HOLY MOLY 4000 FOLLOWERS!?!?! I’m amazed! I’m astounded!! I’m shocked!!! I’m crying, I’m so happy right now! Thank you so much for all the continuous support! I’m going to be taking a little break from tumblr for awhile for spring break to finish a lot of project I have rn, but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back and post all the goodies I’ve been working on! Thank you so much again babes! Please enjoy some Big brother Percy
jdkdjd now i cant remember anything and im formatting on mobile chrome so sorry for the mess but ok listen
[Dick, via comms, sounding desperate]
ROBIN, ARE YOU STILL NEAR MY HOUSE?
[Damian, alarmed] YES
[Dick] COME HERE NOW
and when Damian arrives, bursts through the window, batarang in hand ready to
kick ass, he finds Dick in bed, in a blanket burrito watching tv.
can you please turn off the lights and close the door.”
Damian sighs irritated. Throws the batarang at the light switch. Kicks closed the door.
“Thank you Dami my beautiful baby brother that i would die for, can you~”
“I am not getting you food from the kitchen, goodbye grayson”
“FOR GODS SAKE JASON DO I HAVE TO SPEAK
IN EMO TO GET THROUGH YOUR HEAD!!!? HAVE YOU HEARD OF CLOSING THE GOD DAMN DO-[jason comes back and closes door] thanks.”
they used to spit into a drink or lick food to stop a sibling from eating it.. (jason
and Cass used to eat/drink that shit anyways while staring at you dead in the eye… Tim used to do it ONLY with Cass’ food and sometimes Dick’s…) but now they don’t even care.. all 6 of them share a lollipop while in the batplane (because cass found only one in her pocket and Bruce insisted they either share it or no one would eat it, to avoid fighting) (yes, even duke, who at first was also disgusted with them but now he’s like *shrug* pass me the licked food damian)
“WHY ARE YOU PLAYER ONE I WANT TO
BE PLAYER ONE"
“BECAUSE I’M THE OLDEST”
"FUCK YOU AND FUCK
BRUCE AND FUCK THIS STUPID VIDEOGAME AND FUCK THE SYSTEM-“
“Todd. I need a favor.”
"Uh uh. “
”… Could you
please help me with this videogame level..“
“That’s enough that’s enough give me back
the-that’s ENOUGH LET ME PLAY TODD-FATHER!!!!”
“Cass are those my clothes”
”.. They fit”
YOURE GONNA GET CHOCOLATE ON IT LIKE LAST TIME”
"will not!!! And
you let Kon wear my shirt and now it’s too big for me!“
not my fault he thought that was mine and you always let Stephanie wear my
stuff I leave at your house too!!“
[everyone watching a movie together] [a character with a really ugly haircut
appears] “DICK WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US YOU WERE IN A MOVIE"
“Hey dick, Wally is on the phone"
"ugh I’m not in the mood tell
him I’m sleeping or someth-”
”[on phone] he’s right here I’ll pass
him the phone"
“I know where you live Timoth-hey Wally whatsup
“I’m gonna shower!” [cass, thrown over the sofa playing with Tim’s laptop, clearly not intending to get up any time soon] “no wait I was gonna shower!!“
"THOMAS WHEN I LEFT TO GRAB JUICE I HAD TWELVE FRIES AND NOW I ONLY HAVE
NINE, WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO EAT MY FOOD"
"it wasn’t me!!"
"YOU’RE STILL CHEWING THEM”
everytime one of them is getting lectured by Bruce the others try to make them crack up.. please…
“is there something funny about throwing a mug at your brother, Tim?"
”………n..o…..dAD DUKE IS PULLING FUNNY FACES"
they steal each others stuff all the time just to be annoying and put the blame on each other…
“I left my phone right here where
"c'mon guys!! Who was it??”
"NO WHAT THE FUCK
IT WASNT ME!"
"ME NEITHER !!!”
"WHO WAS IT
IM GONNA CALL DAD AND YOU KNOW HOW HE GETS WHEN I CALL HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF A
“YES I WOULD DAMIAMOTHY”
"DONT DO IT"
“WHO WAS IT”
[screams, trying to wrestle the house phone from Dick’s hand,
kicking, biting, spiting]
[finally cass, who has been watching everything go
down from afar, comes forwards a drops the phone in dicks chest] “here”
movie nights… are a mess…. they always complain about each other’s movie taste and end up watching a movie picked by bruce so they won’t fight… aka a boring ugly mess and they spend the whole movie glaring at each other like “this is your fault!!”
the batcave] “Jason would you call Damian, I need to verify-”
“yeah sure… [not
even looking up from phone] DAMIAN!!!!”
“JASON IF I HAD WANTED TO YELL I WOULD
HAVE CALLED HIM MYSELF CANT YOU JUST GO FETC-“
[from afar] “WHAT DO YOU WANT
“BRUCE WANTS YOU DOWN HEREEEEEEEEEEEE”
and that’s all I have now.. let me think for a while and I might make a part 2..
based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant
She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.
