fabric tee

The shadow of a figure danced across the floorboards, an outline of someone bent lazily against the door frame. A single golden lamp illuminated the room, and just that light was enough to make out a pair of glimmering blue eyes in the inky darkness. Your heart faltered, breath hitching in your throat-

“Kai?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

He melted out of the darkness, handsome as ever, familiar goofy grin plastered to his flushed lips. 

“Hi,” he breathed lightly.

And just like that, the crushing pain of loss you’d been drowning in for years was gone, and he was here in the flesh, and god, you loved him so damn much. Tears clawing at your eyes, your voice was lost as you bolted across the room, plummeting straight into his outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably into the soft fabric of his tee. You couldn’t believe it. That overpowering cologne was his, those firm arms locking around your waist were his, and that heartbeat strumming in his chest was his.

“Is it really you?” you wept in shock, fingers clawing into his back as you pressed tighter, wanting to know that this feeling was real.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand coming up to your head, the feeling of his cool rings gliding across your skin as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You released him, bending up on your tip-toes to reach his perfectly sculpted face. You trailed your fingertips lightly over his features in awe, finger pads gliding across his jawline, stubble, and tracing around his lips. 

“Malachai?” you whispered again, still disbelieving. “How do I know I’m not hallucinating?”

His fingers crawled under your chin, raising your head so your eyes were forced to meet his brilliant blue ones.

“Because if you were,” his voice rumbled deeply, “you wouldn’t feel this.”

His eyes fluttered closed, full lips coming gently to lock with yours. His hands went slithering around your waist, lips conjoined like two puzzle pieces, the taste of his mouth intoxicating. His nose squished against yours as he dipped in deeper for the briefest of moments before drawing back.

“Believe me now?” he asked gently.

But you didn’t need to answer, for the tears streaming down your cheeks told the answer. Kai brushed off your tears before bringing his fingers to pull away your loose strands of hair affectionately back into place. You brought your forehead to his, arms swinging around his neck, the aching in your heart numbing with every second he held you.

“I promised you I’d go to hell and back for you,” he murmured.

Gif cred - arianagrandes
Toothbrush - L.H.

Okay…so I (obviously) got this idea from listening to Toothbrush from DNCE. I’ve also decided I want to update every Friday so every time I finish something, I’m just going to queue it up. Enjoy

Also…I know I said no more Luke pieces for awhile, but this literally came to me in class and I wrote it in fifty minutes so….


Luke woke up early from the sunlight pouring in through the window on the other side of the room, body still bare from the night before, the only thing covering him being the stupid little close to nothing sheet resting on his hips. His bright blue eyes fluttered open slightly, heart sinking as he sat up confused as to why the body next to him had disappeared at such an early hour of the day, the clock reading a mere 6:17 in the morning, no longer confused when he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom just down the hall…unless it was Ashton of course since he was the usual prospect that would be up this early in the morning.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, bringing his palms down over his face rubbing the tiredness from them slightly as he waited for his lover to return to the room.

“You’re up early,” she mumbled seeing him awake as she leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she looked over the tired man’s features, a lazy smile gracing his perfectly pouted lips. She had on his torn Nirvana tee, the fabric falling to the tops of her thighs, and with the way she was leaning against the frame, he could see her favorite pair of navy blue panties from Victoria’s Secret. Her feet were still bare, probably having lost her socks in his sheets through the night, as she always did, even though she refused to take them off before falling asleep. He’d always loved her sense of style, but he always thought she looked best dressed in his shirt with no pants on laying in his bed.

Her hair was still a mess, sticking up slightly in awkward directions, most likely extremely tangled and in desperate need of a pound of his conditioner to comb out the knots before she left. Her eyeliner had run across the side of her face lightly and he was sure there was glitter on his pillows from her eye shadow as well, small love bites gracing the length of her neck, small enough for him to miss if she had her hair styled the right way covering them perfectly. It was a sight he always loved, even if she did look like a hot mess. She was his hot mess.

“Luke, are you listening to me?” she asked smirking slightly knowing he wasn’t. He never was when he was looking at her like that…not that she knew exactly what that look on his face was, but she knew it enough to know he was lost in his train of thought.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he hummed leaning back against his pillows, arms making their way behind his bed as his muscles shifted slightly, eyes daring her to make her way back to bed with him, and she knew she would. “Close the door love.”

She did as she was told, feet padding softly against the dark, hardwood floors as she climbed into bed right over to him, swinging her leg over his hip so she was straddling him, as placed strategically against his pelvis, knowing damn well if she wanted to at any point in time she could change the entire mood.

“What were you saying?” he asked, hands making their way to her thighs rubbing the soft, bare skin lightly leaving goosebumps behind.

“I said I can’t stay long. I’m working at eleven,” she said running her nails down his chest lightly, up and down, over and over, Luke shivering slightly at the feeling.

“That reminds me..I need to talk to you,” he mumbled, hands slowly making their way to her hips as he ran his thumbs in small circles under the fabric of his shirt along her bare skin.

“What about, rock star?” she asked, brows furrowing together confused, not sure if she should be worried or not. Usually he’d just come out and say it, not making it a big deal unless it was something important.

“Well…I mean…we’ve been doing this for what…five months now…?” he asked stumbling over his words as she giggled slightly.

“Six,” she she said smirking slightly. “Where are you going with this Lu?”

“Well, I was thinking…that maybe you could like…leave some of your stuff here so when you do have to go in the morning you don’t have to leave so early…” he suggested making her heart melt as she smiled softly at him. “Like..maybe that coconut shampoo you have or your toothbrush…”

“And maybe some clothes considering I can’t really work in your tee and panties,” she teased as he blushed more. “You’re too cute, you know.”

“Are you going to answer me or just make fun of me?” he pouted as she leaned in pecking his lips quickly.

“I’ll bring them over when I see you tonight.”

ETHAN DOLAN X READER

The End

Request: Ethan Dolan fight sad imagine

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You lay sprawled across the couch at six in the evening, your hand loosely holding the heavy weight of your phone, which hadn’t buzzed for hours. It was your one year anniversary, and Ethan hadn’t so much as bothered to text you. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep when you heard pounding at the front door. Startled awake, you yawned wide and skipped over to the door, rubbing at your eyes as you pulled it open. Through your bleary vision you saw something red…roses?

“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.

“E?!” you gasped, leaping into his open arms and burrowing your head into his shirt. Your legs came around his waist, his arms holding you tight as you sobbed into him, Ethan cooing softly and running his fingers through your hair.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered in astonishment as he placed you gingerly back on your feet.

