shaft, then the nylock, and then the damn gear! The washer shouldn’t go after the gear, because that’s just a waste of the shaft collar we’d have to put on top of it! What aren’t you getting here?!”

The second male, called Oliver, raised his foot and put it back on the ground quick and with force. It reminded Jeut-Bau of when her crewmates would stumble and attempt to keep their balance. “What aren’t you getting, you arse?! What is the bloody point of putting a washer where it isn’t needed?! If you insist on having one on engine four, at least try to make sense of it!” Oliver made a noise like a large exhale, but it sounded rude and not tired like Jeut-Bau was used to.

“You Americans don’t ever do anything right!”

“Woah woah woah,” the first male strengthened his hold on his tool and raised it. “Don’t you dare say anything about my country when yours throws a fit everytime a colony rebels against it!”

“Okay blokes! Don’t knock something!” Captain Chris hurried forward and stepped in between the two, cutting off the conversation.

Or was that an…argue? Maybe it was a hostile? Jeut-Bau thought. I have never seen anything like that before.

“Let’s not start the Revolutionary War again on this ship.” The Captain crossed her arms and looked at the mechanics in a way that made Jeut-Bau feel guilty. “Oliver, drink some tea and play chess. Rick, shoot some fireworks and have a slab, eh? Dismissed.”

The two gave each other one last glance - a stronger version of the guilt-inducing look Captain Chris had given - before turning and walking out of different doors.

Captain Chris sighed as she came back to Jeut-Bau. “I’m sorry about that mate, those two are always hot under the collar. Day 'n night, I tell ya.”

“What is…war?” Jeut-Bau almost didn’t want to ask the question. It sounded bad.

Captain Chris blinked and stared at the Remolian. “You aren’t pulling my leg, are you?”

Jeut-Bau was confused. “I am not touching you.”

“No, uh, I mean-” She shook her head. “You don’t know what war is?”

Jeut-Bau was tempted to make her denying gesture from her planet, but decided it would only confuse the human. “No. Could you tell me?”

“Er, well, yeah, just - don’t you know about fights? Battles? Does your planet have weapons?”

“Weapons?” Jeut-Bau suddenly lit up and smiled. “Ah! You must mean the werple creatures we co-exist with!”

“No. I don’t even know what a werple is.” Jeut-Bau watched Captain Chris’ face become upset. “Have you - Haven’t you ever been hurt?”

“Hurt?”

Silence hung thick in the air.

Jeut-Bau didn’t understand what had upset Captain Chris. The pleasant and almost happy body language she displayed when Jeut-Bau came aboard had left her entirely. It was replaced with what could have been many things - all of which, Jeut-Bau unfortunately didn’t know how to interpret.

“I-” Jeut-Bau felt strange when she broke the silence. “I know what upset means. When our young cannot get what they want, the ones who haven’t yet learned how to be paitient begin to do what we call Eecnajk - it is when a liquid-”

“-comes out of their eyes and their face gets all red?” Captain Chris finished quietly. “And there’s a look in their eyes you don’t understand as they make loud noises and cause you to feel upset too?”

“Yes!” Jeut-Bau all but yelled. “Does your planet have this too?”

“Yeah, we call it crying. All humans do it, regardless of age. When you’re young it’s just because like you said; they don’t get their way. When you’re older, you cry because someone made you feel sad. Do you know what sadness is?” Captain Chris was looking at Jeut-Bau in a new way. Jeut-Bau wasn’t sure if she like it.

“I do not…” Jeut-Bau answered slowly. “Is this like an argue?”

“No. When you argue, you’re mad. When you cry, you’re sad. Do you know what anger is? It’s the same as being mad.”

“I do not.” Jeut-Bau felt somewhat alone, as she did not know what these seemingly common human things were.

Captain Chris stared incredulously. “This is ridiculous. You - You mean to tell me that your people have never been angry? Don’t you guys get into fights? Or have small spats?”

“Fights? Spats? No, my people don’t do these things.”

“Battles? Maybe you’ve caused someone pain before?”

“I do not know what a battle is. However sometimes we fall to the ground and experience pain on our bodies! It fades quickly.”

“What about killers?”

