god i need to start working

It’s really interesting to me that what is arguably Lance’s greatest strength is also his biggest source of insecurity. 

Like, this boy is so adaptable. You can throw him into space, into a war, into a new lion, and he’ll essentially shrug his shoulders and slot himself into place. What makes the kid a powerhouse is that you can put him in any circumstance and he’ll find out where he fits and pretty much be able to hold his own there. He can integrate himself into basically any group dynamic (see: rebel mermaids, Hunk + Lance + BoM, and Team Voltron after Shiro). What Lance brings to the table is an ability to do what’s needed, to fill roles that need filling, and to mesh with anyone. 

But, for someone who values standing out, that would be seen as a negative trait. Lance wants to carve out his own place in the group– it’s why he’s so attached to the idea of being the “sharpshooter” (though, that does appear to be a niche of his!!). To him, it seems like everyone else around him has this “thing” that makes them special and unique– and, since he doesn’t (or, at least, he thinks other people don’t think he does) he feels sort of average and unskilled by comparison. 

The creators have said before that Lance’s character is about “providing what’s needed at the time” and like. Exactly. His “thing” is that he can essentially take on any “thing” you need him to and do it at least decently. That’s what makes him unique, and I can’t wait to see him realize it.

anonymous asked:

Kat,,,,,,,keith Cries,,,,,,,,,fanon keith is dead,,,hes,,,,,emotiONAL,,,

Dude. Dude, I know. Here’s some great stuff about Keith that fandom can no longer deny:

  • when asked to describe himself he first comes up blank
  • no mentions of his talents whatsoever?? he’s not arrogant
  • in fact he has no trouble admitting that he’s bad at something
  • keeps saying that he pilots the black lion but refuses to say that he’s the black paladin
  • he thinks that being part Galra might be why he has always been bad at connecting with people 
  • automatically plays around with his knife when the Galra part gets mentioned
  • THE STUPID CHEER FROM S1 IS STILL ON HIS MIND
  • is very straightforward and wants to avoid complicated stuff as much as possible
  • apologized twice for blowing up; he’s self-conscious about his temper
  • [voice crack] “I don’t know why I’m that way”
  • is aware of his abandonment issues
  • is also aware that he puts some walls up
  • tries to compose himself by rubbing his fingers together
  • knows when he is about to cry and promised himself not to do it ((in front of the camera/a potential audience at least))

HE’S. SO GREAT. SO SO GREAT. He’s much more self-aware than fandom gives him credit for. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ;A;

*pounds fist on table* ok i need to talk about the god-tier klance moments in s3e03 “the hunted” because damn there’s a couple scenes that are so powerful and important and i just….holy shit. buckle up, y’all.

this episode is fucking great for a lot of reasons, but one of my favorite parts of it is how much it shows the development of keith & lance’s relationship: especially 1) how good lance has become at grounding keith & helping him control his reckless impulses, and 2) how keith feels like he can be open and honest with lance about his fears/insecurities––which is a big fucking deal because we’ve almost never seen him do this. 

the first scene that really struck me is this part where keith is leading the team after lotor and it’s just….a big mess. he’s not thinking about keeping the team together. allura’s falling behind and he’s not paying any attention. he’s not considering that this might be a trap. all he can think about is diving in headfirst without considering the consequences.

and then this happens:

uhhhh….oh my god??

look, we know how keith gets. we know how hot-headed and stubborn he can be. i mean listen, we’re talking about this kid who literally tried to fight zarkon by himself.

and yet…..even in the middle of this intense chase, lance gets through to him. he brings keith down from that battle-rage and makes him see reason. and he does it in a way that’s straightforward and brutally honest (“you’re endangering the team and you can’t do this”) which i think is exactly why it works. that’s the kind of direction keith needs, and tbh out of everyone on the team it makes the most sense that it comes from lance.

i’m just

me: hey can i get a fucking uhhhhh lance being keith’s impulse control
dreamworks: *gives me this*
me: *kicking down the door* HOLY FUCK MOM

and look i was already sobbing over this one small part but then we get THIS….THIS SCENE….

oh boy oh wow where do i stART?!

god damn this scene is beautiful––visually, thematically, it’s just …. so powerful and significant.

first of all i need to freak out a little over the way the scene is set up and how wonderful the symbolism is. 

it starts with keith literally in the shadows, and then slowly emerging and drifting up towards lance with their lions facing each other. lance & red are above keith & black which is really interesting.

as we all know, keith is the leader right now. and yet, both literally and figuratively, he’s not positioning himself higher than lance––in fact, he’s doing the very opposite. and his lion doesn’t have her head lowered in shame either; the lions are directly looking each other in the eyes (which i feel like is pretty damn rare??) and that’s very meaningful. everything about the visual setup of the scene just screams openness, honesty, vulnerability. 

(side note: also wow @ that red and blue background, amiright)

and then we have everything that keith says. and boy….there’s so much to unpack here:

- he admits it was his fault and he led everyone into a trap
- he also admits that everyone warned him (lance warned him) and he wasn’t listening
- and because of that he put everyone else in danger

and man i gotta give huge props to steven yeun here because his voice acting in this scene….jeez it broke my heart. keith says all this so quietly, his voice is literally shaking. shit, he sounds close to tears. this is possibly the closest we’ve ever seen keith to totally breaking down and it’s just…..it hurts so much and it’s so important.

it really hits you in this moment that keith is a kid. he’s a teenager!! he didn’t want to lead the team & he doesn’t know how to do it. he can’t do it by himself. he doesn’t say any of that explicitly here but it’s 100% clear that that’s exactly what he’s saying.

and he says this to lance of all people. lance, his supposed “rival”! you would think lance would be the last person he’d want to turn to for reassurance or to blatantly admit “wow i fucked up real bad.” and yet….here we are. it’s moments like these that really prove that under the surface, these two don’t hate each other in the least. they like each other. they respect each other. they rely on each other!! (*whispers* space ranger partners….) 

and lance’s response only proves my point even more. he could easily have said “i told you so” or otherwise berated keith for his mistake. but he doesn’t! his answer is:

- yes, you messed up.
- but we’re going to fix it. we. i can’t stress that enough! he doesn’t say “you messed up and now you have to do something about it.” he doesn’t say “you messed up and now i’m going to take over and do something about it.” he’s essentially saying “yeah you made a mistake but that’s in the past….and now we’re going to take care of it together.” 

and that’s?? so great?? because keith more or less admitted that he was feeling this huge burden weigh down on him, and lance––in his own subtle way––lifted that weight off keith’s shoulders. he’s reassuring keith that he’s not alone in this. *wipes tears from my eyes*

and if all that wasn’t enough, keith immediately saying “you’re right” makes it all the more significant. he’s openly admitting once again that he fucked up, but he’s also agreeing with lance’s statement that they can still turn things around and fix his mistake as a team. which is…..wow. 

tl;dr - everything about this pair of scenes just proves how keith & lance work so well together and need each other. it shows how important it is for them to be open and honest with each other, and demonstrates how they both have that capability. 

and i’m gonna scream about it for a hundred years. 

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~* Lotor’s Groovy Castle Ghost Adventure *~

first / DONE!

Wasn’t expecting to actually finish my 13 page project on time, honestly, since I didn’t draw at all last week. Ended up busting these last two out yesterday and part of this morning fairly quick (that’s why you should always have an outline, kids).

Thanks for reading and have a fun and safe Halloween! :D

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?

This is embarrassing.

Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun. 

Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done. 

She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that. 

Ugh.

No she can’t.

She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door. 

It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again. 

And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.

He is going to kill her

“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news. 

“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”

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Hades hates Danny. All souls go to the underworld (aka the Ghost Zone) eventually and become part of his domain. But not Danny. He straddles the two worlds like Persephone (side note: holy shit halfa!Persephone can you imagine?), eternally just out of Hades’s control.