“Surprising my beautiful girlfriend on our anniversary,” he said simply, brushing a thumb over your cheek and swiping off a tear.

“But, wh- I thought you forgot?! You didn’t talk to me the entire day, I-” you stumbled.

“Well, I didn’t want you to know what I was doing, it would’ve ruined it!” Ethan laughed, stepping through the door frame. He moved to the counter and set the roses gently down before turning to look you over.

You hadn’t moved.

“Awe,” Ethan whined, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be so sad,” he said, extending his arms out for you.

You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.

“I can’t even begin to describe how awful today felt,” you whispered into the crook of Ethan’s neck. “I thought I did something wrong, I couldn’t figure it out, I thought you were thinking of leaving me…”

Ethan placed his cheek against your head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should’ve told y-”

Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.

“Ethan?” you said, pulling your head up and staring into his hazel eyes, which were fixated distinctly on something across the room.

“What did you do today?” he asked softly.

“I-why?” you said, taken aback.

“Just, tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Um, I waited around for you to call this morning, and when I realized it wasn’t happening, a friend came over and spent a couple hours with me. I had to take my mind off, well, you,” you spoke truthfully.

“Did anyone else come?” Ethan asked, releasing you, and moving towards the couch.

“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”

Ethan scooped low and spun around, holding out a men’s jacket, his jaw clenched in frustration.

“Want to tell me the truth this time?” he said, barely audibly.

Your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “I did. Seriously Ethan, nothing happened.”

“Let me guess,” Ethan said, tossing the jacket down in disgust. “This ‘friend’ of yours came over when he heard we were having problems, that he came to ‘consolidate’ you.”

“Wha-yeah, but that was it, we ate food and watched TV, nothing else,” you said, starting to feel irritated.

Ethan made a move towards you, his hands coming flying to your wrists as he pulled your face close to his.

“God,” he muttered in frustration, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Don’t you see it?”

Your voice trembled as you shook your head pathetically, your grip on reality spinning as you drowned in his overpowering scent.

“I can’t leave you alone, not like this,” he growled softly.

“Ethan, please,” you begged, trying to pry his fingers off of you.

“You don’t understand,” he started, “what it’s going to be like for me when I leave now. The thought that some other guy is going to have his dirty hands all over my girlfriend, the thought of you letting him, the fact that I won’t be there to even stop it, it’s going to consume me, (Y/N).”

“Ethan,” you snapped suddenly, pulling his hands off your wrists, “are you hearing yourself right now?! This guy is just my friend, and even if he tried doing anything I would never let it happen! But the fact that you think I would…t-that hurts.” you said, taking a step back.

“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he sighed in exasperation, “I believe you now, but I’m going to be gone for months, which is more than enough time for someone else to see what I see in you and take advantage of the fact that you’re all alone!”

You froze.

“You’re all alone.”

…You’re all alone

And you were.

You were all alone.

Your mouth fell open, your eyes brimming with salty tears as you shook your head in pain, your lower lip trembling. Ethan realized his mistake, but it was too late.

“(Y/N),” he begged softly, “I didn’t mean-”

“No,” you stopped him, “I get it, and you’re right. You wanted to go on tour with Grayson, and despite the fact that it meant my presence would be replaced with that of thousands of lovesick girls, I still supported you all the while. Because you see, I thought that if you could be apart from me, that I could make the sacrifice too. But you’re right…you have Grayson, & you’re fans, and I have nobody.”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he gulped nervously, taking a step closer.

A crystal droplet rolling down your cheek, you extended your arm, preventing him from coming any closer, “Don’t.”

“Just, let me-” he begged, his dark locks falling over his forehead.

“We knew the risk we were taking when we decided to stay together despite the tour,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I hurt without you.”

“I know, (Y/N), believe me, I know. And you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” he replied.

“Have I, though?!” you cut him off, your eyes opening to meet Ethan’s somber gaze. “I break, a little bit more, every day. I cry myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me. I get anxious wondering how much better you are without me. But then I stop, and I remember how happy you are, and that is the only thing that’s been keeping me going. But it’s great to know that you think I would stoop low enough to turn on you after everything we’ve been through,” you gasped, your last few words coming out through a sob, the taste of your own tears prominent as they slipped between your lips. 

Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.

You looked him up and down, anger bubbling steadily in your chest.

“Tell me you trust me enough to walk out this door right now, knowing nothing bad will happen,” you hissed quietly, “and I’ll forgive you.”

Ethan’s chest shook softly as he opened his eyes, which were brimming with moisture. His skin glowed under the fluorescent lighting, his lips parted, “I-I want to…”

You shook your head, your arm dropping in defeat, “but you can’t.”

Ethan looked at you with such sadness that it took everything you had to utter your next words, “get out.”

He shook his head frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, “no,” he pleaded.

“Get. Out.”

“No,” he said with more force this time. “I’m not done.”

“Well I am,” you said, turning your back and walking away from him to hide your immense pain. “I’m done, Ethan.”

“Done with-” he began.

“Done with us,” you finished, holding back the tears that clawed for freedom behind your shut eyelids.

“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”

You only shook your head.

“No, I-I can’t,” his voice cracked, his hands coming over his face, “please don’t do this, please don’t.”

“It was a mistake thinking we could do this. I didn’t want to let you go, so I held on to this alternate reality where we were happy, but I should have let go already…” you whispered. “It’s more than just a stupid jacket, Ethan. I’ve been holding you back from doing what you love.”

“No,” he said again, his hand on your shoulder, “please, j-just, talk to me.”

You turned around, your eyes opening, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“E, if you care about me, you’ll leave,” you said, staring into the fabric of his tee.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your loose hairs behind your ear. Just the touch of his fingers was enough for you to almost take it all back. You looked into his unblinking hazel eyes, which were inches from your own.

“I want you to go,” you said, your voice unwavering.

You could see his heart shattering into a million pieces, right in that moment.

He turned to move towards the door, and you had to face away to prevent yourself from stopping him. There was the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor, and then the door slamming loudly shut. You raised your head, stunned to see Ethan still standing there.

“No,” he said bluntly, his sadness replaced by anger, “not until I get to talk.”

He advanced on you so quickly that you went stumbling back, your backside hitting the wall.

“I’m not giving up on us,” he growled, pulling close to you.

“This isn’t your choice to make-” you breathed.