“Killers? Are those another race? Or a creature?”

“No!” Captain Chris snapped. Jeut-Bau flinched - it was an automatic response, but she’d never done it before. What was it for?

She felt anxious. Wait, no, anxious isn’t the right word…but it’s the best she can think of. She’s never felt like this - her chest is emmiting somewhat painful and rapid beats, her transportation limbs feel the need to quickly leave, and a part of her wanted to cease conversation with the human captain completely. What was this odd feeling?

Captain Chris immediately took a step back. Her eyes held what looked like vague anxiety or guilt, but with all of these new things humans seem to feel Jeut-Bau wasn’t sure.

“I-I’m sorry, Captain Jeut-Bau.” She apologized. Her hands seemed to trying to curl in on themselves tightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just, you know, hurt is-”

“Scare?” Jeut-Bau realized with a out-of-synchronization beat her voice did not sound like normal. It held a quiver and sounded more nervous than curious, like she meant.

“Uh, yeah.” Captain Chris shifted on her feet. “It’s when you get really nervous and anxious, and your mind is overrun with panicked thoughts. And your body reacts as if preparing to run. But besides that…

“It’s just - that’s crazy, to me, you know?” She sighed and ran a hand through her head-fur. “Humans get hurt all the time, and to think there’s a species that’s never had it before? Hurt is a bad thing, mate! Pain sucks!”

“Wait…so hurt is perhaps when you fall down?” Jeut-Bau had relaxed now, but was still feeling anxious. “Because then I would understand.”

“No - well, actually, yes, but that’s called physical pain.” Captain Chris crossed her arms. “We have this thing called emotional pain, in which our hearts hurt and we feel bad. Like, really bad. Normally it’s only triggered by arguments and…deaths, really.”

“Oh! Death!” Jeut-Bau smiled. “We have this on our planet! It is when an older Remolian that has lived for a long time leaves us and does not return.”

Captain Chris made a soft growling sound. “Mm-hm. The dead don’t come back.”

Jeut-Bau noticed that Captain Chris’ eyes gained a layer of the liquid that came from youngs’ eyes when they Eecnajk. She suddenly felt compelled to move on.

“Perhaps we can carry on with this subject another day!” Jeut-Bau clasped her hands in front of her stomach in a hopeful gesture. “As for this moment, I would love if you would come onto my ship and allow me to give you a presentation!”

Captain Chris looked up. She paused, then smiled and relaxed her posture. “Sure thing, mate, let’s go to your pod.”

Happily, Jeut-Bau began walking alongside the captain back to the pod she used to board the humans’ ship.

“Oh, may I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

Jeut-Bau decided that meant yes. “Do your young also experience 'hurt’ and 'argue’?”

“Oh yeah, our kids play games that are beyond violent. Like, really messed up stuff, mate.”

“What do you mean, 'violent’?”

“Well, to be violent usually means to kill someone…as in, make them die. On purpose.”

“What?!”

“So that’s the one thing you understand?”

“You allow these activites to influence and entertain your young?”

“Yeah, they enjoy it, so it’s no harm lettin’ 'em have a little fun. Wouldn’t you agree?”

And although Captain Jeut-Bau was the first to encounter a human ship and learn about human life, many Remolians agreed she should also be the last.

date night #9

roll down all of the windows. put on your favorite playlist. hold hands over the center console and just drive and tell each other all of the things you’d never tell anyone else.

Well, that escalated quickly. - Tom Holland smut.

|| summary: you’re cuddling with tom and things take an interesting turn…

|| author’s note: smut. smut. smut. smut. read at your own risk!

“Comfortable?” Tom teases, as you readjust yourself for the tenth in the past five minutes. Using your feet, you kick the blanket further down the couch, so it’s rested along your ankles. Then, you nod. Tom smiles and places his head back on your shoulder, returning his attention to the TV.

After a few moments, you move from being on your back to on your side. “Jesus.” Tom groans as he lifts his head, that you’ve just disturbed from it’s position. “Can you sit still for five minutes?” Glancing over your shoulder, you find him annoyingly looking down at you. “I probably could, if I was more relaxed.” You admit. He raises his eyebrows, and props himself onto one elbow. “And how may I assist you in becoming more comfortable, madam?” You bite your lip, trying to hold back your grin. “A back massage would be great.” Tom rolls his eyes, and mositions his hand, signalling for you to turn over.