So Hades takes matters into his own hands. Every now and then, a portal to the Ghost Zone will appear next to Danny and Hades will try to lure/drag him in. It’s gotten to the point where Danny just carries around a broom and hits Hades with it whenever he tries to start shit.

Mr. Lancer’s class is confused the first time Danny brings a broom to class, but they’re absolutely dumbfounded when he hits the god of the underworld with it and says “shoo.”

Unheard Confessions

Originally posted by juggie3


Anon request: Hello! I was hoping you could do a Jughead imagine where him and the reader are pre-relationship and the reader confesses their love almost every day but Jug is too caught up in his writing to notice? (Bonus if the other parts of the CoreFour are involved). Thanks!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Everyday (Y/N) confesses her feelings for Jughead but they’re never heard

Warnings: one swear word

Word count: 1,201

A/N: ahh everyone thank you so much for all the kind responses to my first imagine!! hope you enjoy!


We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s: him feverishly writing his story and me staring at him as smitten as can be.

“Jughead?” I asked, glancing at the raven-haired boy sitting across from me.

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes remaining glued to the laptop screen.

“I just… I wanted to,” I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in.  “I know we’ve been friends for a while and that’s great, I love being your friend, but sometimes I just think that… I don’t know, sometimes I want to be more.”  He remained quiet, so I continued, “And if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship.”  I let out a big sigh and looked up at Jughead.  He was still staring at his laptop.  “Jughead!” I exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?” he asked. My eyes widened.

“Did you not hear anything I just said?” I inquired.  Jughead’s eyebrows rose and he bit his lip, breaking eye contact with me.

“I’m sorry, I was just really invested in my story,” he apologized.  I sighed and shrugged, standing up.

“It’s fine, Jug, it wasn’t anything important,” I assured him, grabbing my bag.  “I’m gonna head home, I have to work on my homework.” He nodded and waved as I turned around and exited Pop’s.  “Oh god,” I muttered under my breath as I walked home, rubbing my temples.


Two days later, I found myself in the same position: Jughead furiously typing and me preparing to confess my feelings.

“Jughead, I need to talk to you,” I said, more demandingly than last time.  Jughead looked up from his laptop and nodded.

“Go ahead,” he said, then looked back down at his screen.

“I-” Before I could start, Betty approached our table.

“Hey guys!” she greeted.  I smiled, whereas Jughead kept his head down.  “Could I sit here with you guys?”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” I replied, scooching over so she could sit next to me.  She smiled gratefully as she slid into the booth.

“Thanks, (Y/N).  So what were you guys talking about before I interrupted?”  I bit my lip.  Betty knew about my big crush on Jughead, all of our friends knew.  I glanced at her and she nodded, understanding what I was trying to do.  “Do you want me to leave?” she whispered.  I shook my head.

“No, no, you can stay. Please, actually, I need the moral support.”  She nodded and sat back in the booth.  I sucked in a deep breath and started over, “So, Jughead, as I was trying to say before, we’ve been friends for so long.  But I like you.  I’ve liked you for a while, and I even tried to tell you a few days ago but you didn’t hear me.  I just needed to tell you, and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine.  Just, please, I want to at least stay friends with you no matter what.”  Betty looked at me with a proud smile, subtly sending me a thumbs up.  Smiling back at her, I turned to face Jughead.

“Jughead?” Betty asked, glancing between me and him.  “Did you just hear what (Y/N) said?”

“Huh?” Jughead breathed, looking between me and Betty.  “Betty, when’d you join us?”  Betty and I exchanged a shocked glance, our eyes wide and mouths agape.  “What?”

“I’ve been here for five minutes,” Betty said, her voice sharp.  “Did you not hear anything (Y/N) or I said?”

“Oh,” Jughead sighed. “I did it again.  I’m sorry, (Y/N).  What were you trying to say?”

Betty started, “She was trying to tell you that she-”

“Has cheerleading practice tomorrow,” I interrupted Betty.  “I have cheerleading practice tomorrow, and it’s gonna go pretty late, so I can’t meet you here tomorrow.”  Betty cast me a disapproving glare, but softened when I looked at her sadly. Jughead, although usually clever and observant, did not notice this exchange.

“Okay,” he said, “that’s fine.  You’ll still meet me here on Saturday though, right?”  I bit my lip, contemplating making up an excuse.  Quickly, I looked to Betty for approval.  She subtly nodded.

“Yeah of course,” I agreed cheerily.  “Saturday.” Jughead smiled and nodded.  I stood up and Betty followed suit, and we both exited the diner.  Once we got outside, Betty stopped and turned to look at me.

“What was that?” she whisper-yelled.  

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “It happened on Tuesday, too.  He never seems to hear me.”

“But you’re gonna try again, though,” she said.  “Right?”

“I- I don’t know,” I sighed, and began walking.  Betty followed suit.  “I guess I’ll try again, but I don’t know, maybe it’s not meant to be.”

“Not meant to be?” Betty repeated.  “(Y/N), you and Jughead are, as Kevin likes to say, endgame!”  I laughed at the terminology and shrugged, unable to think of a reply.  “Please try, at least one more time.”

I assured her, “I’ll try.”


Two weeks later, I stood at my locker with Veronica and Betty.  Angrily, I slammed my locker closed and then leaned up against it.

“It’s pointless!” I groaned, lightly banging my head against the locker.  “For two weeks I’ve tried, two whole weeks!  Every day, I go into Pop’s and tell myself, ‘This is the day.’ Then I sit with him, build up the courage, and I tell him.  And every day, he doesn’t hear me.  Every fucking day!”  Veronica and Betty both shook their heads.

“I can’t believe him,” Veronica seethed.  “That’s ridiculous, he has to have heard you at least once.  He’s not deaf.”  Betty nodded in agreement.

“Just try talking to him without his laptop,” Betty suggested.  “Make sure that he has no distractions, just you and him.”  

“Thank you,” I smiled. “I’ll definitely do that tonight at Pop’s.”

“Why do it tonight,” Veronica drawled, looking past me, “when you can do it now?”  I turned around to see Jughead down the hallway.

“Oh no,” I whined.  “Not now, not here.”

Ignoring my objections, Veronica called out, “Jughead!”  He looked at us and nodded, walking over to where we stood.

“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the lockers next to me.

“Hi,” I smiled, twiddling with my fingers.  Betty and Veronica exchanged smirks and edged away from us, still remaining within earshot. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and-”

“I know,” Jughead interrupted me.  “And I never hear you.  I know, I’m sorry.”  I nodded, licking my lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay, I just feel like I should tell you now, while I know I have your attention.” Jughead laughed lightly.  “I… I like you, Jughead.  More than friends.”  Jughead’s eyes widened and I stopped.  Every time he remained quiet at Pop’s I kept going, but now I stopped, not knowing how to continue.

“You like me?” he asked. “And you’ve been trying to tell me for two weeks?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.  He rubbed his face.

“Jesus,” he sighed.  “I’m an ass.”

“No, you’re not,” I told him.  “I just- if you don’t feel the same way it’s fine, but please don’t let this ruin our friendship.  I couldn’t live with myself if-”

“(Y/N),” he interrupted again, “I like you, too.”

Surprise!

Summary: The reader wakes up to surprising news about her and Jensen.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

A/N: I got a random idea so here’s a random drabble.


“Y/N L/N! Get your ass up!”

A high pitched shrill invades your dream world as incessant curse words begin littering the air. A blinding light appears and it makes you bury your head deep under the warm covers. The muffled growling noises you hear become much clearer once your sheets are abruptly yanked off. 

“Y/N!” Your best friend huffs. “Don’t make me chuck water onto your head!”

“What the fuck, Steph.” You moan lowly, snatching your pillow away when she tries to steal it from you. “You psychopath.“ 

"I’m so mad at you right now. How come you didn’t tell me, woman?!” The bratty behavior continues as she stomps her high heeled boot into your hardwood floor.