“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.
“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.
“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”
“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.
She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.
“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.
It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.
“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”
She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.
Request: can you do a derek hale imagine where the reader
and derek are taking care of a baby for some reason and and derek doesn’t
really know what to do but the reader does and its really fluffy and stuff
Requested by: Anon
Word count: 636
“Derek” I whisper, “someone’s at the door.” Derek lets out a
“I can smell him from here, it’s just Stiles.” He replies,
rolling over in the bed and pulling me into his chest. “Just leave him.”
“It’s one in the morning, it has to be somewhat important for
him to be rocking up here.” Derek opens one of his eyes and looks at me.
“If I answer him, will you stop bugging me?” he jokes, chucking
a shirt on.
“Maybe, depends how I’m feeling.” I say, smirking at him.
Derek makes his way towards the front door, me close behind. As he gets close
he looks back.
“Someone’s with him, I can smell the scent.” He burrows his
eyebrows in confusion.
“Who is it?” I question, curiosity getting the best of me.
“I don’t know, I’ve never smelt this scent before.” Stiles
knocks on the door again, this time louder and more forceful.
“I know you two are in there! Stop screwing each other and
open the door!” He yells. Derek pulls the door wide open greasing the boy off.
“Stiles why do you have a baby?” I ask, raising an eyebrow
at him, “who did you steal her from?” I put my hands on my hips in a disapproving
“No time to explain, I will later, just do me a favour and
watch her for a bit” he quickly shoves the very little girl into a very un-expecting
Derek’s arms. If it weren’t for Derek’s quick reflexes I would have been
worried that he was going to drop her. “Thanks! I owe you guys!” Stiles shouts
as he quickly scurries away.
I look over at Derek and burst into a fit of laughter. He
held the baby an arm’s length away from his body.
“That’s not how you hold her.” I laugh, making my way
towards him. I slowly push the baby towards Derek’s chest.
“Can’t you hold her?” he pleads. I give Derek a sad look.
“What? Sourwolf doesn’t know how to take care of a baby? Does
he need a human to tell him what to do?” I say in a mocking tone while smirking
at him. Derek growls at me in response, startling the baby and causing her to
begin to cry.
Derek’s eyes grow wide and he frantically looks at me.
“What do I do?” he whispers, I roll my eyes and take the baby
from him. I have never in my life seen Derek Hale be so gentle with something. He
was acting as if the baby was glass and he was going to break her.
I gently rocked the baby in my arms, swaying her side to
“Just like this.” I smile, as the baby girl begins to calm
down. “Your turn.” I give the baby back to him. Derek copies my actions and I suddenly
feel a wave of baby fever. Seeing Derek so caring and soft with a baby almost
made me jump him right there.
“You seriously feeling like that at a time like this?” Derek
smirks, getting more confident with the baby. I roll my eyes and walk away.
“You seem to have this under control, I’m going to sleep.” I
walk off and Derek quickly but carefully walks behind me.
“You can’t go to sleep, what if she needs to be changed? Or is
hungry?” He says, as I get back into my bed.
“Can you two shut up please? I was just trying to enjoy my sleep
but-“ Peter cuts himself off when he says Derek holding a baby.
“How-How long was I asleep for?” He asks, looking at us in
“9 months, y/n had gave birth 3 days ago.” Derek replies,
blankly looking at Peter. Derek puts his hand to his head, rubbing it in
[text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me.
[text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead
[text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.
[text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?
[text] It was an accident.
[text] lol fuk da police
[text] send me a picture and i’ll be home quicker ;)
[text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
[text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!
[text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.
[text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?
[text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?
[text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?
[text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants
[text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out.
[text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?
[text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(
[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.
[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
[text] Do you know where I am?
[text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!
[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.
[text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
[text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?
[text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.
[text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension
[text] ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! HE IS A TRIPLET, WE DONT NEED TO FIGHT OVER HIM WE CAN HAVE AN ORGY INSTEAD
[text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home
[text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.
[text] My dick just got serenaded.
[text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.
[text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates
[text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle
[text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???
[text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!
[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
[text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why
[text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half
[text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!
[text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.
[text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.
[text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!
[text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox
[text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.
[text] I think I got married last night?
[text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.
[text] My mouth tastes like poor choices
[text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
[text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
[text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere
[text] You’re my hero
[text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you
[text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?
[text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?
[text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.
[text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.
[text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.
[text] She high fived me out of pity
[text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask
[text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.
[text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…
[text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked
[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room
[text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?
[text] It may or may not have been your sister…
[text] It may or may not have been your brother…
[text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all
[text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…
[text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS
[text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?
[text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.
[text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.
[text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.
[text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store
[text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox
[text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro
[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”
[text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
[text] I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.
