warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)
prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.
AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title. i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now.
beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.
↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)
GENRE: smut, romance, fluff
WORDS: 10 243
WARNINGS: mature & sexual content, profanity, dirty talk & other filth
It was just another day, and you were going into work as usual, but today you were extremely nervous. You had been cast in the new show “Riverdale” on the CW. You were to play Mercy Hamburg, a sweet cheerleader who has the biggest crush on the boy next door, Archie Andrews. Archie was clueless to Mercy’s love for him since they had been friends all their lives, and he only saw Mercy as that—friends.
You had never been in front of the camera before. You had been a director’s assistant for a couple of years now. It was just recently that you decided to change it up, and start auditioning for parts. When you auditioned for the part in Riverdale, you felt that you killed it. But as the weeks went by and you didn’t get a call, you started to get nervous. After weeks of waiting, your manager called you and gave you the good news that you had landed the role.
You had bonded with the cast and became best friends quickly. Everyone was so funny and comfortable to be around. You especially clicked with Kj. His contagious laugh made bubbles form in your stomach. Your character wasn’t the only one catching feeling for a certain auburn haired boy. You knew how unprofessional it was to have a crush on one of your coworkers, so you pushed all the butterflies aside. You tried not to think about his pink lips and how his muscular arms would feel wrapped around your waist.
It didn’t help that your character was in love with his. Whenever you had to look into his eyes or comfort him, you would get this feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t control. Your cheeks would blush when his character would say something sweet to yours. You just blamed it on your acting, the director even complimented you on how well you played a girl in love with a boy that doesn’t love her back.
Today you were more nervous than you usually were when you had to film with Kj. You had to film a sex scene with him today. Of course, you weren’t going to go all the way, but you did have to make-out heavily and undress each other. Even if you filmed the scene with someone other than Kj, you would still feel anxious. You had never kissed someone you weren’t romantically involved with. You weren’t the type of girl who went out to parties and slept around.
Kj knew this so he sent you a text saying to meet him in his trailer before your call time. So that’s exactly what you did after you arrived at the studio. You walked into his trailer which was unlocked and saw him sitting on the love sac in the corner of the room. You walked in and smiled at him as you sat down on the couch across from him.
“Hey, how are you feeling about our scene today?” Kj inquired as he held eye contact with you.
“To be honest, I’m really nervous. I’ve never kissed anyone on camera before especially someone I met like a month ago.” You confessed while bouncing your foot up and down, a nervous habit you have.
“Come over here and sit by me and we can get to know each other better.” Kj scooted over to make room, but no matter how far he did, you were going to have to basically sit on his lap.
You got up and went over to sit down and your legs entangled with his. He put his hand on your thigh and looked at your lips for just a second before flicking up to your eyes.
“How about we make ourselves more acquainted with each other?” Kj whispered with playfulness laced in his words as he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh.
You giggled and looked down at his hand for a second before looking up at his face while you bit your lip, “How do we suppose we do that?”
“Like this,” Kj stated before he put his hand on your cheek and brought his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss as you kissed back and wrapped your fingers into his hair. The kiss had a sense of urgency to it as Kj’s tongue explored your mouth.
Kj moved his hands to your hips as he guided you to sit on his lap. The butterflies in your stomach had flown away and were replaced with a sense of need. You started to grind your center over his and he let a groan out.
“Fuck, keep doing that.” He grunted as he pressed his fingertips into your hips to guide them to move over his.
You tugged at the bottom of his shirt needing there to be fewer clothes separating the two of you. He pulled off his shirt with one swift movement and threw it to the floor.
You ran your lips over his newly exposed skin, stopping at the base of his neck. You focused all your attention to this spot because when you sucked, Kj let out a loud moan.
Kj stopped you before you left a mark by sliding your shirt over your head and throwing it over to pile on the floor. He hummed in response in seeing your boobs in a black lace bra.
He brought you closer to him and started to kiss down your body while grinding his hips up into your core. You could feel a knot start to form in the pit of your stomach and you moaned out his name.
Kj unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. You sat up and rubbed him over his underwear. He was already starting to get hard so you pressed down a little harder and Kj let out a deep groan, “If you continue this, I’m going to come in my pants.”