He took a final step, his two hands making contact with the wall, his arms caging you in. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart faltered, your head turning to avoid his eyes.

“You’re right,” he said, “it’s our choice. We’re supposed to figure this out together.”

“Nothing you say will be able to change the truth,” you whimpered, “this isn’t working. We keep trying to hold onto something that’s already gone.”

“DON’T SAY THAT,” he yelled his fists slamming so hard into the wall that you flinched and began crying again. 

You turned to look at him through your bleary vision, “Ethan…”

“Why is it so easy for you to throw this all away?” he hissed, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.

“TELL ME,” he demanded, his eyes growing dark, his chest pressing into yours.

You gasped out for air, embracing the tears that came, “IT’S NOT,” you screamed. “I-it hurts…” You sunk to the floor, hitting the ground and burrowing your head between your knees, your cheeks wet. A silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your muffled cries.

You knew he was still there, you just knew it.

You blinked at Ethan, crouched in front of you, his lips bent downwards in sadness. He slowly raised the back of his hand to your cheek, his knuckles brushing lightly against your skin, the feeling causing your heart to miss a beat. His hand trailed upwards, his thumb brushing your tears quickly off before skimming across your face and tracing your features softly. Eventually, his thumb came to your lower lip, where he tugged ever so gently. You raised your eyes to his, hating yourself for how much control he had over you. He moved in slowly, his head tilting as his lips gently made contact with yours. A single tear trailed down his bronzed cheek and onto your lips. His right hand held your face firmly to his, his chest heaving softly as he held you like that, and all the time in the world would not have been enough for how long you wanted to stay in his hold. He pulled back a long moment later, his hand falling to his side, his head drooping in understandment.

“What was that?” you whispered.

You could feel him moving away, but you couldn’t bear to watch him leave your side. A moment later, his voice came, barely audibly, from across the room.

“That was goodbye.”

Violet

pls enjoy :)

~

She always had her journal and a pen latched in her hand as she walked in. My eyes always amazed on how someone is always at her beck and call, I mean look at her. The way her hair curls down her back, her hips sway as she avoids bumping into people in the hall, everything about her was so pure. The mix of innocence and sweetness excited me, like she has never heard of a bad word or even said one. She walked to her normal spot in Pius, seat just right to get the amount of sun and warmth, and shadow needed. I liked her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her skirt rose more just because the way her hips were, and I am not complaining. 

The pen tapped her glossed lips as she thought on her new entry. I could smell her sweet Daisy perfume from across the room. She smiled at me when she saw me, like she knows exactly at this time I’m here, waiting for her. “Hi Calum.” She greeted in her soft voice setting the pen in-between the pages of her journal. “Hey, Violet.” I smiled back. “Out of all people, I never would’ve expected you to be this, fascinated in someone.” She giggled as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “I just like that you have such a desire to write, it is quite fascinating,” I winked causing a deep red to spread across her cheeks. She waved for me to come sit by her, and so I did.

“Since you’re so fascinated that I write, take a look.” She turned a few pages back, letting me read on whatever her mind pondered on.

February 23

I notice all your features. I notice how blue your eyes are, and when they become darker as you become frustrated. how your smile is bright and teeth are white. i notice the way your hands grab the pen you hold when you write and how concentrated you look when doing it. i notice everything it;s scary, and i hope you notice me

your mind is a storm. sometimes it’s dark and scary, the other times its light and beautiful. i wanna know what goes on inside there, what’s its like to think. you have never imagined how one word can mess me up. no matter if it’s an “insult,” or compliment. everything you say comes and stays in my mind and i can’t get rid of it. it burns in my brain and makes my head hurt. i never understand what you say if it’s true or just a joke. i just hope it’s out of care.

i cried over you again today. i cried over how much you hurt me. i cried over how much i wanna yell and scream at you. i cried over how much i want you to love me. i cried how i want you to give me answers on us. and it sucks because you talk to all these other girls yet I’m the one who you hurt the most because whatever you say I’m processing in so many ways and then you say I’m joking, i wanna yell because thats not what you made me feel 2 minutes ago…

She must of noticed on how I got caught up in this because she covered the rest of it with her hands. “That’s enough for today.” She said, her voice was full of sadness. “Violet, I never knew how deep you were.” I exhaled. She half smiled, “It’s a blessing and a curse.” I stood up, grabbing her hand. “C’mon I wanna take you some where I think you’ll like.” I laced my hand with hers, surprised she didn’t let go, but rather caress her fingers in mine. I led her to a spot behind the park that had a bench looking onto a lake. “I come here when I feel sad.” I let go of her hand, going to sit on the bench. She quickly followed me, sitting down clutching her journal with her. “It’s beautiful Calum,” She smiled up at me. 

I wrapped my arm around her as she nuzzled into my chest. “You always seem to fascinate me Violet, rather it be writing or sitting in Pius working on homework.” I spoke her. “I don’t understand why Calum, I’m just an ordinary girl.” She giggled. “You don’t seem normal to me Violet,” I took her chin in-between my fingers. Her eyes glazed over mine, flickering to my lips back to my eyes, mine did the same. I found myself leaning in to kiss her plump lips, and she did the same. Our lips intertwined with each others, and I could taste the peach gloss she always sported. We pulled back after a moment, “Who hurt you?” I asked. She sighed, “It’s a long story, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it.”

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I have all the time.” She perked up a bit, “Well, my dad abandoned me when I was maybe 10. He left me for weeks with barely anything to eat or drink, so I mostly wandered the streets. I never met my mother, my dad told me she wanted nothing to do with me since I was born, and then my dad and I never grew found of each other. So, I live with my Aunt. She took me in after she saw what my father has been doing to me. I’ve always been scared to be loved or love anyone. Once I got to high school, I met this guy, Josh. I thought he was the one, and I liked him for so long that he eventually gave in and we dated. Once we got to graduation of Senior year, he told me the whole thing was a dare and that he would never love someone like me because we were too “different” and that really broke me. And those writings you read, were about him. It still hurts Calum.” Tears filled up her vision, and she looked down too scared to face me.

I wiped away the tears on her cheek, tilting her head up a bit, “No one should ever feel hurt like that, do you hear me? Violet, I’m so sorry.” She smiled. “It’s ok Calum, I’ve heard the pity and I don’t need anymore of it. Thank you for bringing me here, I needed someone like you.” She looked up at me. “This is why you fascinate me, I never knew.” I kissed her forehead. “It’s really fine. If you really want, we can go back to my place.” She offered. “You think I’m gonna let some pretty girl like you walk alone, you’re not getting rid of me.” I told her letting her stand. “You’re such a dork,” She smiled.

