arrogant pricks

And another thing! It’s not that war, torture, slavery, and all of the many, many other manifestations of man’s unhumanity to man don’t exist in the works of Terry Pratchett; it’s that he’s not willing to just shrug his shoulders as an author and say “well, that’s just the way that things are; enjoy some misery porn, dear readers.” He rather says “bad things happen, generally because of a bunch of yobs or arrogant pricks who don’t think about their thoughts and actions and who see other people as things, and here’s a story about some characters putting a stop to all of this nonsense”

Merciless - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 3,300+ words 

Kinks; creampie, degradation, punish fucking, breathplay, impact play, etc

Originally posted by taeils-potato-hope

Hoseok and you always had this love/hate relationship going on; one moment you’d both be super chill, joking around with one another then the next you’d be at each other’s throats. 

This was one of those times. 

“Fuck off..” You muttered as Hoseok called you a bitch while he plopped himself down onto the couch beside you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in pure annoyance at the situation you were in; just having to be alone with him pissed you off. 

Hoseok turned to you, “Why are you always like this with me?” He asked, combing his fingers through his parted brunette hair. “I’m always so nice to you, y/n. What makes you wanna be so damn rude all the time?” 

As soon as you heard the false innocence his voice, you scoff in disbelief; Was he really trying to pull that shit with you? 
“Do you really want to fucking know Hoseok?” You practically shouted as you turned to face him. 

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so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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A God, A King. My King.

Thanks to @madman-with-a-snogbox for the idea.

English is not my native language! Aaaaaand I used parts of Imagine Dragons’s Monster lyrics. 

Paring: Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You go on a date with Loki, and enjoy the night fully. When you get back, something seems to bother him. 

Originally posted by lokitty

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You took a final look in the mirror. The long, black dress hugged your curves in a perfect way, the lace sleeves making you look strong, but feminine, your green heels made you look taller than you actually were. You looked perfect.

Suddenly someone knocked on your door. You walked over and opened it, to find Loki in a black suit, hair laid back. His green tie caught your attention, and you wanted to pull him close and never let go of him. His mouth curved into a smile when he saw you.

“You look marvelous, love.” He said, his eyes lit up.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, god.” You teased. He smirked at the ‘nickname’ you had given him. He was, after all, a god.

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I’m laughing so hard that anti Gen blog doesn’t seem to have many followers but thinks Gen knows ALL about her little blog and posts according to what she writes. Could their head be any bigger? You don’t even have very many followers. 

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

Larry ex to lovers AU (60k) : OOMMMGGGGGG this is the best angst fic I read for a long time !! Very well written, absolutely painful and beautiful, maybe some TW (read the tags) , but really really read this now. (kind of share that for the smut, awesome btw)

- When We Were Younger , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Larry Catfish AU (76k) : starting with teenage Harry and going on for a few years of a online/phone relationship. Very well done ! angsty and (obviously) full of phone sex :D (kind of share that)

- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.

Larry famous-not famous AU (19k) : singer Louis and record-shop Harry, a bit angsty, some good smut (bottom Louis) and songwriting,  very well written !

- Your Love Was Handmade , by @inked-withlove : There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe, there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should seal the deal for sure.Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining, and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three weeks, they finally get their shit together.

Larry BFF to lovers AU (5k) : BFFs who share a apartment  and are pining on each other are my kind of shit. Just a bit of smut.

- Perfect Storm , by @cherrystreet​: What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Larry ex to lovers and fake relationship with a twist AU (80k) : angsty (but not THAT much), smutty (hello angry sex)(botyom Louis) and awesome :)

- You’re My Favorite Bird , by @supernope : Harry sets his hands on the counter and leans over them, looks Louis in the eye and says, “Louis, would you like to go bird watching with me?”Louis just blinks at him for a moment, like he’s not sure how to respond, then says, voice slow and unsure, “Is that a euphemism?”  Also known as: Harry is an ornithologist and Louis owns the camera repair shop where Harry gets his photos printed. Niall works for Louis, Liam works with Harry, and Zayn paints. There’s a cat, some camping, some bird watching, and obscene amounts of fluff.

Larry AU (33k) : Ornithologist-Photographer Harry, a lot of pining, some great smut (bottom Harry) , and kudos for the tattoos.

- Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless  , by  patdkitten : “Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry didn’t know he found cheek sexy, but it’s definitely a turn on. He’s working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry’d missed the ears perched on the barista’s head. Now that he’s aware of them, though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he went to once in Japan, but while they hadn’t been attractive to him there, on this barista, they’re as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he’s lucky, the barista’s getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him…? He can dream, at least.— Harry Styles is an international pop star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting is pretty damn great, too.

Larry Coffe Shop AU and Famous/not famous (5k): popstar Harry and sassy barista Louis, no smut.

- Love Is a Kitten from Hell      by  Anonymous : Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Larry High school AU (8k) : cute and fluffy, with no smut.

Obsession

‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. ‘We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.

'What?’

'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’

'Obsessed’

Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why had he waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.

Ao3

The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race

Originally posted by royalbins

Title: The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race.

Genre: Angst, future smut.

Member: I.M.

Word Count: 2417.

Description: Your shy, cute, handsome best friend-Ok so you were in love with your best friend. But what’s gonna happen to you and Changkyun once his friends create the v card race, and it’s your virginity they’re competing for?

It was your typical scene of a cafeteria, it was noisy, rowdy and filled with the smell of food. Everyone resided in their own groups, at their own tables in their own section of the cafeteria, nothing was off, everything was normal, including the flowing conversation of the growing game being created.

“This is getting old, we either need to find a new spot or something else to do” Taeyong sighed, there were mummers of agreement around the table. The group were your average boys, rowdy, uncontrollable and looking for fun.

“I’m sick of shooting at those targets, we need some proper fun around here”

So maybe they’re idea of fun was riskier than others.