You slipped down off the love sac onto your knees in between Kj’s legs and pulled down his underwear. His shaft sprang up and hit his stomach, “Mhm someone is excited,” you said with a smirk as he wriggled underneath your touch.
You took him into your hand and started to swipe up and down. You then took his head into your mouth and paid special attention to it. You flicked your tongue on the backside of his shaft where the bundle of nerves was.
Kj arched his back and took your hair into a make-shift ponytail while letting out a deep moan, “Yes baby girl just like that.”
You started to slide your mouth down, taking more of him into your mouth. He hit the back your throat and you started to gag, but Kj held you down by your hair for a couple of seconds more before lifting you up. You then licked up his shaft and encompassing his head in your mouth again.
Kj sudden pull you up off him and into his lap, “I want to come inside you,” He mumbled as he pulled down your shorts.
He pulled your underwear to the side and lined up himself with you. He went slowly as he filled you up. You let out a loud groan as he stretched you out, and he let you adjust before guiding your hips up and down on top of him.
You started to slowly move back and forth, getting used to his generous size. Your clit was being pressed against his abdomen making your head spin.
He started to moan when you finally adjusted and started to bounce faster. He began to thrust up into your core. You moaned his name with a few profanities as the knot in your stomach tightened.
“Kj, fuck, I’m about to come,” You grunted as he continued thrust relentlessly into your cunt.
“Hold it,” Kj commanded with a deep voice as he pounded into you. You didn’t think you could hold it much longer.
“I can’t, fuck, please let me come,” You begged as you opened your eyes to see Kj staring up at you. This sent him over the edge. You felt his load force its way into you and the ripple effect caused you to also release and break into an overwhelming orgasm.
As Kj’s thrusts slowed down, he let you ride out your orgasm while he stared up in awe at your sweat covered face. He slowly pulled out of you and laid you beside him.
“Do you think you will be comfortable now when we film our scene?” He asked with a smug tone after you had composed your ragged breathing.
“No, because I’m going to be horny the whole time,” You laughed as you turned on your side to face him.
“Well, then that just means we’ll have to meet in my trailer again after.”
“I guess so.” You started to get up and get dressed as you heard a knock at the door. You started to panic, but Kj went to the door and the woman outside said he was needed on set. He quickly dismissed her as he turned around to you.
“Ready to go film?” He asked with a smirk on his face.
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Anon requests:can you please do a part two of “The reader and the
writer”? i’m shook, lost and now stressed over who she really is
The Reader and the Writer is amazingggg! Are u gonna do a part 2?? I
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OK PLEASE WRITE A PART TWO TO THE READER AND THE WRITER IS WAS SO GOOD!
Wtf?!? The reader and the writer is honestly amazing! I love it 😍 2pt maybe? I wanna know what
happens with the reader and Jason
I love love love the reader and the writer, if you aren’t too busy could
you please update it with a second part soon? I can’t bear to be left for days
without knowing what Jughead found 😂 thanks x
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The reader and the writer was amazing and i got too attached. Part 2
please if you don’t mind.
confrontation ensues between the reader and the writer
Word count: 887
A/N: I’m glad you
guys liked the first part so much! Enjoy part 2!
(Y/N) didn’t return to Pop’s. Every night, Jughead sat in his normal booth
typing on his computer, but his eyes constantly flicked up towards the
entrance. His friends noticed his shift
“Jug,” Archie sat across from him, “you gotta snap out of
“Out of what?” Jughead asked monotonously, rolling his
eyes. “I’m fine, Archie.”
“I know you like to sit here and brood all mysteriously,”
Veronica interjected, “but this is sad.
Just call (Y/N).”
“(Y/N)?” he scoffed. “This
isn’t about (Y/N).” When the entire
table sent him disbelieving looks, he sighed and looked out the window. “I already called her.”
“How many times?” Kevin asked with a smirk. Jughead sighed again, refusing to make eye
contact with anyone.
Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all shared a knowing glance. “I know what you guys are thinking and no, it’s
not like that. I’m not some pathetically
smitten person, okay?”
“Okay, Jughead,” Betty said, but rolled her eyes. “If you insist.”