Bts reaction to their girlfriend wearing their clothes
SEOKJIN / JIN
He would laugh hugging you and kiss you all over your face. Later while cuddling he would tease you saying “It’s okay if you don’t know how to do your laundry, I can do it for you, you don’t have to steal my clothes baby"
YOONGI / SUGA
Yoongi would pretend he didn’t see you wearing his clothes and lay down on the couch, you would sulk and sit on top of him crossing your arms “but im wearing your hoodie” “yeah, wash it and put it back when you’re done with it please” you would sulk more and pout. Then he would wrap his arms around you pulling you down and nuzzling your neck saying how much he loved it when you wore his clothes.
HOSEOK / JHOPE
He would smile as soon as he saw you. He would probably kiss you before running to his room to come back a few minutes later with a bunch of his clothes asking you if you could wear them so he could take pictures and show everyone “You just look so cute, I suddenly need a new background for my phone”
NAMJOON / RAP MOSTER
Namjoon would tease you because lets be honest, namjoon is that amazing. He would hug you and kiss you and after a few minutes of cuddling his horny side would appear “i love seeing you with my clothes but i rather see you with no clothes at all”
He would be super happy about it and would show it as soon as he saw you “You look so cute with that Jagi” “Let me cuddle you please”
TAEHYUNG / V
Taehyung would be happy, he would be super clingy and tease you about it “that looks so big on you baby cakes” he would smile back hugging you “It already looks big on me so imagine how you look, so smol and cute” he would pinch your cheeks while kissing you repeatedly.
Jungkook would be all shy about it, he wouldn’t say anything but he would look at you all the time and bite his lip trying to hide his smile, when you asked him if he was okay he would put a fake mad voice and tell you he was mad for stealing his clothes “You know I don’t like sharing clothes” but he would fail miserably when he started laughing, then he would cuddle you until you two fell asleep together
Gif credits to the owners.
A/N: this is my first reaction and im really sorry if this is shit, please forgive me 🙏🏻
reaction to you wearing your shortest dress with a deep low cut in the front
that shows off all your curves while on a night out with the rest of the boy
and he catches them checking you out
A/n: Three out of four. It’s my present for the 4k
down, no one loos. You,” pointing at you “go change.”
death glares* “Any of you continues to look at her, you’ll all die.”
change. Now. Please baby. I won’t be able to protect you.”
with the others. Then gives you his jacket, fast and neatly* “Well, too late for
you to change baby.”
fuck off. Eyes off my baby.”
You can all watch and be jealous. Suckers.”
No. Go back. That’s my dress. Only I want to see it. Please.”
Request: Hi i know you’ve literally just done a tease imagine but I was kinda hoping you could do one where the reader pisses Tom off somehow and he starts getting all dark and unexpected to get back at her and then acts as if nothing happened. Btw I love all your stories and you’re so talented xxx + part two requested by a few readers, of this small smut fic! :-)
Warnings: this was highly requested hgjkfdhjk. everything is innocent until the ‘read more’ cut, so if you’re not into smut, feel free not to read :)
can we please leave?” Tom whined in my ear, causing me to roll my eyes again. I
ignored him, again, going back to the conversation I was having. Tom,
not-so-subtly, sighed heavily, dropping his head on my shoulder and whined –
like a child. “Baby,” the pet name was muffled by the material of my long
sleeve dress. I flashed a strained smile toward the couple I was talking to
before grabbing Tom’s hand and leading him away from the crowd, toward an empty
not going anywhere!” I exclaimed, in a hushed but hard tone. He narrowed his
eyes at me. “You’re being an ass, Tom! Your friends invited you, you wanted
to come, so we’re going to fucking stay until they serve dinner.” I
crossed my arms over my chest, smiling and waving at a few of our friends as
they walked past us.
fucking with me right now?” I looked back at Tom, an aggravated look on his
face. I sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. He backed away from me, swatting
my hand away lightly.
a baby, baby.” I tried to joke, but his hard stare on me only intensified.
“Tom,” he ignored me, like I had earlier, brushing past me as he made his way
toward where Harrison was. I closed my mouth, not realizing it had fallen
slightly when Tom walked away from me. I rolled my shoulders back and counted
to three in my head. Tom was so fucking annoying.
for Tom in the car, letting him say goodbye to his friends and telling Haz he’d
see him at home. “Are you done acting like a child?” I reached for his hand as
soon as he placed it in the center console. Like earlier, he flinched away from
me, placing both hands on the wheel. “Oh, my god,” I complained, resting my arm
against the passenger door and resting my cheek on it. “You’re so annoying.”
annoying?” He countered, looking at me briefly with wide eyes. “You’re
annoying! I wanted to leave that party to be alone with you and you just
fucking ignored me.”
even want to go to the damn party in the first place!” I rubbed my temples,
trying to calm myself. “Just leave me alone – shut up, Tom.”
shut up and leave me alone! Don’t talk to me for the rest of the ride home.” I
didn’t hear a response back – no groan, no whine, no scoff – I turned and saw
his eyes set on the road, his jaw clenching as his grip on the steering wheel
tightened. I smirked, loving the fact that I was getting to him the way he got
to me. I turned to look at the window again, sighing deeply. It was silent for
a few minutes and my eyes were slipping closed as I grew comfortable in the car
seat. My head shot up, feeling Tom’s hand on my lap. I turned to look at him
again and his eyes were still focused on the road. I furrowed my eyebrows but
shrugged it off, maybe he just felt guilty from earlier.