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It’s mildly weird for me when people I don’t know send me messages like “but what does your husband think about what you do?”

Or to paraphrase more accurately the last five judgey messages I just scrolled past in my inbox, “Oh, you’re married…what does your husband think of what you do? I don’t imagine he’d be okay with it.”

Like, listen, if you think my husband, the person I opted to spend the rest of my life with till death us do part and even then only maybe if I do the ritual right, isn’t aware of who and what I am and the things that I do for fun and profit…then I’m sorry your marriage sucks. But don’t you take that out on me.

And it’s not like I’m imagining it either because the moment I say he’s fine with it, the tone goes from wary judgement to outright sneering contempt about how we clearly don’t take the sanctity of marriage seriously if i can “get away” with what I do and it’s like, I’m not the one lying to my partner/living in fear of his judgement??? Like ????? How am I the one in the unhealthy relationship here? And do you need help getting out, cause honestly I’m here if you need it.

Like I know a lot of romance readers started following me a while back and some of them have specific Tastes for their fiction but honestly miss me with that heteronormative bullshit and your toxic ideas about love and what constitutes a marriage. And excuse you for having the audacity to even think you’re in a place to comment on my relationship.

And for the record, ETD is not just fine with my work. He’s god dam proud of me. And I’m proud of me too.

So kindly, and with all due respect, get fucked.

‘partners in crime’ sentence starters

Send one to see how my muse reacts. 

Trigger Warnings: violence, death, criminal activity

  • “I can’t believe we stole a car.”
  • “My ID guy can get us in.”
  • “Remember – trust no one.”
  • “You owe everything you’ve got to me. Never forget that.”
  • “You and me, we’re partners, right?”
  • “Did you get the money?”
  • “Cops are coming to pick me up for questioning. My bet is, you’re next.”
  • “We better lay low for awhile.”
  • “Just act natural.”
  • “The cops will probably talk to us. Play it cool, and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I think we’ll be okay. They can’t prove anything.”
  • “No matter what they threaten to do to me, don’t tell them anything.”
  • “Let me take the fall. You’ve worked too hard to go to jail now.”
  • “I’d NEVER rat you out! The cops were just trying to get under your skin.”
  • “What do you think? You trust them?”
  • “I remember when you still had rules. When you still had limits.”
  • “This isn’t just about money.”
  • “I won’t survive jail!”
  • “One day we’ll be rich, and we won’t have to do this anymore.”
  • “It will be so nice to be in a country where we can’t get thrown in jail at any moment.”
  • “I think every person in America would like to see us dead.”
  • “No. No! We are NOT going to jail now! We’ve worked too hard!”
  • “Shut up and keep digging.”
  • “We need money, stat. You got a gun?”
  • “God, could you get them to stop screaming?”
  • “Shoot me. It’ll make them trust you.”
  • “Okay, last resort – we kill him and dump the body, then get the fuck out of Dodge.”
  • “We can’t hide forever. Our faces are on every news network in America.”
  • “We split the profits, 50/50. What do you say?”
  • “Where have you been?! I was worried the cops got to you!”
  • “You clean up the blood, I’ll start burning the body.”
  • “There’s no escaping this, you know. We’re in too deep.”
  • “Tell them the whole thing was my idea.”
  • “Make no mistake – we’re partners, but I’m in charge. Not you.”
  • “What we need are entirely new identities.”
  • “I don’t become involved with my partners. It over-complicates things.”
  • “Don’t you think we’re a bit old for this Bonnie and Clyde business?”
  • “I don’t trust any of them. Just you.”
  • “God, what’s happened to us?”
  • “Retirement? Yeah, we’re probably not gonna live long enough for that to be an issue.”
  • “Keep your head down. Last thing we need is to get recognized.”
  • “I’ll cover for you.”
  • “Run. I’ll catch up.”
  • “Jesus Christ, we’re like a bad murder ballad.”
  • “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you. You and I are partners – until the end.”

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

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Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

~

Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

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Again with this

Very early on in the yearly 5e campaign after a side quest where one player’s character got four boyfriends (a young elvish bard guy with several very high rolls), the other players followed suit in trying to make relationships with NPCs and it was established that pretty much every NPC in-universe is bi or pan for the sake of convenience when rolling to flirt. This had the unintentional consequence of making *literally every character in the campaign non-straight*. After the entire campaign was over several players were on a one-off mission and the following exchange occurred. The session was nearly over as we’d just found the person we were sent to look for.

Simon: So the girl is able to walk and stuff?
DM: No, she’s too weak.
Alex: I cast cure wounds on her.
DM: Yeah, she—literally any amount of HP gets her walking, no need to roll.
Simon: Okay, so we… take her back home, the barkeep was her dad right? This was the daughter?
DM: Yeah, they look a lot alike. She also tells you so when you ask.
[a few minutes later]
Simon: I wanna roll to flirt with her.
DM: Yeah there it is. That—I was waiting all mission for this one. The DC is high dude, just warning you.
Simon: Cmon dice… *nat 19*
DM: That’ll do it! Alrighty then!
Alex: Wait, dude, did—did you just make the first straight character in this universe?
DM: …Oh my god I did.
Alex: *joking* We needed the diversity, really, the believability was suffering.
DM: Finally! First one ever!
Simon: I’m a girl.
Alex: …wait—
Simon: I’m using my elf lady, remember?
[Pause, then laughter]
Alex: NEVERMIND!
DM: So close, and yet so far!
Simon: WE’VE GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN, FOLKS.
DM: I tried, I really did. I—I tried to make that evil wizard and his son straight, but nah, never works. Always ends up like this. You guys started this.
Alex: Every time.

  • Me, this morning: I'm glad we won't get any new dan and phil content today. We all need a break. Everything has been so good lately, and I'm sure they're also tired from having to work on videos constantly. This is good for everyone.
  • Me, two hours later: Wow, I really miss dan and phil. How long has it been since they last uploaded? They should start daily vlogging. I miss fresh content. God, it's been so long since I've seen their faces. Hope they're doing alright.

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”


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“You’re Giving Up On Us?”

A/N: hi, everyone! sorry i haven’t uploaded in a while. school has been keeping me more than busy lately! 

warnings: this is angsty (i think) ??

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word count: 2,474

Originally posted by 2tiedships2

Y/N knew what she was getting into when she first started dating Harry. She knew that his job would often take him away from her, whether it was because he had to go on tour or due to late hours at the studio. She could take that. I mean, both Y/N and Harry were doing a pretty good job so far. A long distance-relationship wasn’t going to fail them, now. Right?

Harry had been on tour with the boys countless times before and it never really got in their way. But all because they compromised. 

Compromise.

Had it depended on the occurrence in which both of them would sacrifice bits and bits of their days now, Y/N would’ve forgotten what the word means long ago.

At late hours like these, in the dead of night, when she’s lying wide awake in bed, are the best timing for her thoughts to creep in, and as much as she doesn’t want them roaming around her head, they already settled a home up in there.

She reminisces the times when they’d both stay awake longer than usual — or wake up earlier than supposed to — just so they could talk and see each other as much as possible through video-calls. She reminisces the times when she hadn’t a worry in the world about where their relationship was leading to. She reminisces the times when it still felt like he was putting effort into communicating and contacting her while he was away, just as much as she was. But most importantly, she reminisces the times when she still felt like he was there with her, no matter how far he actually was.

But now that Y/N looks back at how it used to be and where they are now, she can’t help but feel as though someone just ripped her heart open and out of her chest.

The frequent and recurrent calls and texts here and there during her day began to become scarce when compared to the early days in their relationship. Texts that were always replied to, once he had the chance to write back a quick response, turned into hers always being the last sent and with the ‘Read’ tag underneath. What once was a continual exchange of ‘i love you’s barely happened anymore. Perhaps because they forgot or simply didn’t have the time to do so.