To say (Y/N) felt guilty would be an understatement. From the moment she stomped out of that
diner, regret gnawed at her inside out.
Without the consistency of her nightly stops in Pop’s, she didn’t know
what to do with herself. She spent every
night after school in her room sulking.
Every night, her phone rang, lighting up with Jughead’s name. She was tempted to answer it every night, her
finger hovering over the answer button, but then she turned away and ignored
his call. (Y/N) missed Pop’s: she missed
the delicious foods, the quiet yet comforting atmosphere, and the person who
sat across from her in their usual booth.
One day, Jughead sat with an uneaten burger in front of him,
laptop closed. Today had been an
especially slow day, both in Jughead’s mind and Pop’s. Suddenly, a jingle of the bell signaled that
someone new entered the diner. Jughead
sat up a bit to see who it was. When he
identified the new customer, he perked up immediately. Grabbing a book, he shot up and walked over
to the table where she had just sat down.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, slamming down the book in front of
her, “is an author from the 18th century. She wrote four novels, all of them published
under an alias at first. It was not
until two hundred years later that the true author was discovered. She has been dead for over two hundred years,
and she is most certainly not you.” (Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes.
“What, I can’t have the same name as someone else?” she
fired back, but there was a waver in her voice.
Jughead glared as he sat down across from her.
“You see, I would think that, too,” Jughead responded, his
voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I searched for you online, and I couldn’t
find anything on you. Not one thing.”
“I like to keep my life private. I don’t publish stuff about me online.”
“Yeah, but there’s something about everyone on the world
wide web if you look hard enough,” Jughead explained, his voice accusingly
sharp. “Now I have two theories: one,
you’re a very experienced hacker, and you’ve gone and wiped all information
regarding you off the internet; or two, you’re hiding something, and you’re
using a dead unpopular author’s name to keep your real identity a secret. Personally, I’m choosing the latter,
considering how well-read you are.” (Y/N)
stared at Jughead with sad, wide eyes. “When
were you going to tell me?”
“I wasn’t,” she whispered.
Jughead clenched his jaw and shook his head.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, standing up. He began to walk away when (Y/N) shot up from
“I was born in Riverdale,” she called out to him. Jughead stopped in his tracks and slowly
“I was born in Riverdale,” she repeated slower. Jughead neared the table and sat down across
“So I-,” she started, “I can’t- I can’t just tell you everything.” Jughead rolled his eyes and began to push his
chair out when (Y/N) placed her hand on his, her eyes silently begging him to
stay. “If you care, you’ll trust me.”
“What makes you think I care?” Jughead demanded, and (Y/N)
couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t move his hands out from under hers.
“Because you called?” she offered, causing Jughead to sit up
a little straighter. “You called me
every night, Jug.”
“I was worried,” he muttered, looking away. (Y/N) smiled, patted his hand, and stood up.
“Keep writing, Jughead.
See you around.” Spinning on her
heel, (Y/N) grabbed her copy of The
Picture of Dorian Gray and exited the diner. Jughead’s eyes followed her figure out until
the door closed behind her. Then he
pulled out his laptop and started to furiously type.
“And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of
Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm. The writer becomes the reader, the reader
becomes the read. I found myself hooked
on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix. New girls can never hide in a small town like
Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in
the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.”
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles/Isaac/Reader threesome Words: 3,907 AN: This took me forever to write I’m so mad about it but I hope ya’ll enjoy it. Thanks to @writing-obrien for proofreading and @celestial-writing for helping me with plot, as usual.
It wasn’t a secret that Stiles and Isaac weren’t exactly friends. They tolerated each other because of Scott, for the good of the pack. But Stiles thought Isaac was a snob, and Isaac found Stiles to be highly annoying. The only thing they had in common was their affections for you.
Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.
Genre: smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok
Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play
The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep.
You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.
Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”
You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.
“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.
You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.
Guys I wrote smut! finally. This was an idea that just popped into my head thanks to @mizpahes this is a single one shot, I might make it a series for decade!harry though so let me know what you think!
summary: the one where Harry takes his sweetheart out to a drive in movie
The 1950’s, a decade made for teen rebellion. Of course, no one over the age of 30 would know that though. The movement was as silent and effective as a speakeasy of the 1920’s, it was popular only to those involved. Teenagers went out every weekend on innocent dates, they’d get dropped off at home with a polite kiss on the cheek only to come back a few hours later to sneak into their lovers room, or out, for that matter. America was thriving after the war and so was the Styles family.