out the window again, not letting Tom off that easy as I continued to ignore
him. My eyes were almost shut again, not even noticing Tom’s hand had moved
until I felt the heat of his palm against my inner thigh. On instinct, my left
hand shot down to grab his wrist. “Tom? What do you think you’re doing?” He
didn’t say anything, only continuing to massage my inner thigh while he kept
one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes trained intently on the road. I
released his wrist but kept my eye on him for a few seconds. I looked away and
leaned forward, reaching to turn the radio on. Versace On the Floor filled the
car, a smile meeting my face. I sat back and leaned my chair back so I was
laying down slightly.
a/n: THIS PICTURE FUCK. i’ve rode many of things in my lifetime. ;-) just not a thigh, so this might not be accurate but heyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. and if we’re gonna be honest here, how many of y'all actually even rode a dick? let alone a thigh hahaha. love y'all :-) (smut warning obviously)
I’m tired. I can feel the familiar ache in my body. I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for hours on end with no interruption. “C'mon, love, lets go.” I whine into Harry’s ear. His arm that is wrapped around my hip tightens, “okay, hold on.” He absentmindedly replies. I huff out. I don’t want to hold on. What the hell am I supposed to hold on to anyways? I notice a chair on the other side of the room and I instinctively follow to it.
When I am seated, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes.
“Alright, up you get. It’s time to go, yeah?” Harry awakes me from my quick nap, a whine slips from my lips as I’m placed on my feet. “No.” Harry chuckles lowly as he bends down and urges me to get on my back. A sleepy smile etches on my face as I climb onto him. He stands up with ease. My head falls onto his shoulder as I fall asleep with Harry’s scent lingering around me.
It’s hot. I can feel sweat seeping through my shirt.
My eyes open and adjust to the darkness. The clock reads three-thirty A.M., I can hear Harry’s breathing next to me. It’s relaxing. His arms are pulled under his pillow as he lies his head on it, curly hair flopping over. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can’t help but look at his lips. They are such a nice shape, they’re so pink and full. The shirt I have on is soaked through with sweat as I peel it off my scorching body. The cool air soothes my skin and I sigh with relief.
With my head back onto my pillow, I continue to stare at sleeping Harry. How can one human have so much beauty to them? Not just his looks either, he has a
beautiful soul as well.
My eyes skim back to his lips. God, his lips. If only they were kissing me right now. Down my neck, onto my collar bone. Biting and nipping, leaving a hickey in its place.
I play with the idea of waking him up just to do that, but he needs his sleep. When I make up my mind to be a good girlfriend, I groan and roll over. I hate that I’m a good person sometimes. My head is still spinning with the thought of Harry kissing me all over as I close my eyes and try to sleep.
Minutes pass before I huff out and grab my phone.
Looks like I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. One perk of having a famous boyfriend is that I can look up smut about him and totally try it the next time we have sex. And that’s what I do.
I head over to my Tumblr app and type in “Harry Styles smut”. The first thing that pops up is an ask. The ask reads “OKAY but imagine riding harry’s thigh i Am HURT. You would grind down on him and it would hit your clit just right and his hands would leave marks on your hips and he could feel you soaking through his jeans, and he just gets off to you getting off FUCK”.
Okay what in the hell is thigh riding and why am I so wet now? My mind starts racing after smut with thigh riding involved. I’ve never heard of thigh riding, but I’m already liking it.
I stay up a few more minutes, maybe hours, who really knows? Looking at smut that includes thigh riding. I’m aching for the feeling of it right now. My internal conflict is raging inside me and I think I have to wake Harry.
The sleeping boy next to me looks so peaceful. How could I wake him up just to ride his thigh? I can feel myself pulsing for this feeling. “Fuck.” I groan out, I can’t wait any longer. My hand starts to shake his sleeping body, “Harry.” All he does is let out a soft groan. This is going to be harder than I thought.
With a swift pull from the covers, both of our bodies are uncovered.
Harry is naked from his hips up and he looks fucking great. The tattoos sprawled across his toned body never looked so appealing in my life. I want to run my tongue over everyone of them. Black shorts that were around my hips fall off with a swift motion from my arms, my underwear following. Fire is in my veins. Harry visibly shutters from the loss of the covers but I climb on top of him to bring him warmth.
"Y/N?“ He mutters, his voice raspier and deeper from sleep. Fuck, I’m literally dripping for this green eyed man. “Baby, I want to try something..” I say while unleashing kisses to his jaw and neck. “At-” He stops to check the time, “5:47 in the morning?” Huh, guess I was looking at smut longer than I thought. “Yes baby, please, I’m literally dripping for you. Plus, you have to get up an hour anyways for work.” I moan out, I can already feel his erection through his pajama pants.