And eventually, he almost completely stopped trying to reach out to her. And when he did, it’d often be just a text telling her how busy he was and how he wouldn’t be able to talk to her later on in the day. He was tired. And so was she. For different reasons, of course. Clearly, he wasn’t aware of how much this whole situation was taking a toll on her.

However, it wasn’t as severe as it sounds. It’s not as if he completely forgot about her existence. He loved her too. He really did. But the pressure and hard-work mixed together wasn’t exactly the best combination, sometimes — specially at times like these. Harry knew this wasn’t an excuse because as much as people claim to be too busy or too tired for something — or someone —, they can always make time for them if the effort is really there. He’d talk to her whenever he found the chance to but, somehow, it just wasn’t enough.

For instance, she never cared about how tired she felt. As much as she needed to practically hibernate due to all the pressure and stress her work was putting her through, she’d always wait up for him to call her, just so they could see each other’s faces and share even if just a few words. She waited. She was trying. And as much as she wished to admit Harry was trying too, the only response she got from him were simple and very direct texts explaining how he wouldn’t be able to FaceTime her tonight.

Y/N missed him. And she couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had given up on them. For what other reasons would he practically stop trying altogether?

Harry had been on tour for almost a year now and she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.

Y/N loved him. She really did. But how was she supposed to carry on with their relationship if the effort he once put into it was long gone? Sure, they’d still Skype each other occasionally, but the distance —both physical and emotional— was too much for her.

Video-calls that used to last around 2 hours — all because the two of them wished to cherish as much as they could whenever they had the chance to see the other — turned into 15-minute chats. Comfortable silences that was once part of their relationship turned into nerve-wrecking silences for her — the thoughts and ways of how she’d break the silence were all her mind surrounded with. And with vague words exchanged here and there, they’d quickly end the call and retreat themselves back to bed.

Y/N was never one to demand the presence and affection of her boyfriend every living minute of their day, but she needed something back from him. She couldn’t be the only one trying and willing to make things work. She just wanted to feel him close whenever she had the chance.

The tension between the two of them was undeniable. And as much as Y/N tried to understand what had changed so abruptly, she couldn’t find any answers. They had just become… distant. It’s not as if they had been arguing or fighting lately, or having silly disagreements. It wasn’t any of that. And she wasn’t sure what it was, but the fact that things just suddenly and unexpectedly changed without a proper reason or cause, made this situation even sadder for her.

For some odd reason, the freedom she once felt to share everything with him was now almost non-existent. Y/N knew she could but she didn’t know how to. And that’s how she figured he felt too. Harry eventually caught up onto her change of demeanour towards him and even though he was apprehensive to ask her if she was okay, he still did, gladly. (Un)fortunately — he really couldn’t tell —, she always replied with the same words, telling him that ‘yeah, just stressed with work s’all’, or ‘I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?’, and brush it off with a small laugh. They never sounded honest for him though, and he never pressed on those answers because if something was wrong, she’d let him now… Right?

Harry didn’t want it to be true but he thought that he knew the answer to the ‘why wouldn’t I be okay?’ Y/N always pulled on him. He was well aware that they were distant and even awkward around each other at this point and he absolutely hated it. Harry knew she was not okay and he had a feeling that it was partly his fault. But he couldn’t know if she didn’t talk to him. Was he supposed to just brush it off or second-guess each time she said it?

It was bound to happen that her walls would cave down on her eventually—she just hoped it would have taken longer than this.

“Hello, love”, Harry greeted as soon as she answered his Skype call. She looked exhausted.

“Hey”, Y/N returned simply, not making direct eye-contact with him.

“Everything okay? You okay, love?”, he tentatively asked her, hoping for a real answer this time.

“’course I am. Why wouldn’t I b-”, she was immediately cut off.

“Love-”, he sighed. “Y/N… C’mon, talk to me. What’s in your mind? You don’t seem okay”. Harry was hopeful she’d give him something this time. After all, hope was all he had left.

“Harry- I don’-”, she let out a huff. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“But you know it’s not healthy to bottle up emotions, love. I’m here for you, you know that, don’t you?”

“No. Harry. I don't”, Y/N snapped.

“What? I’m always here for you-”

“Now, is that true, Harry?!”, she cut him off. She couldn’t keep her facade up for much longer. “You barely call or text me anymore! And I get to see you, what?! Once a week through a computer screen?! You don’t even put effort into us anymore! How would I be okay knowing you’re giving up on this relationship?! Tell me!”, Y/N was agitated to the extreme right now; her voice was loud and her cheeks were flushing up a bit—something that happened when she felt uneasy. She just wanted him to understand her side of the story. He might’ve been oblivious to it but she needed him to understand.

“Hey, hey, hey, now! Don’ put all the blame on me! You know damn well that I’m tired too! Sorry if I can’t exactly be right there at this moment to kiss your feet, princess! You know how my job works!”, Harry shot back. He might’ve felt bad and guilty when she started talking but after she accused him of such things, he wasn’t going to have it.

“You’re not denying it. God, I’m so stupid…”. Having a bad thought is something, but having someone somewhat confirm it goes to a whole new level. Harry wasn’t denying it. He was, indeed, giving up on them. Y/N’s mind was racing as she received what she thought was her reality-check.

“Y/N…”, he was strangely calm this time. Something was definitely up.

“Oh, so now you’ve got something to say?!”, she spat at him once again and if he was just previously coming down to his senses again, he wasn’t anymore. Her attitude was getting straight to his nerves.

“You know what? Just go straight to the point, yeah? I know what you’re doing here. Might as well just rush things up, no? I got better things to do…”

“Wow, Harry. Wow, really?! You don’t think that discussing this relationship is important?”, Y/N incredulously asked him, not waiting for a response.

“I didn’t say tha-”

“Well, you didn’t have to. I might just do you a favor and rush things up for you, yeah?!”, she huffed, mocking his previous words. “I can’t do this with you anymore. Clearly, you don’t give a shit about this so I might as well just end it, yeah?”. Y/N’s voice was slightly shaky but she managed to cover it up with a cough. She wasn’t sure if she had exploded way too suddenly and quickly in the course of their conversation but this was the least of her problems right now. She was literally breaking up with him.

“So you’re breaking up with me?!”. It was Harry’s turn to be stunned now. “You said I was the one giving up on us, but look at you now! Are we really not worth the fight for you?!”

“Oh, don’t put this all on me, Harry! You know damn right you gave up on us long ago! I’m just doing us both a favor ending this vicious cycle we’re in!” Y/N yelled, following with a sniffle and a sudden change in the room. It was quiet. None of them dared to say anything else at this moment. She had tears pricking at her eyes, begging to run free across her cheeks — but she wasn’t going to allow them. At least not now.

Vicious cycle? Is that really what you think this is- is that really what you thing we are? This could be nothing but a rough patch for all we know and you’re literally just throwing it all away?!”, Harry couldn’t believe the words he just came in contact with. How dare she say that?

“You know what?! I’m done arguing. Goodbye, Harry. I hope you have a great life!”

And just like that, Y/N ended the call and as much as Harry tried to be fast enough to stop her, his screen went blank and she was gone.

Right after she shut her laptop close, she broke into sobs. Did she make the right choice? Was there any chance left for them?

It wasn’t exactly an easy breakup — if you could even call it that. Y/N was aware of the words exchanged just now but she didn’t really feel as though as they were broken up. I mean, it’s Harry we’re talking about here. They’ve been together for the past two years and their relationship literally ended through a video-call.

It just didn’t seem… real. None of them got any closure. She literally shut the argument close, leaving both herself and Harry as confused as they could be.

Y/N knew what she was bound to do the next few days: grieve their relationship. Saying she was happy throughout their journey together was at least minimizing it all down to one word. There was no way she could describe what their love and connection felt like.