There was the talk of a party going on around them, everyone in the school was planning to go, including this group of boys and Wonshik grinned as his eyes scanned the crowded area.

“That party is happening tomorrow night, isn’t it?” He turned back to his group and they all looked at him.

“Well no shit, what’s your point?” Jimin frowned as Wonshik presented them with a smirk.

“We like girls, there’s gonna be heaps of girls there” He rose an eyebrow and they all looked at him as Taeyong leant forward with a grin. Changkyun remained leaning back in his seat, looking around with Jungkook next to him, they both knew what was happening in their group, they just didn’t care to listen to their antics anymore.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking Wonshik?” Taeyong grinned and Wonshik gave him a knowing look.

“We’ve got our next game then? Who can get the most roots wins right?” Jongin asked and he received a slap over the head.

“No, that’s too simple, we need to have a real competition” Taeyong snapped.

“Then what are we gonna do at the party?” Jongin asked as Wonshik smirked.

“We’re all gonna battle for the same girl, obviously” He grinned and Changkyun rolled his eyes at their stupidity as he looked at an appalled Jungkook, knowing he would be weak against his friends and be pulled into the pitiful game that he didn’t want to play as well.

“Then what about Victoria? Whoever can get in her pants first wins?” Kyungil grinned and Taeyong shook his head.

“She to easy, she would do all of us without a second thought. It needs to be someone else, someone who’s a virgin” Taeyong brought his thumb and pointer finger up to pinch his bottom lip as he scanned the cafeteria.

“What about one of the nerds?”

“Hell no” Taeyong snarled.

Egotistical twits. Changkyun scowled mentally and kept his eyes away from them. But maybe it was good he said no, the nerds were too good for him anyway. His eyes found you through the flood of students and he smiled when your eyes met with his and you gave him a wave. Wonshik chuckled at what he witnessed, quickly elbowing Changkyun and nodding in your direction.

“Y/N, she’s gotta be a virgin right? You’re the only guy she talks to”

“Excuse me you arrogant piece of mouldy cheesecake-”

“She definitely is” Taeyong cut in as Changkyun sat up in his seat with a look of anger filled disgust on his face. Jungkook stared at them wide eyed, still yet to say a word.

“And I overheard her telling her friends she was going to the party” Wonshik grinned at Taeyong, proud of himself.

“Then it’s final” Taeyong smirked as he stared you down from across the large distance between you and his group.

“We have four months to take Y/N’s virginity, whoever gets it is the winner. We’ll tell the others about the new game later”

“You think she’s easy? Y/N won’t let any of you near her you overcooked potato!” Changkyun hissed and Taeyong looked at him, smirking down at him from where he sat.

“Right, then we have six months” His smirk grew as Changkyun grew angry, purposely testing him.

“How is that any fair? Changkyun is best friends with her. I bet he could get in her pants quicker than I can tie my shoelaces!” Kyungil complained and Taeyong kept his eye contact with Changkyun.

“Don’t be ridiculous, have you seen what’s he’s like around her? He’ll pass out if they brush shoulders in the corridors” Taeyong chuckled knowingly and Changkyun looked back at you regretfully.

I shouldn’t have tried looking for her in the crowd.

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You smiled as Changkyun made his way towards you, you shifted your books so he would have room on the table and made sure the leg of your chair was touching the leg of the table, giving him plenty of room so he would be comfortable next to you.

“Hey Changkyun” You grinned and Changkyun gave you a somewhat nervous smile in return.

“Hey Y/N, how’s the assignment coming along?” He asked as he sat down and quickly pulled out his laptop, opening his own assignment consisting of several pages on his given topic.

“Good, I’m almost finished with the last little touches and then I’ll just keep editing it until it’s time to hand it in, how is yours going?” You asked him as you turned to face him. You were smart with your school work, you were one of the top students in your school, but clearly not close enough to the top for people to label you as a nerd like they did to the others.

You weren’t dense nor were you dumb, so you could see right past Changkyun to Kyungil, looking over his shoulder and giving the blankest look you could muster to Kyungil. Kyungil was giving you a daring smirk, swiping his thumb over his lip and winking when you made eye contact with him. You blinked, slower than you normally would, showing him how bored you were.

“But there is something I’ve been needing help with, the laws are just really confusing me. Like it says that they were never allowed to but then the next law not too far down contradicts that, I don’t get it” You turned away from Kyungil as he chuckled, proud as the arrogant prick he was, you couldn’t stand him, nor did you know how an awkward turtle like Changkyun managed to be friends with him.

“Oh that’s the thing about those two laws, one reason they contradict,” You scrolled down on the website Changkyun was on, finding the explanation in extremely overbearingly complicated words.

“Wow ok, but basically this law here only applies to a certain country you know like gun laws and that sort of thing and the law back up here is for everyone else” You explained and Changkyun relaxed as he finally understood the simple message behind the terms to technical for the two of you to understand. Changkyun busied himself with his work, tuning his surroundings out and concentrating on the laptop in front of him.

As you were overtaken with boredom you got up to go and talk to your other friends, you and Changkyun normally sat together in a reserved section of the tables where no one else could sit with you, you worked best with Changkyun, he didn’t distract you negatively, only ever talking about the topic in that class and when you had to work in groups he was easy to work with and followed the same style of learning as you did.

Jimin was sitting with Kyungil, the two look like total opposites, especially when Kyungil was so much bigger than him. But their personalities were the same, so that’s why it wasn’t his actions that caught you by surprise as you were talking to your friends. It was the fact that Jimin was doing these actions to you.

“You’re Changkyun’s friend Y/N aren’t you? You’re a lot cuter up close, you should come and sit with us some time” He gave you a smile, one that was meant to charm you as his arm tried to snake around your waist. Your conversation with your friends was ruined and you scowled as you stepped out of his reach.

“I would rather drink bleach then be in your presence” You snarled before walking back to your table with Changkyun.