“Well if you insist.” He smirks. “What did you want to try?” He sits up holding me in his lap. My legs are by each of his hips and his large hands are roaming my back, hips, and thighs.
“Well it’s kinda weird, but I really want to try it.” I tug my lip into my teeth, nervously awaiting his response. “Yeah? What’s it then love?” “Well- I- just- let me show you. Take off your pants.” I instruct with a shaky voice, he obliges as he lifts me off his lap. He is left in his tight boxer briefs.
I manage to mount back onto his lap, positioning myself over his left thigh. “What’re you doing babe?” Harry asks me with puzzlement in his eyes. “Just..” I moan out as I begin to move hips on his lap. The contact of my clit to his thin boxers form incoherent moans.
Harry’s hands move to my hips, gripping them. “Oh so you like thigh riding, huh?” Harry’s voice is like gravel on a road sending me to move faster as his hands insinuate rapid movements. My head nods feverishly as he moves me faster. I feel his lips attach to my breasts, sucking lightly.
Curls are in my hands as I rock back and forth in his thigh. Cotton boxers against my clit work expertly together with the collaboration of my movements and Harry’s lips. Pleasure is racing through me leaving a beating heart and restless moans. Thoughts are construed in my mind as I try to piece together all the overwhelming things that are enveloping around me. Fuck, I’m so close. “Harry…” I moan out and he gets the hint. His inked hands grip my love handles tighter and my moves pick up pace as we move with the rhythm of an imaginary tempo. “Come for me.” Harry barely whispers in my ear as he adds a nibble to my ear lobe and before I can stop myself, I am sent over the top.
An orgasm rattles through me with blacked out vision and shaking hands. Spearmint surrounds me as my head collapses into Harry'a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into that.” Harry’s voice flows out to me and I laugh, “Yeah I didn’t either.”
The clock now reads six-fifteen.
Before Harry can react, I roll off of him and fall into my spot on our bed. The covers are pulled up over me, I hum in response. “Get some sleep, my angel.” Are words I hear before I drift off.
She was nervous and he could tell. They had been dating for eight months when Harry asked her to live together. He bought them a house in LA, she wanted to stay in America and LA was the compromise. His family already hardly saw him and so when he made the move they weren’t happy.
Then Anne read somewhere that Harry had paid off her loans, and he had. Anne had read that her son paid for the mortgage on the house all on his own, and he had. Gemma had read that her brother bought her a car, which he had, but none of them knew that she refused the car, the loans, the house.
None of them knew how much she hated that Harry gave her everything, and she could give him nothing. They all saw her as a gold digger, which was far from it. She worked hard to pay off as much as she could before Harry got a hold of her loans, she hid the bills, she did her best. But Harry snooped and found them and paid them off, it was one of their biggest fights, but no one knew. Because if she complained she seemed ungrateful, and if she didn’t she was seen as a gold digger, she couldn’t win.
He did buy their house, but she helped out. She paid bills, she paid for groceries and furniture, she really did try. And when Harry bought her the car she stood her ground, he claimed her 2004 Ford would only take her so far, and she reminded him as long as it took her from point a to point b she would be fine, when she had to reach point c they would talk.
So when their house was all set and it looked just how she wanted, Harry asked to have a house warming party. He wanted his friends to see his new life, he wanted to show off the house, the cars, but more importantly he wanted to show her off.When his family heard they offered to fly out, they wanted to meet the girl he moved across countries for, they wanted to meet the girl who was draining his bank account.
Harry could tell she was nervous, she stood next to him, her hand gripping her glass. She insisted on not drinking and settled for sparkling cider, she was never much of a drinker and she didn’t want to risk being buzzed or drunk in his families presence. Harry squeezed her hand, his free one gripping his beer, his friends and her friends were all gathered around in the house and backyard. The grill was up and running and Niall offered to be in charge.
“You’ll be fine Y/N, I promise. I love you how can they not love someone I love?” Harry smiled, his thumb rubbing circles on her palm.
She took the last sips of her cider and set the empty glass down, “’m not good when I meet people,” she mumbled, “I get all shaky.”
“You’ll be fine, they’re lovely people,” Harry chuckled.
“I know they raised you,” she smiled, going up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
“Harry!” He heard his mother voice call, when he turned from his spot on the deck he saw her.
Anne stood by the door with Gemma, a wide grin on her face. She rushed over hugging Harry, Gemma followed her actions, “thank you for flying us out,” Anne says, “we just left our stuff in the living room Jeff offered to take it up stairs, he’s a wonderful man.”
“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “mum, Gem, this is Y/N,” Harry tugged on her arm lightly, pulling her in front of him.
She smiled softly, “hello,” she says gently, “I’m Y/N it’s so nice to meet you.”
“Anne,” Anne says, her voice isn’t as soft as it was when she talked to Harry, it was slightly cold and she didn’t enjoy the way Anne’s look seemed to have hardened as well.
“I’m Gemma,” Gemma faked a smile, holding out her hand.