~

After watching four movies with Violet, I’ve learned a lot about her. Her music ranges from Blackbear to One Direction, her favorite color is white, her favorite book is Milk and Honey, and countless details that I’ve come to love. “I can’t thank you enough for actually spending time with me Calum, it means a lot.” She looked up at me. “You know I would love to do anything that involves you.” I smiled. Her room was more girly than I expected it to be. The walls were white, decorated with pictures of her and her friends. Her bed was white, and the duvet was grey with blue pillow accents. She had a full length mirror that had motivational quotes along the edges, along with her makeup vanity that held everything a girl could ever want. There was a white fuzzy rug that coated the wood floors. “Again, you fascinate me.” I said, pulling her into me. “Again, I don’t see why.” She giggled.

“Violet! Ven por favor!” Someone called from downstairs. “Oh, that’s my Tia. I’ll be right back.” She broke herself from my embrace. “Hola, Tia. Que tal tu día?” I heard her ask. “Ay, good. Quien esta arriba?” “Calum,” She replied. “Quien?” “Un momento.” I heard Violet walk up the stairs. “My Tia wants to see you.” She smiled. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, following her down the stairs. “There’s still a lot you have to learn about me Calum.” She winked. “Tia, esta es Calum.” Violet introduced me. “Hola, Calum!” Her Aunt greeted. “You can call me, Sarah.” I casually waved. “Preguntarle si quiere quedarse para la cena.” I find this fascinating. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?” Violet asked. “Sí gracias.” I said. Violet laughed at my basic Spanish skills.

We headed back up to her room. Violet sat on her clear chair with a white pillow that was set at her vanity as I sat across from her. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, again. “Yeah, my mom is from Spain, and my dad is from Chile, so I have some Spanish decent in me. I grew up speaking it, and my Tia goes back and forth speaking it, you’ll notice it.” She said. “So is Violet your real name?” I asked. She shook her head no, “It’s Francesca, but I didn’t like the idea of being called Fran, and Violet is what my Tia called me from when I was little because she didn’t think I looked like a Francesca.” She said. “Fascinating, again.” I said. She threw a pillow at me, “get a new word!” “Violeta, Calum cena está lista!” Sarah called. “Let’s go eat!” Violet got up and headed to the kitchen.

~

“Thanks for everything today Calum, I had a good time.” Violet broke the silence. “I’m never leaving you, I hope you know that.” I told her. I could feel her heart race when I said those words. “Is everything going to go back to normal tomorrow? Me sitting in Pius for hours and you being adored by everyone?” She asked. I sat up pulling her in between my legs, “Are you kidding me? Violet, the moment I saw you, I liked you. And why you fascinate me is because you’re so strong, you know what shit to get done, you’re everything a girl wants, and so much more to me.” I said. She smiled with small tears falling onto her cheeks, “I’ve never been told anything like that before.” I kissed her, making her feel wanted. Her dainty hands wrapped around my neck as I pulled her into my lap. My hands rested on the skin under her sweater. I felt Violets hands grip the fabric of my tee-shirt, my arms reach over to pull her hands away. I shake my head before speaking up, “No, don’t. Tonight is all about you.”

“Just tell me to stop if you want,” I assure her. She smiled, taking her sweater and pulling it over her head. Her breasts spilled out in her white lace bra. “God you’re beautiful.” I told her. “Have you ever been touched here?” I asked her sliding my hand between her legs running my fingers over her cotton panties. The touch was bold but I could tell she liked it by the way her eyes glazed over. She shook her head no. “I never knew how to ask.” My eyes feel to her bare neck that I could easily cover in purple marks. “Well that’s a shame.” I moved my hand back feeling the heat and the little wet spot forming. “I bet you’re sweet.” I whispered looking back up at her. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” She winked. Fucking hell this girl.

I began rubbing circles on her clit, “God I can feel your pussy getting wet.” “Oh my God Calum don’t say that.” She gasped covering my mouth. “That word is degrading.” She whispered. “Well from what I feel down here, it seems as though you like when I say pussy.” I added pressure to my fingers. She moaned at the contact. “What are you doing to me?” She moaned. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” I whispered. To me her body was like a goddess, her hips nice and curvy, her breasts perky and big, and her ass god I can’t get enough of her. I tapped my fingers on her juicy bottom lip, “Suck.” I ordered. Violet gladly took my fingers in her mouth, coating them. She slid her panties down her legs, her wetness glistened. My finger curled inside her. “Do you think I can add another finger?” I cooed taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Please.” She whispered before pressing her mouth to mine almost immediately running her tongue along my bottom lips to ask for entrance. She moaned hotly in my mouth when I pushed a second finger inside her. It was a tight fit, but I made it work. “That feels so good.” She moaned with a shaky breath before I sucked on her bottom lip. I quickly discovered my obsession with her mouth. It was just so tasty and pretty to look at.

“Calum, what are you doing to me?” She moaned. “You’re just about to orgasm babe.” I told her, sucking purple and black marks on her neck. “Oh my god, it feels so good.” Her sweet moans filled my ears. “C’mon girl, you can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” I said. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her beautiful body. Violet’s breath was heavy as she pulled up my shirt. “I’ve always found your tattoos attractive.” She said, tracing the inked skin. Her nails raked down my arms making me groan. She began undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. “You’re gonna have to help me because I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before.” I moaned at the way the words came out of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, “It’s so hard.” She whispered struggling to get the zipper down. After she finally got it down, her warm hand dipped into my boxers firmly gripping my cock. Pre-cum was smeared all over the head. Without me saying a single word she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock licking it off.

“Fuck.” I swore throwing my head back. Her tongue ran down my length taking as much of it as she could. “Teach me.” She said, running her lips to the head of my cock. “You’re doing pretty good without me.” I said. She smirked a little to herself, taking my cock in her mouth again. Her hand came up and began stroking immediately. “Look at me.” I instructed. Her eyes looked up at me. She sucked hard starting to bob her head up and down starting to get the gist of giving head. She hummed around me keeping her tongue on the under side. She continued to suck on the tip and stroke the rest. “Shit Violet.” My hands ran through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum Violet.” I moaned. Her actions sped up, her hands working with what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Such a good girl.” I said. I grab her chin, making her face my eyes.