Both of them said things they didn’t mean. But was it worth going back on her words and apolozing? The pain that was unintentionally inflicted on her due to the distance and lack of contact with Harry was enough to bring her mind right back to where it was, in the first place. But, isn’t small contact better than none?

She was so stunned by the episode that just occurred that she didn’t even think about how Harry was feeling right now. Was he happy? Relieved that they were done? Sad? Shaken up?

And that’s how her next few days were spent: with her battling against her mind to give her some peace and with questions practically swimming around her mind — questions to which she had no intentions to finding the answers to.

Whenever, Y/N finds herself in hard situations, like a breakup, for example, she likes to be alone. She simply felt utterly lost and helpless — even though there was nothing simple about these two emotions.

She had to face the fact that she was now on her own and figure out a way to overcome Harry and hers breakup. Y/N had never loved someone as much as she did him and moving on would be complicated and perhaps even challenging. Might as well try to start now already, no?

Her trace of thought was immediately interrupted by a loud knock at her door, making Y/N huff in annoyance and get up from her lying position on the couch.

As she was making her way to the door, the person she missed most spoke on the other side of it, making her halt every movement she had — including her breathing.

“Y/N, love, please open up?”

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Masterlist

Wildest Moments | 5

 “Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.”

pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: smut, angst
wordcount: 5.4k

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warnings: mentions of infidelity


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Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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bitesizedwizard  asked:

BTS's reaction to you (their crush) borrowing a piece of clothing (i.e. Jungkook's flannel or one of Yoongi's sweaters) because you were cold. (IMAGINE SWEATER PAWS)

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Jin:

All he wanted to do was eat and the easiest way to get food to him during a hard day of practice was if you brought him something. Willing to do anything for him you slipped out of bed, grabbed the first sweatshirt you could find and headed to his favorite take out place to pick up his usual order. When you arrived outside the closed practice door he’d do a double take, smiling to himself as you stood there texting him you were there in his favorite piece of comfy clothing. He’d open the door and kiss your cheek before letting you step in to the room. He’d catch the back of the sweatshirt to make you stop and when you turned around he’d wrap his arms around your neck. ‘I think I’m going to eat and see if I can go home. You look to sweet in my clothes to not spend the rest of the day with you.’

Yoongi:

He’d have just woken up, the two of you had an exciting night to say the least and he was exhausted. The smell of breakfast was what woke him up and with you not being beside him that could only mean one thing. He sat up and threw some pants on before reaching for the crewneck sweater he had thrown to the floor the night before but it wasn’t there. Not thinking to much about it he’d stand and make his way out of the room, the cold air that was seeping through the walls from the rainy day outside making him shiver. He’d make his way into the kitchen to see the sweater handing perfectly around your body. ‘Im cold, why did you take that.’ He’d say, smiling to himself as he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his head so he could rest it against your neck. ‘Im making you breakfast and thats the first thing you say to me?’ You said smiling as you flipped the eggs over. ‘I take it back.’ He’d say running his hands over the soft material before giving your neck a sweet kiss and removing himself so he could go find a shirt.

Namjoon:

He had a long day and all he wanted was to come come to you. He made you promise to try and wait up for him just so the two of you could go to bed together so when he walked through the front door and called your name while taking off his shoes he was surprised to hear your tired voice calling back to him. He walked into the living room to see you curled up on the couch with a pillow pressed to your chest as you watched what ever late night tv was on. He’d bend over and kiss your temple before you sat up, and when you did his eyes would brighten just slightly. ‘Is that mine?” He said smiling with a finger pointed towards the large sweater you had thrown on. ‘Mmm? Oh yeah, It was on the chair so I just put it on.’ you said stretching slightly. He wouldnt say anything, just smile and pull you in, knowing if he spoke his mind the two of you wouldn’t be going to bed any time soon.

Hoseok:

You had asked him to bring you cough medicine; allergy season was getting to you and you felt like crap. He’d show up to your home with everything necessary and a little more just to make you feel better. When he walked in you would already be walking out of your room to meet him. ‘Hobi, Im allergic to pollen and you brought flowers?’ You laughed, but all he could focus on was his long sleeve shirt on your body. ‘Is that mine?’ He’d ask putting the bags of things down. ‘Yeah you left it here last time you spent the night.’ You said nonchalantly already pulling things out of the bag. ‘Ah.’ was the only thing he’d say before helping you, a smile on his face as his mind raced with reasons why you actually wanted to wear it.

Jimin:

You stealing his clothes was just an every day activity. He always found you wearing his t-shirts and styling them to fit your everyday style and it was his favorite. It was when he met up with you for a quick meal between practice did you wearing his clothes actually melt his heart. You had showed up with messy hair, obviously you had just woken up, and a pair of black leggings and his most worn sweatshirt, to which you kept pulling the sleeve up over your hand and pressing it to your face. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile as you did this and when you asked him why he was he’d just smile wider. ‘I think its cute you’re in my hoodie.’ ‘Feels like your hugging me.’ you’d say with a blush before he reached across the table to stroke your cheek gently.

Taehyung:

Always being so busy he rarely got to spend nights with you, so spending nights with him were really the only option. You had gone over early, Jungkook had carelessly left the burner on and everyone was freaking out that he would burn the dorms down. You decided to stay and clean up a bit, they were boys after all. You spend all after noon scrubbing and dusting that by the time 7 rolled around and you had set plans to cook a big dinner for them you were exhausted. Stripping of your cleaning product smelling shirt you pulled one of Tae’s button ups on and laid on his bed for what you wanted to only be two seconds. It wasn’t until the boys walked in an hour later did you wake up to their excitement of seeing the house clean. Tae would walk into the room to see you sleepily propped up on your elbows, dropped in one of his shirts. ‘What a good way to come home.’ He’d blush before moving over to you. ‘Wait Ill make dinner.’ You said, still half asleep. ‘No need,’ He’d start crawling over you. ‘Nice shirt.’ He’d say making you look down and smile. And then, cuddles.

Jungkook:

Him coming to see you would be a surprise. He often did things like that since he felt like he was always away from you. This time was no different. At home finishing up some work you’d be startled by the sound of your door opening. You had no idea who it could have been so you quickly stood and peaked around the corner. ‘Jungkook I swear to god! You scared the crap out of me!’ You’d say pulling him into a tight hug. ‘Im sorry, we got off early.’ He’d saw wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When he pulled out of the hug he noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts and a smile would break to his lips. ‘Is this mine?’ He’d ask, even though he already knew the answer.’ ‘I missed you and it smells like you… sorry.’ you said starting to take it off. ‘No, leave it. You’re so cute.’ He’d say before kissing you gently and pulling you in for another hug.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Wonho (sir) and JB (daddy) threesome. You wanted to have a new sexual experience so a lot of new kinks come into play. Any link you want. Please?

Exposure: 

“We are gathered here today..” You started once again groaning and biting on your bottom lip as you turned, pacing the floor once again. The soft brown carpet rubbing against your toes as you walked a few little steps to the right and then turned again to pace the same distance to the left, your breath becoming short as your stomach tied in knots.

“Y/N I swear to God if you start off any other sentence with a phrase like that I’m leaving.” Jaebum barked angrily.

“No!” You shouted looking forward at him and your other best friend Wonho pouting because you wanted this to work. You needed it to work.

“Then tell us what’s on your mind, please? You’ve been pacing back and forth for almost an hour starting off the same sentence with different setups only to stop again and Jaebum is right, it’s a bit worrying and annoying.” Wonho gently scratched the side of his head pouting up at you because he hated to make you mad or to see you seem so distressed. You clicked your tongue matching his pout as you watched them both, your arms crossing under your breast, pushing your breast up a bit and squeezing them together. You weren’t always the smartest when it came to people hitting on you but you knew in your heart they had both just looked at your breast and it made you nervous as fuck. Walking forward with slow steps you stood a few feet from them before you cleared your throat nodding.