Harry had moved to the states with his family after his father got a job offer to work for Cadillac. He was the best car dealer in Manchester and they needed someone like him working for their brand. So, the Styles’ were given their very own Cadillac dealership in the suburbs of New York and became an instant hit. Wealth hit them faster than they could even say the word ‘sold’, and Harry found himself gaining popularity at his High School just as quickly.
A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day round three, it’s a day late, but life happens. Reader is Dean’s 17 year old daughter who has a twin brother named Robby.
Dean x Daughter!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You stood at the counter of the diner trying to decide if you should go back to the booth where your father, uncle, and twin brother sat, or if you’d have a better time alone at the counter. You’d gone up to ask for more napkins to clean up a spill that Robby, your twin had made. However glancing back you saw that they had waved down the waitress who your dad and brother were both flirting with.
With the roll of your eyes you took a seat at the counter; knowing you’d actually enjoy your meal if you weren’t near your father or brother.
You loved them both dearly and at one point your entire family was so close knit that your absence would have been noticed right away. However as you grew older the bond you shared with your twin and father began to disappear and once you started going on hunts with your dad and uncle, it all but vanished.
At first you told yourself that you were overreacting; that your father was just constantly worried about you, but as time went on you saw how close Robby and your dad still were, yet you remained on the outside.
It was something that your dad and brother both seemed oblivious to. Whenever you’d try to involve yourself in what they were doing they would send you away with some excuse as to why you couldn’t participate with them and soon you just stopped asking.
This never seemed to effect them, but it sure effected you.
Your father and Robby might not have seen what they were doing, but your Uncle Sam sure did. At first he tried to stick up for you, pointing out to Dean all the times it seemed that Robby and him would purposefully leave you out. Dean would deny it and after countless arguments with no change Sam stopped trying. Instead he became the figure in your life you so desperately wanted.
Still, there were times that Sam got sucked into whatever fun Robby and your dad were having; leaving you to be the outsider in your family again.
It was a role you learned to accept and gave up hope that it’d change.
it’s three years after jeremy joins the crew and the itch, the dire question that has been burning into his brain is still left unsolved.
it’s only at three in the morning can he catch ryan at his most vulnerable– this much jeremy knows. he’s never talked to ryan at this time– only caught glances and fleeting images of him. cleaning his guns, reading a book, sometimes even writing. he always looked so peaceful that jeremy never dared to disturb him.
but something about that night was special. they were all tired– a risky job had landed michael and jack in the hospital. geoff and gavin were waiting with them– nothing serious, but the entire crew was always paranoid– and jeremy and ryan had been instructed to stay behind. watch over everything.
ryan knew jeremy was up, and jeremy knew this as well. he made sure that he took a few silent trips to the kitchen now and then. ryan’s eyes would flick up briefly before he turned back to his book.
jeremy almost felt guilty– would this be using ryan? catching him when his walls were down and he was strung out? maybe. but that wasn’t going to stop jeremy. he had to know.
so, heart in his throat, he slipped onto one of the couches next to where ryan was sat. he must have looked as suspicious and guilty as he felt, for when ryan’s eyes flickered up they did not find their way back to his book.
silence passed for a few moments. jeremy opened his mouth several times to try to find words. ryan watched for a minute before asking, “yes?”. his words were extremely loud in the silence.
“u-uh…” how to even begin? “i- um– had– have– a question.”
there was a reason jeremy was never part of interrogations.
ryan looked as if he braced himself, finally closing the book with his forefinger in between the pages. he didn’t say anything, but his silence was as good as words. goahead.
“I– um– okay, so,” and just like that, three years of unspoken intrigue came tumbling out his mouth.”i’m sorry, you can not answer this if you want, but– okay, geoff says it’s for your identity and gavin thinks you’re secretly some known famous person and jack– well- listen, i’m sorry, i won’t tell anyone, but what the hell is up with your mask?”
it was extremely rushed and extremely out his place to say anything. you didn’t question the vagabond– you accepted his ways, no matter what. jeremy wasn’t nearly as experienced as ryan was; it was wrong to ask him in a place of judgement, and jeremy knew this as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
for a very fleeting moment, ryan’s eyes were daggers and jeremy was sorry he had said anything at all, especially on a night where no one else was in the house.
but then, for some reason, ryan laughed.