Her eyes were locked on mine and I pulled her on the bed. “Now what can I do?” She asked, almost oblivious to what just happened. “You know what else you can do? You can come up here and let me feel that beautiful pussy around my cock.” I said, my voice filled with lust. “Good, ‘cause I want you like crazy.” She smiled before kissing me. Violet laid back on her bed, ready. I towered over her, drinking in her body. “You ready baby?” I said, positioning myself in front of her entrance. “Always.” She said. Her hips grinded with mine. “God, Calum.” She moaned. One of her hands held onto the head board as the other held onto my bicep. “Fuck Violet, you feel amazing.” I said picking up my speed. “Shit, whatever you keep hitting, feels really good.” Her mind was going into a frenzy. Her moans sounded like music to my ears. None of her quiet self, it was much more vocal. “Calum, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching slightly as I continued to hit her g-spot. Her nails raked down my back, filling up with euphoria.

“Come on pretty girl, cum for me again. Cum all around my cock,” My words edged her on. “Oh my god, oh my god!” She yelped. “Atta girl.” I moaned, feeling her walls clench around me. The pleasure was too raw. “Fuck,” I moaned pulling out of her. “I didn’t expect that.” She giggled. My hands massaged her breasts, her humming. 

“You’re gonna be my favorite prized possession.”

That’s my Name - Part 3: A Battle is Fought (Jason Todd Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 4272 (This part is a little long, sorry if you don’t like that, but I felt everything included was necessary)
AU: Your soulmate’s name is written somewhere on your skin
A/N: PLEASE READ! This part does contain some parts that get a little heated. There is no actual sex acts, just kissing and the removal of a shirt. If that makes you uncomfortable in any way, I will put a ** before that part starts and again once it’s over. I hope that this does not deter you from enjoying the story! I would honestly rate it PG-13 probably. 
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like fizzled out fireworks

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood
setting: best friends au, summer before oliver’s sixth year
wordcount: 1852
a/n: a foray into one of my favorite au’s for flintwood


They’re stargazing on a clear summer night in the field that separates Marcus’ house from Oliver’s and he rubs his bare heels against the grass, knowing he’ll have stains on the bottom of his feet when they finally part for the night.

It’s late and quiet. He’s got the bridge of Oliver’s nose in his peripheral, and content washes over him. Normally he gets fidgety this late in the summer, the premise of school drawing ever closer a damper on the holiday spirits, but they’d flown and practiced for hours in the evening and it’s quieted his nerves.

When they go back, it’ll be another season of rivalry and biting remarks. But for now, Marcus breathes in the sweet scent of grass and broom polish, relishing how similar it is to their first summer together in little league, and every one after that.

Oliver’s voice breaks the silence. “Look,” he points towards a cluster of stars, “Didn’t we learn about that one in astronomy?”

“Probably,” Marcus rumbles, “S’ probably one of the boring ones, though.”

They’re so close that he can feel Oliver’s chuckle on his left side, but he doesn’t look over.

“What do you consider interesting, huh?”

Marcus pokes his tongue into the corner of his cheek. “I dunno. The stories, you mean?”

“Sure.” Oliver props himself up on one elbow and Marcus steels himself to avoid the warm brown gaze that he’s gotten so used to over the past few months.

He grips a handful of grass and pulls, feels the give of the roots in his palm. “I guess Eridanus is cool.”

Oliver snorts. “With the son trying to drive the sun chariot?”

Marcus can feel Oliver’s gaze on his face. “Yeah, that one.”

“You have weird taste.”

“Sure.”

Oliver lets himself fall back onto his back, shifting restlessly to get comfortable again, and Marcus watches the faint spiraling of the stars. He wonders if he’s imagining the movement, wonders if he’s imagining how Oliver seems to be just the slightest smidgen closer.

Maybe it’s better that they don’t really have the space for this, for these moments, at school. Marcus doesn’t think he could take that much of Oliver in one bout. He’s sure he’d drown too quickly.

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You Are What You Eat // Cisco x Reader

Request: Hi. I love your work and your writing. You’re truly amazing. I’m so happy I found your blog. I was wondering if you could do a fluff with Cisco where him and the reader have had sexual tension for the longest time that even the team sees it except the reader and him and in the end it goes too far where they realize it and can’t take it and they end up revealing their feelings for each other which leads to smut. I would love it! Thank you.

Warnings/Author’s Notes: Aww thank you!! You’re so sweet omg. And okay they don’t really tell each other but HEY I FINALLY FINISHED SOMETHING YALL

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GRAYSON DOLAN X READER

Goodbye

Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.

You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.

“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.

“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.

“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.

Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.

Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”

You giggled and released him, “We-”

“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.

You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist. 

“Sorry E,” you smiled.

Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”

You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.

“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.

You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”

Later

By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place. 

“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down. 

“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.

You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”

“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.

“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”

“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.

You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”

“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.

Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.

The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.

“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.

“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.


“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”

“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”

“Couples?” You laughed out loud.

Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.

You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’

Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.

Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.

“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.

“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.

“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.

Well, that was new.

You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Gray?” you said.

“Mmm?”

“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.

Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.

“Y/N?” he struggled.

“Yeah?” you managed.

“I love you.”

He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.

The next morning

You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.

The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.

“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”

- Ethan

Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.

You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.

You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.

“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.

“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”

“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.

“We miss you too.”

“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.

Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”

You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”

“I don’t have to do sh-”

The line went dead.

Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.

“Y/N,” Grayson started.

You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.

“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”

Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.

He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.

“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as  he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”

“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.

Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”

You shook your head in confusion.

“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.” 

Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.

“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.

“Gray-” you stuttered.

“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.

“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.

“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.

He blinked down at you in shock.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.

“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.

“This.”

You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.

Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.

“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.

“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”

Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.

“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”

Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.

Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“In a way, this is worse.”

“Hm?” you questioned.

“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.

You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.

“Then don’t say goodbye.”

The Nanny Diaries

Warning: Obvious Smut, Language, Masturbation, NSFW GIF

Summary: Bruce has the hots for the nanny. 

Request: “i know this is super problematic but can you do some smut with Bruce about he being hot for the nanny LMAO”

Author’s Note: tell me what you think about this one. enjoy :)


Originally posted by macgorilla

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43. “I am not losing you again!” + ashton? please and thank you <3

of course ashley <3

Ashton didn’t like the flying, but he always found himself focusing on the clouds whenever he had to fly. He’d watch them carefully as he projected his own little movies onto them. Sometimes they were of him and you, sometimes of the band, and sometimes of strange characters of himself that he’s made up. The versions of him that would have taken place if he had taken different paths. If he hadn’t listen to his stepdad about music, if he hadn’t bought those drums when he was eight, if he hadn’t messaged Michael back. His life would be completely different and he enjoyed toying with those lives from time to time. 