She shook it and the clamped her hands together, “how was your flight?” she asked.
“It was fine,” Anne’s answer was short and simple.
It was silent and the air felt different, she peeked up at Harry, “Y/N just got accepted to the medical program at Stanford, in just a couple of years she’ll be a doctor,” Harry says, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend.
“So I assume you’ll be working all the time to pay that off?” Anne asked, her eyebrow raised.
“Oh-well-I got a scholarship-and uh some-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Harry cut her off, “baby will you get me another beer? This one is warm.”
She nods, “would you guys like anything?”
She turns making her way to the kitchen. She grabs the beer, taking in a deep breath. When she composes herself she walks towards the door but stops, Harry stands on the other side, his back to her as he talks to his family.
“I just don’t get a good vibe from her Harry,” Gemma says softly.
“She just wants money,” Anne whispered, “how can you not see that?”
“No she doesn’t-”
“Harry if a guy paid my loans, bought me a house, a car, medical school, and clothes I would stay with him as well, she likes you for your money,” Gemma says, her hand resting on Harry’s arm, “her intentions aren’t good. I’m sure she got into Stanford because of you, she’s using the benefits.”
“You guys don’t know her,” Harry snapped.
And he was right, they didn’t know her. They didn’t know how she worked three jobs to save up to try and be the one to pay for their bill, they didn’t know how stressed Harry was every night you had a late shift. They didn’t know how much effort she put into school, into work, and then to come back home and help Harry cook. They didn’t know how Harry watched her fall asleep at the dinning table after she had worked, gone to school, worked another shift, and if she beat him home she would cook. They didn’t know how all of winter break she spent it working because she wanted to repay Harry for the loans and when she tried he refused.
“I have money, I have so much I don’t know what to do with it, I paid your loans Gem, I have everything I need, I hate watching her work all the fucking time to pay off something I could do in a second. I hate her working three different jobs so she can buy a damn dress to show up to one of my parities when I could buy it for her and she can spends that time with me rather than serving some strangers in a diner or working at a clothing store,” Harry stated, “I love her and that’s why I do it. She doesn’t ask me for these things, I do them because it makes her less stressed. I do it for her.”
“Y/N is using you,” Anne whispered, “and now she’s taken you away from your family. Harry honey, I’ve been your age, I’ve been in love and I was blinded by it. Please just take a minute and think about it, really think about it.”
“She’s a gold digger,” Gemma says.
And that’s when she’s break, the small sob that had been forming in her throat leaves her mouth, her hand reaching up to try and muffle it, but they all turn. She quickly turns, pushing through people and running up the stairs to their shared bedroom. She turns, locking the door behind her and pressing her back to it.
“Y/N,” Harry says softly, knocking on the door, “baby, please let me in.”
“I-I just need a minute,” she sniffled, “I-uh-I spilled something.”
“Y/N I know you heard,” Harry says, “please open up.”
She pulled open the door and Harry pushes it, forcing himself in. He frowns seeing her in the state, her eyes red, cheeks pink and puffy, tears are evident and she reaches up wiping them quickly.
“We should go back to the party, I’m a little hungry,” she whispered, pulling the end of her cardigan and wiping the under parts of her eyes, “if my makeup smudged?”
“Baby,” Harry says, reaching for her, “I’m sorry. They have no idea what they’re talking about.”
“Please don’t,” she pulls away, “I just need-Harry it’s your family. I can’t come in between that I just-I can’t.”
“They’ll come around,” Harry says, “I’ll talk to them. Don’t-I know what you’re trying to do.”
“I can still apply to live in campus and maybe this will give us space-”
“No!” Harry yelled, running a hand threw his hair, “please. Just-y/n baby, please don’t say that.”
“Just give it time, I can talk to them, they can see the real you, not the you the media portray’s,” Harry pleads.
He reaches out for her once more and she doesn’t pull back. His arms wrap around her and she rest her head on his chest, “I love you,” Harry whispered, “and that’s all that matters.”
“I love you too,” she whispers into his shirt, “so much.”
“I know,” he nods, running a hand through her hair, “I know baby.”
They stand there, enjoying their embrace. Until she pulls away, tugging at her dress, making sure she looks decent, “we should go back,” she says, “I should probably take out the dessert so people can start to wrap it up.”
“I’ll talk to them,” Harry promises, “I love you.”
“I love you more,” she giggled, as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, “Harry we have to go back downstairs!”
He rocks her side to side, picking her up, she laughs, “Harry!”
“I just want you to go downstairs in a good mood,” he admits, setting her down, but keeping his grip on her, “why don’t you go help Niall huh?”
“Okay,” she nods.
They make their way downstairs and she walks towards Niall at the grill. Harry leans against the wall watching her, “Harry,” Gemma says, walking up to him, a beer in her hand, “can we talk about this.”
“If you and mum are staying here, in our house, you will follow or rules,” Harry snaps, turning to the two of them, “treat her the way you want to be treated. You want to be cold towards her? Fine, but that will only create distance between us.”