“you’re the only one to ask me that, you know?” he said with a smile, and jeremy felt his entire world flip upside down.
“i– i’m sorry– listen, you– i can just go, and we can pretend like i never–”
“jeremy.” ryan said haltingly. “i’m asleep.”
that put a whole pause in everything. it was such an abstract comment that jeremy had no idea what to say or what to make of it. was this some metaphor? some poetic pit of the vagabond shed to light only at ryan’s weakest hour?
ryan’s smile widened as jeremy stared at him. he shrugged. “geoff hardly has me talk when he’s there. the vagabond just stands in the background and looks menacing.“
jeremy sputtered. “i– what–?– i don’t–”
ryan shrugged. “he likes hearing himself talk. so i just close my eyes. catch a few z’s.”
jeremy blinked rapidly before saying something– okay? oh, alright, okay– and stumbling back to his room. he waited for ryan to spring something on him– no one will believe you if you tell them– but all he did was smirk and go back to his book.
the next job they had, jeremy watched the vagabond closely. when geoff referenced him, the vagabond stood like a statue– cold and unresponsive. to the rest of the world, this was the epitome of a monster. someone ruthless. someone so cold they didn’t need to freeze the silence over with words; they could do it all on their own.
but jeremy knew. jeremy saw how ryan tilted his head back just a bit– to keep the vagabond’s chin jutted forward in dominance– and his hands in his pocket– to hide the blood– and his eyes closed– to plan the murder more clearly.
Pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’) Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding Word Count: 18k Summary:
There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!
A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( … anyway… enjoy part 1!!
I love that Kingsman didn’t force any romantic crap between Eggsy and Roxy, nor did they give Roxy a male target in the seduction test- and she was the one who succeeded in becoming Lancelot. Honestly it’s such an unproblematic movie, which is stunning considering it’s an incredibly violent spy flick.
Request: Hey doll :) I had an idea but I’m not sure if you like it. You’re a recruit for SHIELD and get trained by the Avengers and your Mentor is Bucky. So during the time together you slowly fall in love with each other but you reject him one time cause you don’t want to get in Trouble and leave the Training upset. Later that evening Buck Comes to your room and wants to have a talk with you but he can’t contain himself and you both end up having sex :) then he holds you and asks you to be his ? :) -anon
Warnings: language, smut/unprotected sex (18+), nsfw, some oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 2.9K
A/N: I listened to Africa by Toto on repeat while I wrote this whole fic. I don’t really have an explanation why, but it happened. I really enjoyed this three-day break from my first week of school but now it’s back to classes tomorrow. Anyways, feel free to send in more requests! Hope this is what you were lookin’ for!
A few months ago, Nick Fury had hunted you down in the middle of one of your freelance missions and offered you a position working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Naturally, your first instinct was to laugh in his face. Working for him and the organization meant having to abide by someone else’s rules, which, up until that point, you had always taken whatever missions you wanted, and never had to follow any other rules besides your own. But here you are, three months later, lacing up your shoes to get ready to start your training with the Avengers. Each new recruit - no matter how much experience they’ve had prior to joining S.H.I.E.L.D. - is required to go through the training, and are assigned mentors. You haven’t been told who your mentor will be yet, but honestly, you just wanted to get this over with.
You sigh and push up from the bench in the locker room, and saunter down the hallway leading to the training room as you threw your hair up into a quick, tight ponytail. Pushing through the door, you’re greeted by a bright, natural light streaming in through the skylights of the training room, and spot Fury standing near the main entrance.
“Y/N, glad you could join us,” Fury’s sarcastic voice rings out through the air as you jog up to them. You immediately recognize the other man towering behind him as James Buchanan Barnes - the Winter Soldier. Like everyone else on Earth, you were very well aware of who Bucky is - or, more accurately, was. He was strikingly gorgeous. His thick, soft locks of hair were pulled back into a bun, and the scruff on his face made his jawline look even sharper than usual. The tight black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest looked like it could rip if he breathed too deeply, and it was paired with slouching sweatpants and black tennis shoes. The smooth metal of his left arm glistened in the light. You were convinced you had never seen a man more beautiful than him, and you tried your best to brush away the steamy thoughts surfacing in your mind.