Changkyun had watched the whole thing unfold, his eyes would normally follow you, curious every time you left your spot next to him. He didn’t know what to do, his heart thumped in anger as Jimin spoke to you, his sly hands moving to taint you and his eyes holding a wicked gleam covered by the fake sugar that was his charming flirting. Changkyun always freaked out internally when you were talking to another guy, he knew why he did, he just didn’t want to admit that he was really having those sort of feelings for you, so he would flinch away or stiffen every time you touched him in the slightest way. And he would look away if your smile caused too much of a reaction within him, afraid he would get himself busted and make a total fool of himself.

You slumped back into your seat, Jimin and Kyungil had put you into a sour mood, you really did hate some of Changkyun’s friends. You wanted to tell him but you were pretty sure with his keen ability to notice the smallest thing that he would have noticed that a long time ago, so you never said anything.

————

You weren’t afraid of parties, you didn’t love them, but then again you didn’t hate them, it was just a good opportunity to go and release all the stress you were feeling from the impossible mountain of studying you always had waiting for you in your dorm, perched on your study desk and seeming to never decrease in size.

A laugh fell from your lips as your best friend pulled you to the floor, she was the party person of the group, the one that would go to a different club every night if she could, and she had tried, but once again, studying existed. Your friends were outgoing, loud and happy all hours of the day, they had much more excitement about life than you did and were going through seven antics at once every day. So it was no shock to you that all of them were dancing around you on the floor. What came to you as a shock was when one of the people Changkyun was friends with approached you, you didn’t mind him, he was a bit like Changkyun, shy sweet and a little dorky but he somehow made it into a group of fuckboys that you wanted to punch in the face.

“Jungkook, fancy seeing you here” You didn’t know him enough to have him touching you the way he was, but there were no ill intentions that you could sense behind it, so you let him give you a hug and lean down to your ear, his arms remaining encircled around you.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, pulling back enough just to see your face and still hear your response.

“I don’t see any harm in that” You nodded, Jungkook smiled, true to his nature he pulled you back to your group, respectively keeping one arm lightly wrapped around you and giving you your space. He didn’t cross a line and your treasured areas remained untouched. That was the closest anyone got to touching you that night because not long after Jungkook thanked you for allowing him to dance with you, he returned to his loud friends and you were leaving. Some of your friends followed you out the door after bidding goodnight to those who chose to stay, to your delightful surprise, your best friend had herself by your side, arm wrapped in yours as she followed you to the dorms with the intention of chewing your ear off until the sun rose.

————-

“Ok but let’s have some real talk here Y/N” Your best friend was drunk, and she was the type that would go into the deepest of topics that she could with someone who would be willing to listen. And as you lay on the bed with her laying half on you with her dead weight, her head on your shoulder and her voice close to your ears, you had no choice but to listen.

“And what are we going to talk about?” You asked her in a bored, tired tone as you sighed and brought up a hand to rub your tired eyes.

“You and Changkyun” She slurred and you immediately became more alert, giving her a groan as you attempted to shove her away from you, your attempt was useless, she wasn’t going to move anytime soon.

“What now?” You asked and she giggled before her tone quickly turned sulky.

“It’s so obvious that he is in love with you Y/N. And like, I know you love him back because you told me you do, do you remember that? I do. But you don’t even notice how he turns into putty in your very hands, he would do anything for you. He would probably kill Kyungil for you if you asked him to do-”

“And he doesn’t like being touched, the only things we ever talk about is studying and our classes because he’s always around those guys. Once again, he doesn’t like me touching him because he throws himself to the other side of the room if I do” You cut her off and she swung her arm, effectively hitting you in the stomach and causing you to cough as you slapped her.

“That’s because he loves you! Of course he’s gonna be shy and scared because he’s in love with his best friend”

“If that’s what you think” You grumbled, intending to ignore any further rambling she was planning to do.

“It’s what I know! What I think is that you need to grow a pair and tell him how you feel about him because he’s never gonna tell you first” You let out a snort and your friend sighed into your neck.

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love with your best friend”

“It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had to feel” You muttered, staring up at your ceiling as she hugged you tightly.

“Seems painful” She mumbled and you hummed.

“Really fucking painful” You agreed with her immediately as a solemn air overtook your dorm and she pulled you closer to her.


Surprise another new series! Which I didn’t expect to be coming out at the same time as the Beautiful mv, have you guys watched it? And I know this is such a typical scenario to be writing but I hope I can make this one different to the others.

Let me know how you feel about the new series?

anonymous asked:

Do you know any Drarry one shot which are also very smutty?

Eighth Year

Slip into my Lover’s Hands (lumosed_quill, 6k): Harry and Draco shag for the first time in the Prefects’ Bathroom, and it’s absolutely lovely. 

Draco Malfoy is NOT Attractive & Harry Potter is an Arrogant Prick (sophiefrench77, 6.5k together): Harry and Draco find themselves increasingly drawn to each other, despite their protestations to the contrary.

An Old Habit (fireflavored, 9k): After seeing a leather-clad Draco at Platform 9 ¾, Harry sneaks into Draco’s compartment on the Hogwarts Express. 

How to Handle an Enemy & Turnabout is Fair Play (who_la_hoop, 18k together): The Slytherins play Truth or Dare, and Draco gets in over his head. Like all good Slytherin games, it’s replete with emotional manipulation and epic wankfests.

The Flame (GoldenSkies, 2.5k): After being told to do more things for himself, Harry starts sleeping with Draco.  

Draco at Nineteen (birdsofshore, 5k): Draco’s turning 19 and is going through a rough time of it, so future Harry (who’s dating Draco) uses a time turner to visit him on his birthday and help him… relax.

Simulacrum & Finders Keepers (slashpervert, 8k): Draco decides to make a replica of his cock (that’s linked to him, so he feels what it feels) and sends it anonymously to Harry. 