But his favorite movies that he watched dance across the clouds were of you. His ever changing schedule on top of your hectic one never brought a calm moment in which the both of you could just relax and enjoy each other’s company. Ashton couldn’t remember the last time he saw your face that wasn’t through a electronic device. Even if he did get one day off between tours and studio time, he could never fly home to see you. You were at work, or school, or somewhere in your life that couldn’t find a spot to fit him in. 

You tried. You and Ashton tried so damn hard to squeeze your lives together, and it had worked for two and a half years. Then the stress got to the best of you. That was the worst part of the movie. It ended with a break that lasted for eight months of heartache and despair. 

Ashton came back though, and things fell into their old motion which restored love for each other. Until the same old became the current once more. You tried to fight it, tried to ignore the truth that was reaching out for you each night he wasn’t there. It was like a vine wrapping itself around your body, pulling you closer to what seemed the only destiny. 

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staying the night | p.c.

a/n : guess who’s back? be prepared. btw poner is 16/17 in this :)) —requested.

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I accept that Pony won’t take the bed, but feel bad about it because I know sleeping on the floor isn’t comfortable.

“Y/N?” I hear him whisper, the only sound to be heard in the dark bedroom. “Are you awake?”

My heart pounds at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, I am. Hey, thanks for letting me stay here tonight, Ponyboy, really.”

It’s like I can hear him shrugging. “It’s not like you knew your friend would get that drunk at the party,” he sort of laughs. “It’s not a problem. You’re, ah, welcome any time.”

“Why aren’t you asleep?” I wonder, adjusting the shirt he gave me to wear. Then, I pull the blankets past my shoulders because they’re so soft.

“No reason,” he tries. It’s so unconvincing and I know he’s hurting, laying on the floor with a few thin blankets. “I’m fine — I’ll get to sleep eventually.”

“Pony, come up here.”

I don’t look at him, and it makes it harder for him to reject my offer.

“C'mon, Pony. I’ll still sleep fine, I promise. How about I kick you out if I don’t?”

I’m praying he’ll accept my offer. The thought of being so close to Ponyboy is electrifying. Being in his bed, sharing the same space.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach and tingles shoot up my body starting at my feet.

He gets up ungracefully, making a lame attempt to fold the blankets on the ground.

Ponyboy tries to be careful sliding under the covers next to me.

“We could sleep in. You know Darry gets up real early for work. He won’t bother us none. And Soda’s got work, too.”

I nod, and wonder if things are supposed to feel so tense when you really like someone.

But it’s dark, quiet, and plain. All I can hear are my racing thoughts and I want to know if it’s the same for Pony.

I want to know if he keeps reliving our time dancing tonight in his mind.

“What is it? I promise you.”

Ponyboy runs a hand through his hair, bites his lip. His foot touches mine under the comforter and we both twitch, he moves his.

“Two-Bit and them’re gonna tell you somethin’ but it ain’t true, okay? W-Well, an exaggerated version of the truth.”

My eyebrows knit. “What is it, Pony? Tell me. You’ve got to tell me — you know I hate when people start like that and don’t continue.”

He lets out a deep, uneasy chuckle and warns me to be quiet. “Two-Bit has it in his head that I’m in love with you, and that I wanna marry you.

So, I figured I’d tell you before he had, um, a chance so you wouldn’t get, ah, scared off or nothing. Or get the wrong idea.”

“Is it all lies?” I blurt before I can stop myself. But I want to know, so I continue. “Like, is what he said based off any truth?”

Pony shifts a little. We’re still facing each other in the big bed. It’s not a huge bed, but it’s bigger than mine. A few inches between our noses. “I kind of really like you.”

“Kind of?” I question, daring to inch closer to him.

He swallows and rolls his eyes at himself. “A lot,” he says with a smile.

I press my lips to his quickly. They connect for a second, and he pulls away.

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” I admit.

He isn’t repulsed, quite the opposite. Ponyboy hovers over me while still remaining next to me, kissing me with a ton of passion.

When I’d dream of us kissing, I’d always picture me taking the lead. Never Pony. But here he is, kissing me like he does this every day. Does he? No way.

I pull Pony’s bottom lip between mine and he flinches, making a noise. He really loves me doing that.

My best friend may have gotten totally drunk tonight, but I can’t say she’s useless. She’s the one who taught me that. Not, like, to me, but — you know what I mean.

Ponyboy draws my attention back to him when he does this amazing thing with his tongue. I don’t mean to be graphic, but the way he makes me feel is just indescribable.

We part as his hands push the loose, thick fabric of the old tee-shirt up around my belly button. A warm hand finds my bare hip under the comforter and he massages it, tracing circles onto the flesh with his thumb.

I stare into his bright eyes as his hand smoothly glides from my bone to my lower back and backside, pushing me flush against his sweatpants.

“Don’t be loud,” he whispers teasingly, a cocky but cute grin gracing his lips.

I run my hand through his hair, pulling on it a little as his hand keeps me pressed against him. He groans and his lips find my neck. I run my hand along his back under his shirt.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this —” he murmurs into my neck. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” I take in a breath.

I hear something, but Pony’s lips connect with mine again and I can’t move — I don’t want to move and, really, nothing else matters.

Until the door opens. And I see Soda and Steve standing there with huge grins illuminated by the hallway light.

leave this blue neighborhood

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philkas au somewhat based off the blue neighborhood trilogy by troye sivan


NOW

Every memory from Philip’s childhood is twined with Lukas. From running through the woods near the house, to swimming in the lake, to pitching tents and spending the night under the stars, Lukas is there for all of it.

They grow up together, always as two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

Philip didn’t realize it had changed until it was blisteringly obvious that it had; when he realized that all he wanted in the world was also the hardest to obtain.

Lukas. He wanted Lukas.

He didn’t mean to make it all change.

THEN

They’re 10. Small and happy and free.

“Slowpoke!” Lukas yells as Philip sprints to catch him. Lukas hit his growth spurt early, and has 6 inches on Philip. His legs are longer, and he’s stronger.

But he lets Philip catch him. He always has.