“Hear ye, hear ye-“

“That’s it I’m leaving!” Jaebum groaned standing up he grabbed at his leather jacket from the couch turning his back on you. You balled your hands up in fist frowning as he got his things ready. You felt your stomach sink, but you knew you were a scaredy cat anyway. Looking down you decided maybe it was best if he left because you didn’t know if you had the heart to tell them what’s on your mind. “Why can’t you just fucking talk to me?!” Jaebum said angrily facing the wall. “I thought we were best friends.” He stated again walking towards the door, Wonho following behind him causing your face to get red from frustration and embarrassment.

“How do you.. Tell your guys friends you want a threesome with them without making it awkward? Especially when you practically are close enough to use the word brother but you fantasize so much about them you can’t say that word..” You mumbled softly shutting your eyes partway because you didn’t expect them to hear you over all the rustling of them putting on their shoes next to your door. But it appears they did hear you because Jaebum was staring at you with his mouth open, shutting the door slowly he took a few steps towards you.

‘What.. Did you say y/n?” He asked softly, noticing how tight and rigid your body was. Your fist balled up and your skin turning a shade deeper than a red rose. He felt a bit guilty for getting so mad at you. Seeing you shake your head side to side he smirked to himself slipping off his shoes and taking back off his leather jacket to reveal just his white T-shirt. He walked towards you his hand under your chin as he backed you up quickly against a wall causing you to gasp and look up at him. “I asked you a question. Are you going to answer.. Kitten?” He asked softly letting his thumb stroke your jaw slowly. His warm touch enough to make you tremble against the wall. His thumb played with your bottom lip until he was pushing it down a bit causing you to open your mouth. Your eyes were glued to him the entire time, feeling his body press hard against yours. And if you weren’t against the wall you probably would have fell.

“I want you.. I want you both.” You stated again chewing on your lip but he was quick to tug it down and groan at you. Pressing his forward against yours, his hands gripped at your side roughly, one of his legs sliding between yours. He wanted answers, his eyes burned with so much but the want was there and you could feel the hardening of his pants.

“Don’t fuck with me right now Y/n. I want you to tell me exactly what you want and I want you to say it right now. Or I’m leaving.” Jaebum had wanted you, he had confessed to Wonho many nights while he was drunk and sober the things he would do to you. How he would touch you and make you beg. Wonho was no different he wanted to be inside of you as well. It had been many nights that they caught you masturbating when they stayed over. The vibration of your toys was too much and it always got them curious and too hard for their own good. But you were the youngest of the two and they didn’t want to force you to do anything, they wanted it to be your decision. Now here you were unable to tell them that it was them who made your panties wet with just one look. Both of them standing there with dark gazes, hair slicked back revealing their handsome faces and you would give it all to ride them. Whimpering to snap out of your thoughts you looked off to the side towards the giant black clock that hung up on the opening of your wall before the kitchen.

“Jaebum.. I’m not kidding. For months now, I have thought about you and Wonho. Sex is fun and all but its become dull for me, and it’s been awhile since I’ve touched anyone or let them touch me. And I see you two come around with tank tops or sweats or anything tight and I get needy and I ruin my panties. I want to be treated like a slut. A dirty little kitten who wants and needs her daddies to take care of her.” You were dying on the inside but it was now or never you had to convince them because if you didn’t you knew they would shrug it off and tell you to wait. “I’m not that experienced I know. But, I brought a lot of toys.. And rope. And I want you to fuck me.. Both of you.” You looked back up at Jaebum who was speechless and almost drooling. You couldn’t read the look on his face but it didn’t take long for your unanswered prayers to be opened because Jaebum was pulling back with a smirk looking at Wonho.

“What do you say Hoseok? Is it time that we got out our own fantasies on this little kitten since we have all felt some sexual want?” He asked and your heart skipped a beat muttering a faint ‘what’ because you couldn’t believe they talked about these things together.

“I wouldn’t want anything more than to see her cute little toys and pound that pussy from behind until it’s talking to me.” Hoseok purred licking over his bottom lip as he leaned against the door his arms were crossed like yours had been earlier revealing his taught muscles.

“Then it’s settled. Princess think of a safe word.” Jaebum started.

“Saggy balls.” You replied causing both males to grimace and look at you.

“Why saggy balls?” Hoseok asked choking on his spit.

“Well.. I have thought about this a lot. And I have watched a few things so I know that saggy balls does not turn me on saying it, it just sounds gross and wet and-“Jaebum put his hand over your mouth giving you a pure look of not wanting you to continue.

“Spare us princess or it’ll take longer for us to get back hard.” He groaned nodding before smirking. “You’ve thought about this a lot and I’m proud. Let’s go, shall we? I’m ready to touch you.”

Jaebum grabbed your hand pulling you behind him and down the hallway towards you room. Your body followed behind him, and Hoseok followed behind the both of you, his eyes looking down at your ass and he couldn’t help but walk closer to you his hand reaching out to touch your ass cheeks that were peeking out from under the shorts, you gasped and looked back at him biting on your bottom lip giving him that innocent look that drove him mad and he could feel himself ready to pounce on you, so bad that a guttural growl left his lips as you all entered into your room. You let Jaebum’s hand go walking towards your closet to find the pink bag stash of toys you had, blushing softly you squirmed not wanting to come out.

“Fucking tease.” Hoseok hissed and Jaebum patted his head smirking. “That’s why as a daddy you get to punish her now don’t you? And maybe tease her back. Yah! Y/N if you take any longer I’ll come in there and drag you out myself!” Jaebum barked and it caused your skin to chill, almost running out of the closet you smiled sheepishly at them holding up the bag.

“Good girl.. Now strip for us. And make sure that you don’t go too fast.” Jaebum backed up pressing the bag on the bed waiting for you.

Nodding your hands gripped at the hems of your shirt, you put on your best pouty lips and innocent gaze that wasn’t hard to obtain after weeks of practice so that you could get what you want. But within that innocent gaze you couldn’t help but turn it a bit seductive because they knew you were a sexual minx when you wanted to be. Your hands pulled up your shirt slowly and you threw it behind you, revealing your smooth skin and wild hair that was starting to get fucked up. Your hands moved up to unclip the back of your bra and you took it off slowly letting it fall. Hands gripping at your plump breast you played with him, letting your fingers flick against your nipples setting off Hoseok. He strode towards you yanking your hands down before he got in your face looking at you.

“Who allowed you to touch yourself huh? Huh?” He asked reaching one hand around to slap your ass cheeks, gasps and moans sliding from your lips as your heart thudded against your chest and you shook your head.

“N-no one. I’m sorry daddy.” You pouted pressing your hands on his chest as he slapped your ass cheeks again causing them to sound off. He smirked nodding he moved behind you looking over at Jaebum breathing against your ear he whispered.

“Continue. And if you touch yourself, well you don’t get to cum.” He whispered licking the shell of your ear slowly.

You nodded your head letting your hands move to your shorts, unsnapping the button you undid them, your hand sliding them down, Hoseok pushed at your back making you bend over for him, he moaned seeing the black lace hug your ass, the little bow above your crack making his dick jump in the confines of his boxers. He pulled your panties harshly to pull your body back against him, grinding his hips against your ass, he elicited moans from both of your lips, his hooded eyes staring down at you as he rasped out. “Jaebum.. Come get her.” He was afraid it would end too fast if he kept touching you. Jaebum had the more restraint surprisingly as he pulled you close to his body. He got down on his knees after you stood up, spreading your legs wide he kissed along your v-line looking up at you as his hands pulled down your panties slowly and off of you. He stood up going towards the bed, he opened the pink bag again having inspected it.