Hate Sex

Anger Management (jad, 3k): Harry and Draco are both stuck in Grimmauld Place, and their fighting and propensity to shove each other against walls has a most satisfying conclusion. 

Hurt for the Right Reasons (traintracks, 4.5k): After getting into a fight during a Quidditch match, Harry and Draco have angry shower sex.  

Wands Away (lumosed_quill, 3k): During Auror training, Harry and Draco’s hand-to-hand combat proves to be a little too stimulating.

Public Sex

Harry Potter is a Dirty Exhibitionist (@eidheann, 13k): Draco and Harry start hooking up all over the place: under the stands at Quidditch matches, the work showers, china cabinets, and so on.  

Rather Than Love (birdsofshore, 7k): Draco gives Veritaserum to Harry (with his consent), then asks him to discuss their love life in front of strangers. 

It’s the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) (lumosed_quill, 14k): Harry and Draco are Auror partners and find that the adrenaline rush of their missions translates quite nicely into other domains. 

In the Toilet of the Leaky (marguerite_26, 3k): The title says it all: Harry and Draco shag in the toilet of the Leaky Cauldron. 

The Risk of Exposure (marguerite_26, 6.5k): After inadvertently finding out that Harry likes exhibitionism as much as he does, Draco begins popping up all over the place and encouraging Harry to put on a show.

Perverse but Lovely (traintracks, 1k): Harry and Draco start off heir day right with a quick, dirty shag in the Ministry bathroom. 

Enjoy the Show (Judgment, 3k): Harry had only come to the library to study. It’s not his fault that Draco chose to sit across from him and start to wank. 

Hung!Drarry 

Hung Like a Horntail (lumosed_quill, 2k): Draco becomes obsessed with Harry’s cock and will not rest until he’s tested it out thoroughly. 

If the Cock Fits (tryslora, 6k): Draco got drunk and lost his virginity to the “perfect cock,” and is now plowing his way through Wizarding society to try to find it again. It’s like the dirtiest version of Cinderella imaginable. 

Endowment (@dictacontrion, 11k): Featuring a hung!Draco who’s preparing Harry most carefully for his cock. How delicious.  

Unbuttoned (eidheann, 6k): Under the guise of needing help picking out a gift for Narcissa, Harry takes Draco out on a date and then musses him up. 

BDSM Fun

Sex, Lies, and Veritaserum (lettered, 18k): Draco spikes their wine with Veritaserum so they have to speak openly about their deepest, darkest fantasies. 

Rough Magic (birdsofshore, 28k): Draco’s magic is going wild, and Harry finds himself unable to resist getting swept up in its feral, primal energy. 

Unknown Pleasures (birdsofshore, 8k): Harry is a bit startled when he walks into the Room of Requirement and is greeted with Draco and walls of sex toys. Startled, but intrigued. 

Tease (Viridescence, 3k): Draco’s been teasing Harry all night, so Harry decides to punish him most deliciously.   

Making a Politician Shut Up: A Lover’s Guide (Lokifan, 7.5k): Harry helps Draco unwind from his day with the help of gags and spanking.

Established Relationship Sexiness

Remote (Sara Holmes, 7.5k): Harry and Draco’s fight over the remote has quite the happy ending (technically, they’re roommates and not boyfriends here)

Pharynx-Larynx-Oesophagus-Trachea (firethesound, 11.5k): When Draco has to study for an anatomy exam, Harry is quite eager to give him some hands-on experience. 

Because He Wants To (gracerene, 2k): A beautiful example of praise kink and how powerful it can be, especially for Harry and Draco.

Three Potters (Faith Wood, 2k): Draco uses a Patented Daydream Charm to shag three Harrys at once. So it’s a Draco/Harry/Harry/Harry foursome. Aw yeah! 

Afternoon Delight (harry_holidays, 4.5k): They decide to take advantage of Harry’s empty flat by shagging in the kitchen. 

anonymous asked:

whaddup can I have a jhope FUCKBOI au w number 31 pls and thank u sugartits

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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anonymous asked:

Can you write a scenario about Katsuki accidentally getting startled/scared while watching a horror movie and his S/O teasing him about it?

Katsuki didn’t mean to flinch, he swears on his mom’s life. The movie playing had a boring introduction—which wasn’t surprising considering it was a sci-fi/horror film—so he ended up zoning out while shoving popcorn into his mouth sleepily. You were seated on his lap, your attention solely focused on the film as you popped popcorn into your mouth as well. 

Then came that damn climax. Not only was the music intense, but the movie thought it’d be a good idea to add a jump scare, which had caused him to lightly flinch at the sight of the gigantic creature appearing behind that poor girl. 

You looked up at him in disbelief at the sudden movement; your brain was turning its gears, attempting to register what the hell had just happened. Bakugou Katsuki, the most arrogant prick on planet Earth, flinched at the most cheesiest movie you had ever laid eyes on.

This is pure fucking gold.’ you thought, grinning ear to ear. Like hell you’d let him off the hook that easily. Finally, a perfect chance to get revenge for all those times he’d tease you! Oh, how the tables have turned…

Meanwhile, Katsuki could feel it coming, yes, it was definitely coming. He could tell because of how your eyes swirled in mischief and because of that shit-eating grin that was glued onto your face. 

Fuck…’ he thought, ‘Here we go.

“Aw, is my little Katsuki afraid of the big bad aliens~?” you playfully singsonged and purposely made eye contact with him to try to fluster him.

He just clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Like hell I am! Fuck off, you little gremlin.” he spat before turning his head away from you to continue to watch the movie. You payed no mind to his harsh words and turned around in his lap to face him directly. No longer did the movie interest you, instead you were more interested in annoying Katsuki for the rest of his life about his little slip-up.

Katsuki tried so hard to keep a straight face as you began to wrap your arms around his neck and proceeded to hover your lips over his teasingly. He could feel your breath, fanning against his lips, getting closer and closer until…

You completely left him hanging and made your way over to his left ear, much to his displeasure.