He feels Philip’s slim fingers close over his wrist, and they both fall. They land on their backs, and Philip still has Lukas’ arm, and they’re laughing so hard Lukas thinks he might cry.

Rocks are digging into his back, and it’s getting cold out, but Philip still has his hand, and he’s laughing, and he can’t remember ever being so happy. He can’t remember ever wanting anything more than this.

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008 / 101 kisses

008; too early 
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xearly morning kisses

it wasn’t his smooth, plush lips that lightly brushed against the nape of your neck that stirred you awake. it was his feather light touches that tickled across your abdomen that had you whining in protest. your eyelids were too heavy to open themselves and you knew that if they did, your shared bedroom would still be darken from the late night hour or at least have a faint cast of twilight peeking through your cream colored curtains.

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OT4 Nonsense pt 4.

YES IT’S BACK! (I am reposting this without the art this is inspired by to make it easier to link to the others later.) This is set about a month or so after where part 3 left off. I might go fill in the gaps later. 

This chapter is based on the following art: http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/155309545851/yo-fangirlmorelikefangay-im-your-mlsecretsanta


“Nino!”

“GAAAHHH!” Nino shrieked, spinning towards his open window to see a distraught looking Chat Noir poking his head in. “Dude! I… Jeez, you cannot just sneak up on me like that!”

The hero hunched his shoulders, his cat ears flattening ashamedly.

“Sorry, I just… I needed to talk and I thought it would be ok…” Chat Noir began in what might have been the most pitiful voice his friend had ever heard from him.

Nino sighed, shaking his head slightly and trying not to laugh at the pathetic picture clinging to his window sill.
“I don’t mind that you are here just, I don’t know, knock or something,” he said, gesturing for him to come into the room.

“Sorry.” Chat said again, his transformation dropping away in a flash of green light to reveal a sheepish and somewhat disheveled looking Adrien. His small black companion immediately darted into the corner of the room where Nino had turned one of his old toys into a kwami den the last time they had stopped by.

Nino got up from his desk chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress next to him in a beckoning gesture.

Adrien wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and curling up into Nino’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist.

Nino began softly carding his hands through Adrien’s hair, knowing that the easiest way to get the severely repressed boy to open up about anything was to simply say nothing and wait.

It didn’t take long.

“Have you ever thought that something was one way, and then found out that you were completely wrong and that everything you thought was true is a lie?” Adrien said, his voice somewhat muffled as he buried his head into the fabric of Nino’s tee-shirt.

“Huh… I donnow. I mean, two weeks ago I was a normal guy with just a normal- well, somewhat normal- girlfriend. Now I find myself in a complex polyamorous relationship with both said semi-normal girlfriend, and my best friend, who apparently I have been unconsciously dating since November- who, by the way, decided for our one week anniversary to tell me that he has secretly been running around saving Paris for the last two years in a skin tight leather cat-suit. Nah, that is a completely foreign feeling. Your own your own my friend.”

“You’re so mean,” Adrien whined, squeezing his arms tighter and shaking his head in irritation. “I am going through a profound and deeply distressing emotional epiphany and all you can do is make fun of me.”

“I am not mean, you are just melodramatic,” Nino teased, eliciting an irritated huff from his boyfriend. “So do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just going to be vague and depressing?”

Adrien stiffened slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he said softly. “I’m just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If it matters to you than it isn’t stupid. And if it matters enough that you are going to come chasing me down, after midnight, less than three hours after I got home from my trip- which you already knew- then clearly you should say something, regardless of how stupid it is. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

Adrien muttered something incomprehensible, burying his face further into the fabric of the tee-shirt.

“What was that? I didn’t catch a word you just said.”

“I said I don’t want to make you mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nino asked, scratching at Adrien’s scalp with his fingertips in the way he knew never failed to relax the boy.

“Because I am an idiot,” Adrien sighed dejectedly, his muscles going limp.

“Did you kill someone?” Nino asked calmly.

“No…” Adrien replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did you suddenly decide to join up with Hawkmoth in his quest to seize the miraculouses in order to achieve… actually what does he want out of all of this?”

“Honestly? No idea. He wasn’t really up front with his motivations. And no.”

“Did you start dating Chloe?”

“God no!”

“Then I can’t think of anything stupid you could have done in the last 48 hours that would make me hate you,” Nino said smiling. “So, what horrible cat-astrophy brought you scampering to my window at one in the morning?”

“Did you just make a cat pun?” Adrien asked, his eyes lighting up and a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like them.”

For the first time since his arrival Adrien seems to calm down and Nino smiled to himself. Score one for the boyfriend.

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Her First Tattoo

| Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, punishment. |

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“Dan.” She said softly as she laid upon her boyfriends chest, as they lay cuddled against each other on the couch.

“Yes, love?” He looked down at her, gently pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Will you give me a tattoo?” She said gliding her thumb across his pale arm, admiring the artwork that permanently embedded his skin.

“Baby I’m not a tattoo artist and I can’t draw for shit, you know that.” He laughed softly, she furrowed her brows and sat up.

“I mean like, one of those pin and poke tattoos, it could be really tiny and stupid, but you have loads of pretty tattoos and I want you to give me one.”

He looked at her, slightly confused, slightly intrigued. She’d sat with him through a lot of his tattoos but she never seemed interested in getting one herself. She always said “you have enough for the both of us” or “I’m scared it’ll hurt.” But now she suddenly wanted a prison tattoo, and he was all for the idea.

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They sat on the hardwood floor, all the materials set out in front of them. Peroxide, bandages, black ink, and sewing needles.

He twisted the cap off of the ink and slid his left hand into a latex glove while she held a bit of ice to the area he’d be permanently inking, her wrist.

“Do you know what you’re gonna do?” She asked softly.

“You mean what I’m gonna tattoo?” She nodded. He smirked, his snakebites shining in the bright lighting of the room. “You’ll see.” He dipped the cleaned needle into the ink, and gently held her arm, sticking the needle in her skin. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, but. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

He continued prodding get skin with the needle, occasionally he’d wipe away blood and ask if she was ok, or she’d whimper in pain.

After a few more pricks with the needle, he was done. “Can I see it now?” She said excitedly.

“Yes, let me clean it up first, close your eyes.” She did, and he wiped off her tattoo with some leftover medication from his last tattoo.

“Oh god, Dan, what did you tattoo on me.” She said. He kissed her nose, and laughed at her. “Don’t worry, I didn’t tattoo a dildo on you. You can look at it now.”