You eagerly comply, turning onto your chest, exposing your back to him. Tom begins by gently rubbing your back through your shirt, causing your muscles to relax. After a few moments, he grabs the hem over your shirt and tugs it. You hold yourself up, allowing him to slip it over your head, before laying back down. “Take your bra off.” He says, while unclasping it for you. Without hesitation, you sit up and slip the straps off your shoulder, causing the bra to fall to the floor. Tom pulls you back into your laying position, and you cross your arms under your head to support it.

With deft fingers, Tom begins massaging circles into your back. You close your eyes, and hum low in your throat. Using one hand, he massages the back of your neck, his fingers teasing the roots of your hair. The other hand’s palm is placed along your lower back, putting pressure along the sides of your spine. You groan at the two sensations, loving every caress. “You like that, sunshine?” Tom asks, and you sense his smile grow as you continue to moan. “Oh my god, yes.” You rasp, while nodding your head to annunciate just how good it feels.

Taking both hands, he places them on your shoulder blades and uses his thumbs to pressure remove any knotts, while his other fingers mirror each other - making circular motions. Your mouth pops open, as you moan loudly. His hands continue this process all the way down your back, as you practically drool all over yourself.

When Tom’s hands reach the waist band of your panties, instead of going back up, he continues down - massaging over your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck,” you groan at the rare sensation. You love booty rubs, but you’ve yet to tell Tom that. His hands squeeze, and spread you cheeks, while his fingers continue to massage into them. He then uses his knuckles to rub up and down the sides of your cheeks, working their way in. You moan again, before feeling the absence of Tom’s deft touch on your ass.

Suddenly, Tom flips you over so your lying on your back. “Time to which sides.” Tom smirks, cupping your face and kissing you quickly. Before you can say anything, Tom’s hands are sliding down to your chest, teasing your lips as they go. His hands cup your breasts, allowing them to fill his palms. “You fit my hand perfectly.” Tom admits idly, while his fingers begin to tease your nipples. You arch your back in response and whisper, “fuck.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers and watches as you begin squirming underneath him. Your eyes close, as your thighs squeeze together in desperation of friction. “Oh, baby. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” Tom groans, as he leans down to nip and suck your neck. “Tom,” you rasp as your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.

One of Tom’s hands wraps around your back, holding you flush against him, as the other slips into your panties. His fingers, spread open your folds to find you’re already soaking. Without hesitation, he slides two fingers inside you while his thumb begins circling you’re clit. You squeeze your lips together, holding in your moans. “Ah-ah,” Tom tisks, leaning down and biting your lower lip, tugging it down, “I wanna hear you.” You moan loudly, as his fingers quicken their pace, pumping faster inside you, as his thumb adds more pressure to your clit. Tom nods down at you in encouragement, “That’s it, baby. Mhm.”

Your muscles begin tightening as your hips grind against his hand. Your breathing quickens and your hands reach down to grasp his biceps, squeezing tightly. “Jesus,” you seethe as your orgasm blows through you. Your thighs tighten around his hand, while your toes curl, and your back arches pushing you further against Tom. “That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so fucking pretty.” Tom brushes hair away from your face, as you pant, trying to catch your breath. Leaning down, his tongue slips into your open mouth, coaxing a kiss out of you.

Tom breaks away from the kiss first, for air, as your breathing calms. Pulling his hand out of your panties, Tom slips his fingers into his mouth and begins sucking them clean. You watch, in awe, feeling your insides twitch slightly in response. “Well,” Tom says after pulling his fingers out his mouth, “that escalated quickly.” You laugh aloud, as you reach down to pick up your shirt, not bothering to grab your bra. “You’re telling me.” You giggle, pulling your shirt over your head. Leaning over, you kiss Tom sweetly. “Thank you.” Tom smiles and shifts into a laying a position, tossing and turning a few times, waiting for you to join him.

“Comfortable?” You tease, smirking. “Actually… a back massage would be great.” You bite your lip and smile, “turn over.”

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

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