“Boo.” he heard you whisper.

 Oh, hell no. Did you just…?

His hands, which he placed on your hips a little while ago, clenched tightly in irritation. Why the hell were you being such a damn tease today?! 

“You little…”

“U-Uh, Katsuki? You’re k-kinda crushing me.”

“Die.”

“Phht, I never thought you’d be this butt hurt about not getting a kiss—ow, Kacchan!”  

amor proibido iii

Special thanks to @mercyonmendes for writing the Shawn blurb!

Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes - Fall Out Boy

Deep breath. I can do this. I have done nothing wrong at this point. Everything is good. My life is absolutely fucking amazing.

I can have this conversation with the man I am going to be marrying and not let on some kid tried to kiss me. Okay, he is not just some kid now…but whatever. I have a fiance and I love him. End of story.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face and listening to Landon go on and on about his day. He is telling me about how hard his job is working at his dad’s company where he pretty much does nothing all day and how shitty his night was because he had to come home alone to an empty house because of my fucking job stealing me away from the worst time. Yet again, it is another ten minutes of listening to him talk only about himself and not even ask me about everything major. Even though he knows how much of a big deal this article is, Landon will always be more important than me. 

“Listen…” I say, trying to let on how much stress I am under from this shit show of my life. “I will call you tomorrow because I am exhausted. I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep.”

Landon says, “I don’t like having to sleep when you aren’t next to me. What am I supposed to do when I want someone to make my dick hard?”

I think he thinks it is sexy, but I just find it annoying. I would never let on so I say, “Just know I am thinking of you, babe.” It is partially true. “I will be home in a few days and we can more than make up for any lost time, okay?”

“I love you, talk to you soon, sweetheart.”

“You too,” I reply, ending the call and lying back.

There is now a special place in hell for me. 


My phone chirps with a text early the next morning Concert day.

It is from an unknown number, but it must be someone related to this whole debacle because otherwise I am going to think there is someone stalking me. And trust me, I am not worth anyone’s time at all. In fact, I am a rather shitty person. Last night was the perfect case in point. 

I could just ignore the text because I have a lot of work to do in starting my article. I am going to be spending most of my day writing and planning because I have to attend this concert tonight as well. I have to write about the concert and still do one more interview with him tomorrow. Then I will be able to go home the day after and act like he never kissed me. It was just a stupid kiss, and I pushed him away. It means nothing at all. 

Who is this? I type back, sitting up in bed and debating about whether or not I want to make the trip down to have some kind of food or just have it delivered. I mean, work is going to pay for it but I don’t even know what I would choose.

A picture of a sleepy eyed Shawn appears on my screen, his hair askew and his lids half closed. 

Holy fuck. 

What the fuck is this kid doing? He has no reason to be texting me. I could ask how he got my number, but I am sure he has his ways since he is fucking famous. Also, why am I like half turned on by a photo of him lying in bed? There is something very wrong with me, and I am going to be atoning for these thoughts for a very long time.

I throw my phone down, deciding to take a shower and get dressed. Maybe he will get the hint if I don’t say anything. He is trying to get under my skin, but I need him to be as distant as possible. I have a fiance, and I have a life. This is going to be good for me as long as I don’t mess it up, but Shawn is making it so fucking hard.

Returning to my phone, I see two messages.

You don’t seem pleased to know I have your number.

I am not going to apologize for kissing you.

Fuck my life.

This is my fucking job, and I don’t have time for some fucking kid to think it is okay to mess with me as a joke. I am not interested in you. Please stop.

Oh, my god. I am such a fucking liar.

I bet you look beautiful in the morning.

FUCK. He is trying to be sweet. Okay, deep breath. He is just full shit and trying to get you to sleep with him. There is nothing genuine about his words, right?

You are so full of shit. No wonder your eyes are so brown.

So you noticed my eyes? Yours are gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I’ll see you tonight at the concert, yeah?

Go fuck yourself. It’s my job. That’s all. 

I want to fuck you. Tonight.

Holy shit. What the fuck is my life even?


Shawn

Sitting on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, I mindlessly strummed my guitar as I gazed out at the city and wallowed in my own frustration. I wasn’t even sure why I was frustrated. 

Her evident frustration was justified: I was an arrogant, irritating little prick to her. I also wasn’t sure why I did that either. It had been such a habit to crank up the sexually heated charm that it had now become second nature to me whether I wanted it to or not. But hey, I am still essentially a teenage guy. This was normal, right? 

 A heavy sigh escaped my lungs and I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends in confusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but her. Meeting attractive girls every day was a job requirement so obviously I was struck by some of them. Again, reiterating the hormonal teen part. But she was different. Could it be because she was an older woman? I did have a thing for that. God, do I have mommy issues? Is that even a thing? I cut off my own incessant rambling thoughts with a loud groan which prompted Geoff to bang on the adjoining wall and mutter something crude. Ignoring him, I loudly strummed the opening chords for Roses that I had just written down and released my pent up disgruntlement in the only way I knew how. I sang.


The concert is insane. The crowd is enormous, and Shawn seems more than ready. Looking from backstage, I can see the people waiting for the show to begin. It must be one of most exhilarating sensations in the world to be able to perform in front of so many. It reminds of how one day I would love for to be a writer everyone is reading. This is my first step there. A good beginning. There is the chaos of setting up the show and everyone making sure everything is perfect. Trying to stay out of the way, I roam back to Shawn’s dressing room.

Instead of finding his normal posse, he is just sitting there alone with his guitar. He looks otherworldly, just strumming softly and singing the words in his head. It has to be one of the most attractive things I have ever seen in a man. Not that he is a man… he is just a boy and…

“Can I ask you a few more questions before the shows starts, Shawn?” I ask, stepping towards him and breaking his concentration.

He looks up at me with a smile, placing the guitar down beside him. “Sure, why not,” he says.