She opened her eyes, and looked down at the very red area of her first tattoo.

It was a heart.

A shaky, slightly messy heart that Dan drew to the best of his artistic abilities.

“Sorry, it’s kinda wobbly-” He started to apologise, but she cut him off with a kiss. “I love it, it’s perfect.” He smirked his signature smirk, the one that always made her smile too.

“You know,” He started, brushing his snakebites against her pink lips. “-the idea of you, wanting a tattoo, really turned me on.” He bit down on her bottom lip, causing her to moan out softly. “And the sounds you’d make when I’d stick the needle in too deep,” He sucked on her bottom lip. “-the little whimpers of pain, they turned me on even more.”

He slid her onto his lap, and spanked her harshly. The blush already forming on her cheeks turned a deep red. Dan kissed down from her lips, to her jawline, stopped to pull off her shirt, kissed down to her neck, and quickly found the spot that made her body quiver.

She gripped onto his shoulders tightly, grasping at the fabric of his black tee. He got the hint and broke from her neck to pull off his shirt, revealing his pale, tattooed skin. A two headed owl on his chest, his favourite Shakespeare quote scrawled in cursive just below his belly button, a realistic skull on his right shoulder leading into his sleeve of various images, on his back, a realistic spinal cord from his hairline to his bum, and various tattoos scattered about his body. She admired every single one of his tattoos, especially the little black rose he got on his left collarbone for her.

She smiled, admiring the small but meaningful tattoo, and Dan saw her, and cupped her chin in his large hand. The smile immediately wiped from her face when she saw the look on Dan’s face.

He looked terrifying, but incredibly attractive at the same time, she could practically smell the lust radiating off of him, and when her eyes got wide with fear, he smirked, and grasped her body roughly in his arms, carrying her to their bedroom and throwing her onto the bed. He crawls onto her small figure and takes her wrists in his left hand, gripping them tightly and pinning them above her head, using his right hand, he grabs a tie that was laying on the bedside table and tied up her wrists.

“Remember the safe word, kitten?” She nods, admiring the knot he’s tying in her restraints. “Yes daddy, it’s vanilla.” He kisses the tie holding her wrists when he’s finished. “Perfect.”

He pops open her pale pink bra in one swift movement, tossing it across the room, and taking one breast in his hand, while he kisses and sucks on the other. Her moaning and writhing underneath him, wanting so desperately to run her fingers through his blood red hair, and to scratch her nails down his back, adding to the list of long scars he has across his shoulder blades, thanks to her.

He kisses down her stomach, and stops once he reaches her belly button, licking his way back up to her lips, kissing her harshly, while sliding off her shorts, and her wiggling her body underneath him to make the process of removal easier. Once they’re off, he throws them into the growing pile of garments on the floor.

Dan runs a hand between her legs, brushing his fingertips across her wet core. “Oh kitten,” He leans down to her ear, speaking into it lustfully, “-your knickers are soaking wet.” He slides his finger up her slit. “Did daddy make you this wet?”

She moans loudly, shaking under his touch. “Yes daddy, fuck, you always make me this wet, touch me more daddy.”

He spanks her harshly, causing her to cry out. “Good little girls don’t use that language. Say it again, like a good girl would.”

“Daddy, you made me this wet, you always make me wet, touch my princess parts more daddy, please.” She whimpers out, a blush prominent on her cheeks, her bum still somewhat stinging.

“Good girl.” He slides his finger up and down her slit a few more times, before pushing her underwear to the side and sliding his index finger into her. Slowly fucking her with his single digit.

“Please fuck me more daddy, I need it, I know I’m being a bad girl and I don’t care if you punish me, I need you to fuck me, I need it daddy, I need you daddy.” She stuttered out between moans of pure bliss.

Dan was too turned on to punish her, he couldn’t get over the little pout of her lip, how she whined when she talked, how she moaned when she said she needed him, how red her face was and how adorable he found it, he just wanted to please her, he wanted to fuck her senseless.

He removed his finger from inside her, and pulled down her underwear quickly. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard, babygirl, you won’t be able to move tomorrow.” He licked up her slit, and put her legs on his shoulders. His cold, metal snakebites adding even more pleasure to go with his lips sucking on her hot core. All the while she came undone under him, on the verge of coming on his lips right then and there.

Suddenly, he removed his lips from her core. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” He fidgeted with his belt, trying to unhook it quickly but failing admissibly. “Let me help, daddy.” She sat up, and with her wrists still restrained, she unhooked his belt, and he slid the belt from the loops on his pants, then pulling his pants off, revealing a large tent in his Calvin Klein boxers.

“Do you know why daddy took off his belt, little one?” He said with a look in his eyes that sent a wave of pleasure through her body, he looked so sexy to her, nothing to cover his modesty except for his black boxers, and the belt held tightly in his left hand, smacking it against his right hand.

“Because I was a bad girl, I’m sorry daddy, please punish me.” She begged him, and she got on all fours, rubbing her pink bum against his crotch, causing him to let out a low, lustful groan.

“Fuck, you want it bad, don’t you little one?” He placed his right hand flat against her shoulder blades, pushing her head into the bed. “Count as I spank you, kitten.”

Smack.

“One.”

Smack.

“Two.”

Smack.

“T-three.”

The sound of leather smacking against bare skin was continued to fill the room, until she was crying and bleeding. Dan had spanked her ten times. Hard.

“I think that’s enough, babygirl,” He threw the belt to the side and pulled her up against his chest by a fistful of her hair. “Stop crying, princess, or I’ll make you suck daddy off, and I won’t let you cum tonight.”

She snivelled, and croaked out. “I’m sorry, daddy, I was really bad and I deserved it, but it hurt, you hurt me daddy.”

Obviously, Dan knew it was part of the act, otherwise she would’ve used the safe word, but it killed him to see her sob so hard, because of something _he_ did to her.

He let go of her hair, and held her against him, wiping away her tears and kissing the corners of her eyes. “Daddy’s very sorry, let me make it up to you, princess.”

He slid out of his boxers, and held [Y/N] against him again, wanting as much physical contact as he could get. He removed her wrist constraints and she placed her hands over his, intertwining them. Slowly, he slid into her from behind, giving her time to adjust before he began thrusting into her.

It wasn’t long before they came together, and she fell limp against him. He kissed her softly, laying her down on the bed, throwing a blanket over her.

He laid down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She wiggled around in his arms and looked up at him.

“Maybe I should’ve gotten a tattoo sooner.”