Disclaimer: Works marked with * are rated explicit for sexually explicit content and/or other adult themes. The works are in order from oldest to newest under each category.
Series Illuminate Her I. No Promises* - He needs her more than anything else, he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth dragging along his shoulder. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her. All despite her tenacious attempts to keep him distant from her.
II. Patience Like This* - “I care about you. More than I want to. And that scares me. It scares me so much that I sometimes wish we’d never met. I hate that you make me feel this way. You kind of drive me nuts. But somehow I still want you. You mess me up so bad and I still want you.”
Atlas: Senses I. Touch* - “I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”
A jolt of hands, followed by a loud shriek and you suddenly find yourself wrapped within a strong pair of arms. Pressed firmly to his bare chest you hear the familiar chime of his laughter and you’re certain then that Jeon Jungkook would be the death of you. Lathered in scented suds you attempt to twist around within his grip only to slip upon the tiled floor, amusing him further.
An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader
Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!
“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.
“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.
“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.
“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.
“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.
“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.
“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.
“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.
We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.
“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.
Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is curvier than the average girl but you and Shawn are dating and his friends question why he’s with y/n when he can be with anyone he wants and y/n overhears and gets really sad and insecure?
Authors note: GET YOUR TISSUES…GET YOUR ICE CREAM…ITS TIME TO CRY
Sydney was a confusing place. Luckily, all I had to do was climb out of a taxi and I was where I needed to be. If I had to drive myself to the arena I surely would have gotten lost.
I climb the stairs, flashing my pass that Geoff had mailed me, to the security guards and walk inside. Its warm in the foyer area and I unzip my jacket.
“Y/n!” I turn around and see Geoff walking over to me.
“Hey,” I smile, giving him a hug.
“How was the flight?”
“Was pretty good actually. I fell asleep halfway over and didn’t wake up until we were landing.” I shift my bag onto my other shoulder.
“I can’t believe you agreed to this. Shawn is going to flip.” Geoff chuckles, leading me around the corner and towards backstage.
“I can’t believe I’m here either. I’m so excited,” Geoff holds the door open for me and I walk past.
“So I haven’t told him you’re here, its a complete surprise.” Geoff smirks and points to a door at the end of the hallway. “Just through there.”
“Thank you so much for this.” I smile at him and Geoff nods before leaving me alone in the hallway. The door shuts and I take a slow breath, hoping to calm myself but instead my nerves just pick up.
I approach the door nervously, my hand about to reach for the handle when a faint voice stops me.
“So are you still dating that girl, whats her name…?” A man’s voice trails off and I stay frozen.
“Y/n?” I hear Shawn respond and my heart flutters.
“Yeah her, are you still with her?” The guy asks and I await Shawn’s response.
“Really?” He responds right away, a note of almost distaste in his tone.
“What?” Shawn asks, I drop my hand away from the door handle.
“Its just, you know..” He chuckles. Shawn doesn’t.
“No. What is it?”
“She’s just so, how can I put this nicely… uh, curvy.” I frown, my gaze falling onto my stomach. I wasn’t that curvy. I mean sure, I wasn’t a stick but I also wasn’t severely overweight.
“Whats wrong with her being curvy?” I hear Shawn defend me and a smile breaks out on my face.
“Oh come on Shawn. You’re Shawn Mendes, a sex icon for girls, you can have anyone you wanted yet you choose her.” The guy laughs and I glare at the door, wishing instead that he was my target instead of the wood. Another laugh joins in.
“I don’t want-” Shawn’s cut off by the guy.
“Mate, when you go to take photos together, she’s so large that you can’t even fit in the photo with her.” They all laugh except Shawn. I’d recognize his laugh anywhere. I bite my lip to distract myself from the sting of their words.
“Shawn, we’re going out tonight after your show, you should come with. I know this really pretty girl I can hook you up with.” The guy was getting on my nerves. First he says harsh words about my figure and now he wants to get Shawn with another girl. Did he not hear Shawn just say he was in a relationship?
“I’m with Y/n.” Shawn dismisses the subject and I feel the smile form back on my face. As long as I had Shawn, everything was okay.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” The two Australian’s- judging by their accents- laugh. There’s silence.
“Well, I guess,” Shawn finally says and I feel my stomach drop. I step back away from the door until I hit the wall. I couldn’t comprehend what I just heard. I felt dizzy. I could hear my heart thumping. The door opens, distracting me from my thoughts.
I look up and I meet brown eyes full of surprise. I can’t seem to get any words out.
“Y/n?” His voice sounds shaky. I don’t look at him, I can’t. All I can hear is ‘what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her’ on loop inside my head.
“Why aren’t you moving- No way is this the chick? Dude this is Shawn’s girl.” I look behind Shawn to see a dark haired man looking over his shoulder where a second later, another man appears. “She looks better in person as well, not as much-” He gestures to his sides. I had to leave.
Without meeting Shawn’s gaze, I hastily pull the door open and slam it shut behind me. I don’t stick around to see if Shawn’s following. Why would he when he can meet up with the other girl tonight?