I hesitantly sit down at a chair somewhat far away from him and tap my fingers on my knee. I don’t know why I wore this black dress because it’s way too short and too tight around my breasts. Then again, Landon was always telling me not to wear it so maybe this is my subtle fuck you to him. I know I look amazing. He just wants to fucking control me. 

“Do you have a favorite concert venue?” I ask, inwardly groaning at my shitty questions. Shawn is making me flustered to the point where I can’t even do my job properly. What I need is to have a few drinks during the concert so I can calm down and just forget about all of this weird tension we have going on. He has to know he is making me crazy. It is like he is doing it on purpose, trying to fuck with me and get me to notice him.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, leaning forward. His hair is perfectly done in messy perfection and he is wearing a charcoal button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, his shoes are brand new all black Chucks. He looks fucking amazing. Not that I would tell him. And I probably should not be noticing?!

“You can hear me just fine,” I say and cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover my cleavage. However, it seems to make them more perky. Fuck. “Just answer my questions so you can play your damn show and this can all just be over for us, okay?”

Shawn raises an eyebrow. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you, I just…”

“You just what?” he echoes, searching for answer I don’t fucking have.

This was just supposed to be a career maker. Not suddenly make me fucking confused about my entire life. He is a fucking teenager. I am a grown woman. He probably is reminded of his mom when he looks at me, there is no way he could be attracted to me. This is just a job I need to do so I can return to my life. My life where I have a fiance and a house and a job and all of these adult things. I am not someone who plays music all over the world and has this amazing, fun life all the fucking time. 

“Nothing.” I pause. “I don’t hate you. I don’t feel anything for you.” Lies. “This is just my job, and I want to do it well. This article is important to the both of us. You want to look good, and I am hoping this is going to help me be able to write more important stories.”

“You don’t look happy when you talk about your job,” Shawn says off handedly, like he can just see into my soul no big deal at all. “I don’t see the passion you are supposed to have. I am sure you have a passion for writing, but what do you really want?”

I don’t remember the last time anyone has asked what I wanted. It catches me off guard. “What.. what do you mean?”

“What do you want?” Shawn repeats, getting up and walking over to me. He looks down at me, waiting.

Without another word, I rise and look at him. “I want to be happy.”

“I am going on stage soon,” he whispers against my neck, tracing his lips along the curve and stopping right below my ear. His hands are moving lower than my waist now, lazily venturing towards his favorite place.

I try not to shiver at the sensation of his breath against my skin, but I feel those chills up and down my spine. He knows it too because there is a smirk on his face as he slowly slips his hand up my thigh, moving beneath my dress and locks his eyes with mine as though daring me to protest. I can already feel the moisture building between my legs and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Gnawing my cheek to keep from alerting him about the status of my aching core, I just nod at him and keep my eyes on his. 

His hazel eyes bore into mine, anticipating something will happen soon. His lips ghost kisses beneath my ear before he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and whispers, “I am going to make sure you remember me while I am on stage.”

I just nod my head and arch my hips up to his hand, not quite sure how else I am supposed to behave while he seems to have rendered me speechless with just his touch and a few words strung together. It shows how well he can get beneath my skin, but it makes me wonder what he has in mind for me.

His hand slides down to my hip and he grips it tightly as he tilts my head so my lips are pressed against his, his kisses are deep and meaningful. He nibbles on my bottom lip eagerly, chuckling at his deviancy for a moment before I find myself completely melting into his advances.

I try to reach my hand out and slide it up his thigh, but he bats me away, stating, “I am in charge right now, and we are going to do what I say. Hands to yourself or else.”

It is hard for me to listen to him when there is this part of me that craves so badly to make him want me the way I tend to want him. I know he is turned on right now by the apparent bulge in his shorts. I want to run my hand up his leg and tease him, to feel his length in my hand and know I am the one who is able to make him so fucking hard. I want to do that more than anything else, but he cuts me off from that. Shawn has set up the parameters I am supposed to follow, but I am curious to know what could happen if I dare to break them. His fingers resume their journey, two of them pressing against the fabric of my lacy panties. He runs them over my clit, raising his eyebrow at me. Shawn adroit fingers skim over the damp area, and he tells me, “I made you so fucking wet, and I have barely even touched you.”

It is not something I want to admit out loud to him, but I adore the way he just tells me exactly how it is. The words coming from his mouth are so attractive and make me even wetter for him.

His thumb rubs my clit lazily, not trying to rush what he is planning. My hips buck up to meet his touch, and I still long to make him seem so desperate the way I am. Instead he gets to be all calm and collected while I am a total mess, which I do not think is very fair at all. “Shawn..I..” My hand stretches out to cup his erection, ready to alleviate the tension building between us.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stares down at my hand touching him. Shawn stops his motions, leaving me desperate for the finish. I can feel myself slowly getting closer, and he has just denied me the release. I want to grab his hand and force him to continue, or I could do it myself. But I find myself transfixed by his gaze as he takes my hand away and says to me, “And now you are going to have to learn your lesson the hard way. I warned you that you should not touch me. Hands to yourself was rather a simple command…” he sighs. “But now you are going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

I expect him to take his hand away from me and say he is not going to allow me to experience any pleasure at all. It will be cruel, but I would not be surprise I want to kick myself for being so eager to touch him, but I could not help myself.  I fucked everything up. My hips begin to pull away from him, allowing him to pull his hand off. But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he slides my dress up, sliding my panties off me with one hand, and tosses them on the floor. His index finger slips in between my folds, allowing him to feel more of the moisture he caused to grow from his actions. He moves his finger in and out of me for a moment before bringing it to his lips and gently licking it in front of me. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “I. Want. More.”

There is no chance to speak before he has grabbed my legs and pulled my entire body towards him; he spreads my legs with his hand and guides my hips to his mouth.