“She chose well Hoseok. But I think someone helped her.” He teased you pulling out a lavender collar that had rhinestones on it. He walked up to you pulling you forward with his finger under your chin he pressed his lips against yours, moaning against your lips he gave you a full-on kiss. His hands worked to wrap the collar around your neck, fastening the strap at the back of your head. Jaebum licked across your bottom lip as the kiss continued to get heated, but he pulled back to look at you nodding. “I think, we will definitely be getting you more of these.” He promised as he moved back only to grab at a leash that you picked out, it was black sleek and simple. He pushed it through the clear loop pulling you to him, he kissed you more walking until he was backing up against the bed. He pushed you down gently on it smiling crookedly at you he tilted his head. “Against the headboard kitten.” You followed suit moving to lay with your back against the headboard and you loved seeing that they were pleased by the things you were doing.

Jaebum moved to grab the rope, going to stand with his feet by the bed, he moved to push you on your stomach tying your arms around your back by your elbows and down making sure it was sturdy before he lifted you to rest against the headboard again groaning at the sheer arousal seeping through his bones. He moved to grab at some more beige rope, tying them around your parted legs, he kept your thigs spread wide with the bottom of your thighs pressing against your calf muscles. He looked down at you, his finger inching forward and he was playing like he was about to touch your pussy only to pull away with a sly smirk on his lips. “Not yet.” He moved to lay on the bed, on his stomach, his hands caressing under your ass cheeks gently. Licking his lips, he watched your whole clench and unclench, your needy state coming out quickly but he loved it. Leaning down he licked against your ass hole slowly. Around the rim, tasting you for the first time ever. His wet tongue pressing against you lewdly until he felt he had teased enough, that was Hoseok’s job. Jaebum pushed his thick tongue into you slowly stretching you out, his eyes basking in the sight before him, your mouth hanging open and flustered state as you watched him tongue fuck your ass. You were so tight and he could only imagine what it would be like to fuck you with his dick. How you would grip on him, maybe moan a bit too louder. A shudder raked through his body and he continued to let his tongue wiggle in and out of you slowly dipping deep until he felt he had coated you with his tongue enough. He pulled back reaching in the back to grab at a clear butt plug that had the ends shaped like a heart with a blue gem in the middle of it. Licking on it slowly he watched you as his tongue lathered up the toy in spit, he pulled it from his plump lips only to push it inside of your tight ring of muscle, his lips finding yours once again to distract from the pain he knew you would. He pushed until the plug was settled inside of you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. He let his tongue flick and play with yours until he was sucking on your tongue rolling it around his and pulling it into his mouth. Your little whimpers for him made Hoseok stare in awe, of course he was slightly jealous and he wanted attention but he wouldn’t be greedy because well he enjoyed a good show.

Soon Jaebum was pulling back, staring down at you he moved off the bed smiling and tilting his head to the side, eyes roaming over to Hoseok who had off his shirt, revealing his defined abs and hardened bulge that was resting tightly confined in his pants. “She’s all yours.” Jaebum nodded moving to sit in a chair at your desk taking off his own shirt and pants swiftly not wanting to miss a moment of this.

“It seems the little teasing kitten is all bound up. Nowhere to run and hide. Well good for you, your daddy is here and he is going to pet this pretty little pussy until you’re all worked up. But don’t worry beautiful, I’ll pet you too.” He winked climbing between your legs, leaving your breath to escape your body as you watched him. He lifted his hands, which roamed your body ever so slowly. Eyes dancing on your face, Hoseok let his hands move everywhere, against your collarbones up and down your neck until he was pressing them against the valley of your breast and down in between and against your stomach. He got worse, letting his hands move against your breast but pulling back before he got to your nipples, his hands going to caress the insides of your thighs ever so close to your pussy only so that he could drag them away with his nails against your skin. Hoseok kept up this little teasing game and it was driving you mad. Your legs tightening up though you couldn’t go anywhere, your perky taught nipples were so hard that it hurt. You were whining frustrated with want every time that he was touching your body. It got worse when he added his mouth, pressing wet lewd kisses against your skin but avoiding your breast and pussy all together. “Aww, seems the pretty kitty is mad.” He cooed feigning sorry as he looked up at you letting his tongue flick against your bruised-up collarbone.

“Not my fault daddy doesn’t know how to handle this kitty.” You spat back at him not thinking straight just wanting to piss him off. Immediately your hair was being jerked back as Hoseok sucked harshly at your neck against your spot, nipping against it occasionally turning you into a screaming mess your eyes shut as you groaned wishing you could touch him.

“Now that wasn’t very nice.” He tsked at you, letting his tongue flick against your skin before he pulled back, causing your head to throb but it only made you wetter. “And look, you’re ruining your sheets when I haven’t even touched you yet.” He shook his head chuckling rummaging through your pink bag next to him, he took out a white vibrator smirking at he turned it on letting the head spin. He moved the toy forward until it was pressing on your soaked-out clit earning a high-pitched cry of pleasure from your lips as your body arched off the bed as much as it could. The high vibrations were pressing against your clit, pulling the wetness from your pussy. He smirked keeping it in place and you couldn’t hold his eye contact you had to look away to Jaebum, and if that wasn’t bad enough you could see him with his hard dick in hand stroking himself and lightly panting, a thin film of sweat covering his body as he moved his hand and bucked his hips up. His smothering eyes told you everything that you needed to know. Your eyes drift shut, your toes curled and you weren’t good at hiding that you were close to your orgasm because Hoseok caught on and moved the toy from your pussy earning louder protest cries from you as you opened your eyes. He growled slapping your pussy harshly with his left palm, how needy and submissive you looked was just too much for him. Pulling his hand back he spread your pussy lips open with two hands watching as your pussy clenched and unclenched along with your tight asshole that had the plug sucked deep into it. “Such greedy little holes this fucking pussy has. It seems your previous affairs couldn’t get the job done. If only I could help.” Hoseok whined pressing the toy back against your clit with his fingers from his free hand keeping your lips spread apart so that you could feel it better. Your hips jerked harshly, your mouth open as you took swallows of air, gulping and watching him. “If you cum, I’m going to punish you.” Hoseok warned as if what he was doing wasn’t punishment enough. He watched you feeling himself getting harder, it was hurting at this point and he wanted nothing more to do then to fuck you senseless.

“I can’t hold it.” You whimpered to him, your hands balling up into fist as tears started to brim your eyes. Your stomach tightened, and your breathing was becoming too fast for you to get enough breaths to let out your words.

“You know what I want.” Hoseok said sternly, his face drawing closer until his lips were inching from yours eyes baring into yours causing you to shut them. “Open them, open your eyes right now and tell me what I want.” Hoseok demanded. His voice barked orders and he moved the toy up and down your clit quickly causing your pussy to drip more, the vibrations were tearing you apart. Opening your eyes up you looked up at him moaning his name, trying to say what you needed without too many moans or it wouldn’t come out right.

“Hoseok ah~ Hose-daddy. Daddy please.” You started biting on your lip. “Daddy please, I’m so fucking wet and needy. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you, to upset you I just wanted you to touch me more- I can’t hold it daddy! Please fuck please!” You shouted out and he gave you a smile the little relief you felt in your heart quickly died out when he took the toy away and shut it off licking it clean. But he didn’t finish you off he only reached a hand down after a few seconds to slap against your clit, and that one hit had you cumming and crying out against the headboard. Disbelief swam through you and how easy it was for him to touch you and turn you into a mess.

“Daddy forgives you. If you keep behaving like a good girl daddy promises he will make you cum. Now you have to get Jaebum off with your mouth, and if you do good I’ll fuck this little pretty pussy until your headboard is screaming as loud as you are. Would you like that?” Hoseok asked letting his fingers slide up and down your soaked slit before he was pushing his first two inside of you causing you to release more gasping noises and you gave a nod of your head. “Use your words kitten.” Hoseok cooed softly leaning down to flick his tongue against your slit. Your mouth dropped open, nodding your head, you felt your pussy clench around his fingers, wanting more than anything to feel him hard and pressed deep inside of you, wanting to feel the sheer force of his hips slamming against yours.