I race back past the security guards and practically fly down the stairs. I stop at the base, unsure of which way to go. I’d never been to Sydney before.
“Y/n!” I turn around. Shawn’s taking the stairs two by a time. Making a quick decision I walk quickly towards the park that’s surrounding the left side of the arena. “Y/n wait, turn around.”
I ignore him, pretending not to see the wondering eyes from strangers as we were starting to cause a scene.
“Please, let me explain.” I hear him call, his voice desperate and vulnerable and it stops me.
I turn on my heels, facing Shawn. “Explain what? That I basically heard you agree to meet up with other girls as long as I didn’t know.” I glare at him. “And thanks for sticking up for me when those guys basically called me fat. Oh wait-” I pause, my searing gaze never wavering. “As long as I didn’t know about it, it won’t hurt me.”
“Baby, Y/n, please,” Shawn pleads, taking a small step forward but I take one back. “I was just agreeing with those guys to shut them up. I have to deal with them- they help out with sound.”
“You’re Shawn Mendes. You can do whatever you want, fire whoever you want.” I nearly shout, my anger growing.
“Y/n, I haven’t seen you in nearly 2 months. I don’t want to spend our time fighting over something stupid.” Shawn runs a hand through his hair, making the strands fall across his forehead.
“Something stupid?” I ask, my eyes widening.
“Wrong way to put it.” Shawn rushes to say but I’m not listening.
“Calling me fat is stupid now is it?” I sass, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Y/n..” Shawn stresses. “Please can we not do this right now, I missed you and I want to spend the small time we have together happy,”
“Shawn you don’t understand!” I cry, tears welling in my eyes. “What they said hurt! Telling you that I was overweight and you could get someone better, that hurt.”
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest as their words finally sink in.
“You deserve better than me,” I sob, gripping his shirt.
“Y/n, no don’t do this to yourself.” He rubs my back gently, trying to soothe me with words. “You’re beautiful and amazing and I’m so lucky to have you.” he tilts my chin up to meet his eyes, wiping my tears away with his thumb.
“I swear I only said that to shut them up, I’d never want anyone else but you. Ever. Not when I have you waiting at home for me.” He smiles, trying to cheer me up. “Please come back with me, I’ve been writing a song and I want to play it for you, see if you like it.”
He gives me a hopeful expression.
“Are you still going out tonight?” I ask in a small voice, peering up at him.
He laughs, stopping when he see’s my mortified expression. “Are you kidding me? Why would I go with them when I have you here.” He brings me into a tight hug, squeezing me against his chest until I wheeze.
“Shawn,” I groan, and his arms fall.
He grins sheepishly. “Sorry, I just love you a lot,”
-you wouldn’t even have to tell him, he could just tell from your tired expression the moment you walked into the bedroom-
*reaching his arms out towards you* “My poor little girl, you had a bad day didn’t you?” *begins to gently rock you as you bury yourself in his arms* “It’s okay, everything will be okay babygirl. I’m right here- I’m right here.”
-he’d hate knowing you had such a tough day, and would immediately wrap his arms around you; staying there just holding you for as long you wanted-
“Aish, I’m sorry you had such a tough time..” *runs his fingers through your hair* “You’re home now though, you’re okay my princess.”
-he’d just shake his head as he tightly held you, kisses the top of your head repeatedly-
*lifting you, he’d take a seat on the couch; laying you on top of him* “People are so dumb..” “I should beat up everyone that gave my princess such a hard time.”
-the moment you roughly slammed the door as you walked into the apartment you two shared, he’d know something was up-
*getting up from the couch he’d go over to you, immediately pulling you into his arms- no questions asked* “Sh, sh it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” *softly smiling as he lightly kissed your forehead as you relax in his arms* “My poor baby, my sweet little baby.. Do you need me to get you anything?”
-immediately grows concerned by your facial expression and silence as you walk in-
“Baby, what’s wrong are you okay?” *pulls you into a protective hug the moment you pout and become teary eyed* “No, no don’t cry please my love.” “What can I do to make you feel better? Hm? I’ll do anything for you princess.”
-learning from previous experiences, he’d know to always have your favorite snacks ready to go; the instant he heard you annoyed huff he’d race to the pantry, pulling out a box he hid that held all your favorites-
*walking back into the room, he’d empathically smirk at the sight of you laying face down* “Come here babygirl..” *laying beside you, he’d pull you into his arms before handing the box over to you* “Here, it has all your favorite goodies inside. We can do whatever you want tonight too, okay?” “I just want you happy, my love.”
-he’d be getting dinner ready when you come in, your cheeks flushed and eyes puffy from crying; he automatically stops what he was doing and rushes over to you-
“Oh my god, Jagi- What’s wrong? Are you okay?” *you just simply shake your head as he pulls you into a warm hug* “Sh, sh, sh- no more crying okay?” “I’m right here, I promise I’ll be right here for as long as you need, okay?”