His blue eyes gleam as he looks up at me before slowly taking his tongue and running it along my clit. He grips my thighs tightly, pushing them down onto the bed as he glances up at me with those hazel orbs while never taking his tongue off my wet center.

He takes one of his digits, sliding it inside of me and quickening the pace to match the movement of his tongue. I can feel my hips pressing towards him, small moans falling from my lips as I beg him to keep going. He nibbles my clit gently, using his fingers to probe on with his ministrations.

I can feel myself slowly getting closer to release as his tongue traces circles around my core, his own moans causing me to become even wetter. He removes his finger and brings it up to my mouth, instructing me with his eyes to lick it off for him. I take his finger between my lips and slowly suckle, hoping he is going to allow me to repay him soon.

“You are so beautiful,” Shawn whispers as she takes his finger back, now placing two inside of me. I can feel him going deeper, his knuckles brushing my folds and causing me to gasp at how intense he is causing me to feel. His mouth continues to tease my clit, lapping up the juices eagerly and making me feel as though I am going to completely lose it at any second. His fingers have found my g spot, carefully teasing it and causing me to gasp out his name. He has to know how unfair this is for me; I am feeling as though I am going to lose myself completely and he is just taking his sweet time. His tongue continues to flick at my clit greedily as my hips pump up against him from the combination of both mouth and hand.

“Shawn, please…” I beg, needing the overstimulation to stop. I need to release or I am just going to…

“Oh, so that is what you want, love?” he teases from between my thighs, slowly taking his mouth away from me.

I reach down to place his hand back to its previous position, but he raises his eyebrows at me and just repeats, “I told you twice about hands to yourself and now you don’t get to orgasm for me just yet.”

I stare at him dumbfounded as he takes his hand out of me and sits up for a moment, licking his fingers like a clever cat. His eyes flash with amusement as he sees the frustration furrow my brow, causing me to let out a groan. I close my legs, feeling the wetness dripping down my thighs and it makes me want to strangle him for being such a tease. There is nothing fair about bringing me so close and just stopping, but he seems utterly pleased with himself.

Just then, there is a knock on the door. “Shawn! Showtime!” 

He stands up, quickly wiping his face and looking at me. “Make sure you’re watching from backstage, I am sure you won’t be able to stop thinking of me.” He raises an eyebrow again before he leaves with guitar, leaving me standing there with trembling thighs and no panties on.


Standing stage side to Shawn is one of the best experiences I’ve had in a long time. He is pure talent and he has so much stage presence.  He just shines with the guitar and his voice is beautiful. It is hard to deny he is doing what makes him happy. But it brings up all of the thoughts running through my own mind right now. 

I have a fiance. And we are getting married in a month. Yet, I let Shawn…

Oh, my fucking god. What have I done?! This is the worst thing I have done yet, when everyone find out I am going to lose my job and be labelled a slut. Because Shawn is famous. And a man. he will be forgiven because boys will be boys. But I should know better because I am supposed to be a lady. Fucking double standards. Fuck society.

He has been looking at me all night too. The most intense eye contact in the world. I can feel his eyes on me no matter and that stupid smirk is glued onto his fucking face. I blush every time he looks at me because well… there is no way I am going to think of him as a kid any longer. He is a man who has given me the best head I have ever had. Because Landon thinks it’s only for “sepcial occasions”. Fuck that. Shawn seems like he would ravage the fuck out of me with that mouth all the time, ad I just…. I need to stop because this has already gone too far. He is just a kid, and I have a fiance. Nothing else can happen between us. 

“This song is for a very special person…” Shawn says, once again with the fucking intense eye contact. “It’s called “Roses.” “

And I have to be honest with you baby
Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose
And I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?
Die or let it go?

Oh. My heart… what is happening? I barely know him. There is no way I am falling for Shawn Mendes. 

Right?

Will you let it die or let it grow?

He looks at me as the song finishes, and I realize my heart may slowly finding its way to unexpected happiness.

How the fuck am I going to tell him the truth now?

The Heart of the Mountain - Bagginshield Oneshot

Hi! So I wrote this one-shot for @azriona for @fandomtrumpshate  /  @fandomtrumpshateofferings auction! Azriona donated to Planned Parenthood - kudos! Anyways, this is my submission, so I hope y’all like it!


Bilbo wished he were brave enough to stare down those foreign, blue eyes and tell their self-entitled owner he can fetch his own seed cake, thank you very much.

He wished he could have locked the door and blow the candles and shoo the jolly, messy, dwarf-shaped locusts away.

He wished he were brave enough to be rude to his rude guests. He wished he could snuff that knowing smile from Gandalf’s beaming face. He wished for many things.

He wished that dwarf leader, whatever his name was, weren’t so bloody handsome.

He wished, as he carried the last of his seed cakes and offered it to the dwarf (who didn’t even bother to look up and acknowledge his presence, the arrogant prick) that his eyes weren’t so vividly blue, that his presence didn’t storm through Bilbo’s entire being and filled his humble abode with dreams of adventure, that his voice didn’t vibrate within Bilbo’s very core, that he didn’t smell of earth and rain and ashen pipe-smoke…

He hid in his room, waiting for the normalcy of his life to settle around him and erase Thorin Oakenshield from his thoughts. He fell asleep, dreaming of foreign words and blue eyes and dragons.

Oddly enough, he was displeased to wake up and find the merry company (and its grumpy leader) gone. Almost like a night vision he didn’t dream to its end and now, once awake, failed to remember – he wished for more.

He wanted more.

Bilbo dashed out of his house, contract in hand and handkerchief forgotten, to chase yesterday’s dream of blue, blue eyes.


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Ok ok ok! I just…this fucking film, people! I was laughing and smiling throughout! So many bat references, so many shippy moments! Just. So. MUCH!!!! Anyone wanting to avoid spoilers just fucking scroll past cos I’m on mobile and I can’t do that keep reading linky shit! (Also apologies for language but I’m so hyped up right now on cake and gay and happiness and BATJOKES!)