“Y-yes daddy. Yes daddy I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. “You gave your word pouting as Hoseok pulled back to lick his lips and his fingers.

“My meal is so sweet. I must remember that when I just need a taste of something.” Hoseok winked as he pulled back from your body. Jaebum made his way over to you, his hard shaft throbbing as he watched Hoseok move you to brace on your knees. Your body was a mess, and he loved every bit of how the male teased you. He had been so on edge but he wanted to fuck your mouth first, he couldn’t cum without you getting him off in some form first. He played through your soft locks with his large hands, soon he was opening your mouth up, using his dick and he pushed it past your plump lips. Watching as your eyes stare up at him, how you took him into your mouth.

“Who would’ve ever known you looked so fucking sexy with my dick in your mouth kitten. Do you want daddy’s milk?” He teased cheekily wiggling his eyebrows. Biting on his bottom lip he grabbed at your hair with one hand the other moving down to slap at your plump ass cheeks watching them bounce as your hips bucked forward. He let you control the pace at first, seeing as how you were enjoying it. And you were enjoying it, your mouth had watered as you looked at his size along. You knew that he would stretch you out, that it would burn to have his tip pressing against your throat. He was thick and his veins your tongue loved to play with, tracing up and down every inch of flesh that you could fit in your mouth. The corners of your mouth started to bead up with your saliva but you didn’t care because his moans and groans as he petted your head was enough to make you want to do anything. You had been so caught up in him, you didn’t hear the rustling of clothes as Hoseok undressed. He aligned his tip with the opening of your pussy and he pushed in slowly gasping as your pussy took him in. You choked back a moan around Jaebum’s shaft and he snapped his hips harshly against your face causing you to gag lightly and look up at him.

“I think I’ve found my new favorite sound. Kitten gagging on my dick like the fucking little slut she is. Do you like being filled up with our dicks hmm? Do you like the fact that both of your holes are filled? And guess what?” Jaebum added as he tilted his head stopping his movement so that Hoseok could bury himself to the hilt inside of your tight pussy. Your vice like grip had him shaking and ready to cum all ready but he had to hold it. “Both of your holes will have white in them.” Jaebum winked and you let out a muffled cry in response squeezing around Hoseok who couldn’t help but snap his hips forward harshly. Fucking you from behind was his greatest pleasure, you were so wet it was easy to slide in. Pussy making squelching noises as he pounded into you. His hands first gripping at your hips to lift your ass more since you couldn’t move. He was loving how it jiggled and bounced against his hips one hand moving down to slap the plump cheeks until he was sure his hand print was going to be on your ass for a while.

Your whole body was on fire, your pussy continued to release wetness for Hoseok, his ass slapping had made you a whimpering mess, and with Jaebum face fucking you all that you could do was stay in the position you were put in and take it. Your hands balled up from the pleasure, the feeling of the large dick inside of your pussy molding against your insides pulling and pushing in and out of your pussy with everything. Hoseok was making it hard for you to focus on flicking your tongue up and down the underside of Jaebum’s dick. He watched you through hooded eyes, your own lust filled eyes dropping some as the spit ran down your parted jaws. Hoseok was letting his speed get erratic but before he came he pulled back to let himself rest. Jaebum felt himself getting back towards his peek, but he didn’t want to cum without you so pulling away he let you catch some breath as both males switched positions.

Hoseok wasted no time, sliding his dick back into your mouth and you took it moaning his name as you watched him. He was almost where Jaebum was when it came to girth and length so taking him down your throat was a task as well. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his dick and you lapped eagerly at his slit until he was squirming, the overstimulation causing him to push himself deeper into your mouth. You worked your tongue on Hoseok, letting your mouth hollow as you sucked harshly against his shaft. Your nose touching the base of his dick every time he slid deeper into your mouth. Because he was so close to cumming while he was fucking your pussy, it didn’t take long for Hoseok to be spilling his warm seed into your mouth. You grimaced slightly, not liking nor hating the taste but you sucked at him, cleaning him off and swallowing around him. He pulled from your lips slowly watching as his half-erected dick slipped from your wet swollen lips.

“My turn.” Jaebum called out, picking you up by your waist Jaebum pressed his back against the headboard letting your back rest against his chest. He lifted your hips aligning you with his dick that was standing proud and tall. He used his hips to circle slightly at your opening smirking because he could feel your wetness drip onto him and that caused him to shudder and guide you down onto his dick. He stretched you out, and your head rolled back as you took him in, once you were sure he was shoved inside your loosening pussy, you squeezed around him winding your hips to ride him without letting him pull back. You could hear the heavy breathing from the male under you as he held you up, your feet on his knees with your bound legs still spread wide. Hoseok watched the scene in front of him and he crawled between the both of your parted legs to latch his lips onto your breast finally.

Jaebum started to slide you down onto his dick slowly but he made sure that you were taking all of him each time that he thrust his hips up inside of you. He kept the pace for a bit, hearing the sucking noises that Hoseok was making with your breast he didn’t want to fuck you too hard until he felt like you were ready.

“Do you like that baby? Do you like feeling daddy’s dick all buried inside of this tight needy pussy. You clench around me like you’ve needed this dick. You should’ve told me. I’m always happy to tear down walls.” Jaebum mumbled against your ear kissing it. He pulled out of you only to snap his hips up against yours earning a loud cry. Smirking he kept this up, even pausing your hips to keep you from moving (to resist the little movement you had anyway) and he fucked you harder. Your whole body was being pleasured and you could feel that your orgasm was going to come through you at any time. Your hands pressed against Jaebum’s lower stomach, your head rolled sideways so that you could watch Hoseok play and mark on your breast. Between the two boys you didn’t know who to moan for so you ended up moaning both of their names because to you it was better that way. Hoseok reached down with one hand letting his fingers dance against your wet throbbing clit. With Jaebum holding you still he could easily rub you until you were screaming out gibberish warning that you were close. “That’s right baby. Cum for us. Cum for your daddies.” Jaebum said sharply feeling his own orgasm press against you. He needed to get you off, so he focused on anything else that he could besides how good you felt, and how tight you were wrapping around him as he bounced you.

“Holy shit! Jaebum~ Ah shit Hoseok!” You were proud in your fuzzy mind that you managed to get both names past your chapped and bruised lips as you let your orgasm sweep through you. Your essence sliding out and onto Jaebum’s shaft and that did it, with only a few more quick shallow thrusts you felt him slamming up against you causing his cum to shoot up into your insides. He held you close. His hips were jerking harshly but in a few more movements he let himself slow down his thrusts to ride out your orgasms together holding you close. Hoseok smirked leaning down he licked up at your clit, pulling back to watch the cum seep from your abused pussy. Hoseok got off the bed moving to get wipes for both you and Jaebum who were nothing more than a panting pair on the bed.

Jaebum pulled out of you, and he helped Hoseok clean you up and untie you. Your body still shaking and glowing from the orgasm you lay on your stomach trying to regain your senses. Both males came to lay on either side of you, holding you close the covers were thrown over your exhausted body and you shut your eyes with a light smirk on your lips happy that your planned worked.

“I hope you continue to smile in your slip, because as soon as you wake up, round two starts and I can’t wait until kitten is screaming again.” Hoseok purred causing you to open your eyes wide. He smirked and pecked your lips before shutting his own eyes earning a chuckle from Jaebum.

“That’s what you get for keeping us waiting after we found you playing with yourself multiple times.” You were so horrified and terrified that if you said anything it led to instant punishment so instead you played it off and shut your eyes hoping that sleep would come soon and stay around.