Someone’s YA Dystopian Future novel is going to feature one character being a natural leader and then revealing:
“I was at the Fyre Festival in 2017.”
The whole camp went quiet, with the exception of Daran, who swore softly. Chelsea looked like she was about to cry; Pete laughed softly with disbelief. “You were at the Fyre Festival?”
Craig nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving the flames in front of him. “One of the first ones in. One of the last ones out.”
Susan furrowed her brow, trying to piece the words together. Would it be inappropriate to ask him? Was it a religious thing? A massacre?
“What’s a Fire Festival?” The question slipped from her lips before she could help it, and suddenly all eyes were on her–all except Craig’s. The fire still flickered inside them.
“There was just one. The Fyre Festival, with a ‘y’. They thought it was clever.” He sighed, stroked his beard, and shifted a little before continuing. “It was supposed to be a simple weekend in the Bahamas. Me and a bunch of other rich kids packed our clothes, gathered our things, and took a plane down south. Everything was going smoothly…but when we hit the first landing strip, that’s when we started to realize that something had gone awry. Instead of seeing a private beach in front of us, we saw a crowded tourist trap. We were promised private jets, fancy boats, the full VIP experience…” His eyes flicked up to her, and though his mouth curved up in a smile, the eyes did not share in it. “But none of that was anywhere to be seen. We thought it would be fine, all we had to do was get our things, make sure they were together, and they’d lead us to the hotel, but…it was already growing dark, and that’s when the luggage arrived. Unloaded from one of those giant storage containers, the big ones, like you see on the docks. Just tossed out to the crowd, one after another. No conveyer belts, no lockers, no express deliveries to the rooms…and it was when I finally got my bag, with a dented crease along the side, like it had been resting under someone’s golf clubs, that I realized: everything had gone wrong.
“Anyway, I’m standing there with this bag, and it occurs to me how hungry I am, so I start looking for the restaurant. I was young, and foolish…fortunately, Gabe was young and foolish, too, so we both headed off to find the restaurant, thinking it would be there.”
His smile widened, showing those teeth again. “There was no restaurant. They fed us sandwiches–small, flat, flimsy sandwiches, with that bread you see on a gas station shelf, and some meat they said was ham. A single wilted piece of lettuce and a piece of rubbery cheese were the condiments, if you could call them that…Gabe said he saw someone with a ketchup packet. I didn’t believe him. Served in a white styrofoam box.
“Anyway, this would be regal fare to us today, but back then, to us, it might as well have been cow dung. I saw three people vomiting their food right back out; the girl next to me saw the same thing, and she became number four. I don’t know how many of us managed to actually choke our way through the meal, or how many of us actually made it back to go onto the plane, but I do know this: there were two thousand of us left in that village when the last boat left the island. Two thousand of us left to fend for ourselves.
“When the sun rose the next day, we were one thousand nine hundred and ninety four. Four of us were missing; two were dead. It was then that I realized that this was going to be a live-or-die situation. I chose to live.”
I would continue with this but it is late and I needed sleep an hour ago.
Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!
Warnings: Smut & Language
Word Count: 3k
“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.
“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”
Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.
“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.
ORthe one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.
“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.
“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.
Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.
“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.
“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”
How To Win A Boy: Fumbling Punk Edition | Dan Howell, local punk, and his friends need a new cafe to hang out in, now that Dan has ruined starbucks for them (don’t ask). So they try out the new family business that just opened up a few days ago… and somehow Dan falls in love with the Pastel Goth kid behind the counter who just so happens to be his waiter. Why Phil seems to think disgusting smoothies are going to win Dan over, no one knows, but… well, they do. | Phan | Teen and Up | PastelxPunk | 8,359 Words
Thanks to @botanistlester for the title, and the fic inspiration, not to mention listening to me talk about this fic for the last 3 hours of writing. I apologize for any typos, but screw proofreading, I really want to post already.