List of what Mellie fucking adored about Batjokes: The Movie (aka Lego Batman Movie)

Man in the MirrorI died. Every single fucking time! Opening the movie with a quote from the lyrics and then having it playing at Gordon’s party and then using even more of the lyrics throughout? God! It was just bliss!

PEW PEW PEW!!!! Aaaaaah! This was so fucking CUUUUUUTTTEEE! The way J came out guns a-blazin’, shooting up the place making those noises! ASSGDAAAH! And then the rest of ‘em doing it later! It was just the best!

Blinkity blink blink blink! Ahahahaa! You ain’t foolin’ NO ONE J!

Bruce not being invited to the JL anniversary party. WTF Supes? Just…what. the. fuck?! Actually, sad lonely Bruce was so fucking heartbreaking in this movie I just wanted to hug the crap outta him! This film did that surprisingly well. He’s presented as an arrogant prick but he’s such a sad little sweetheart underneath! I cry. So much.

Unhappy J slouching in his seat Ohhhhhhhhhh! Poor sad little clown baby! J was just too fucking KEEEEEYYYOOOOOOTTTTEE throughout this movie! His facial expressions just made me wanna die and can we just all take a moment to appreciate Zach’s vocal work? His voice was just gorgeous, I think and he did such a great job of mixing the crazy with the vulnerable without ever going over the top! Same for Arnett. He’s a legend and I love both of them to death for what they’ve done.

CONDIMENT KING! I. Fucking. Lost. My. Shit!

Rick Astley Ok. Anyone who knows me well will know of my deep love for the genius of Rick Astley! And when that started playing, even if only for a couple of seconds, it made my heart leap with joy!

Robin!!!!!! He was so cute and sweet and so not annoying that it was a wonder to behold! And don’t even get me started on his excitement about having two dads! That strikes a deep personal chord with me and I just wanna fucking smush the little bundle of plastic’s face and squish him to shit!

“British robots! Google it nerds!” ok so I dunno if I got the quote exactly right but I fucking squealed at that bit! What can I say, it’s the Whovian in me?!

Jerry motherfucking Maguire!?!?!!!!

Bane! Just fuuuuuck! They used the Tom Hardy voice for him and I was just wetting my self!

BATJOKES! Ohmyfuckinglifesomeonekillmenow! The moments between J and B just ASSSHGAAAAAAAAAAA!!! J’s sad face, B saying he doesn’t do “ships” (fuck you bruce we all know you fuckin do!) and J screaming cos Bruce loved the film Serendipity! Aahahahhaaa! That moment when J first tells Bruce he hates him, holding his hands together and those fucking eyebrows all curved upwards *clutches heart* and Bruce being stubborn by only saying “me too”, I need twenty thousand fics about that moment RIGHT THERE stat! And when Bruce starts hitting those villains just to make J jealous! And don’t even get me started on J’s comment about Bruce being a briefs man! Also, ALSO, at the end, when Bruce chin bumps J’s face just made me hug myself with joy! Das so cuuuuute! And including that sad J face when Bruce is being shown what a bad personal he is? Oh, come on Lego! But the moment that got me (and probably everyone else) was Bruce saying how he needed Joker and everything he did was just for him and… YOU HAD ME AT SHUT UP!!!!

I HATE YOU FOREVER Don’t fucking touch me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God, there were just so many other things too, like the fact they’ve made the Gordons POC and all the nods to the other bat movies made with the score and the fact that Ralph Fiennes is voicing Alfred and Voldemort is in the movie too? Ahahaha, it’s all too much! I need to see this film a billion more times and just bask in all the details I’m probably forgetting and just AAAAAAAHHHHH!

kevin: *jokingly asks karen if they still have a final 2 deal*

karen: oh shut up.  over my dead body. i’d never make a fucking final 2… i didn’t make a final 2 with anybody in this fucking house. don’t fucking try and create more fucking paranoia you arrogant fucking prick today. you’ve done enough. the only one that’s made five final 2s is YOU. you have made five final 2s. so go fuck yourself. even your fucking mother said she knows how hard you’re playing. don’t think i didn’t pick up on that as well. she knows how hard you’re playing. good. kudos. i told you, well played. what else do you want? BLOOD? good job. you made a move that even as a fan i appreciate. okay? let’s see how your five final 2s work out. 

How Do You Ask? (Pietro X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Pietro X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of sex and mild swearing

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Request: Beauty, here my strange prompt: Reader is 22 but still the little princess of all the avengers. She is dating Pietro and he wants to take their relationship to the next level (have sex), as she is super nervous go to ask the other older avengers for tips to be more cool when it happens, which lead to the avengers freaking out telling her that she is still too young and confronting Pietro about leaving reader alone (because they dont want their little princess to grow up) Fluff and funny! Love ya


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When you joined the Avengers you were at the ripe age of 18, and being the youngest member, they babied you to say the least.

You’ve never been on a solo mission. Whenever Fury tried to send you on one, they would pipe up and not let you leave without at least one of them. Fury tried smuggling you onto a mission but they seemed to… appear…

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Stop Making Eyes At Me (But I Don’t Really Want You To) by @iamthegaysmurf  & @youreagoodliar

Waverly stammers for a moment, gaping at her. “I-I… You… I’ll have you know that I am not arrogant, Haught.”

“Just a prick, then?”

The smirk on Nicole’s face makes Waverly wish she had a bat. “You wonder why I don’t like you.”

“Hm.” Nicole leans off of the wall, breaking off a piece of the pretzel and tossing it into her mouth. As she finishes it, she pushes the last bit into Waverly’s hand. “You don’t like me because I’m a better hitter than you are a pitcher, and it pisses off your ego. Enjoy the pretzel.”

I enjoyed this little story so much I decided to make a cover for it…

As always… reblog, do not repost and do not edit.