his tongue in the beginning aw

Good Girl

Anonymous said:
Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit

fuck ya girly i gotchu 

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.

Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.

The Bus Smut

Summary: While on the TATINOF american tour bus, Dan convinces Phil to leave their own private bunks in the middle of the night to spend the night in the “forbidden bedroom” at the back of the bus. But, spending the night together innocently isn’t what Dan has in mind. Add a suspicious unnamed tour manager and a bumpy road and things get interesting. 

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, rimming, blowjobs, unprotected consensual sex

“Bye guys!” I smile, Dan smiles, waving at the enormous crowd ahead of us, flashing lights and squeals bombarding us.

We walk off the stage, and once my eyes adjust to the significantly darker lighting backstage, I suddenly become aware of Dan’s erratic behavior. He grimaces at every person who walks past us, pulling off his gold show-jacket as he speed walks into the dressing room.

“Dan?” I yell at him through the people, running after him.

He doesn’t stop, plowing past staff.

“Dan!”

He slams the dressing room door in my face, and before I can say anything, I hear the lock click.

“Dan? Come on, what the hell is going on?” I pound on the door.

I stand there for a few minutes, assuring all the staff that he’s fine. I make up a lie about him having a stomache ache, and the stage lights made it worse.

I eventually sink to the floor, giving up my fight, talking to him through the door. I gasp for air, my lungs still not adjusting to the extremely high altitude of Colorado. Mile High City indeed.

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Well, that escalated quickly. - Tom Holland smut.

|| summary: you’re cuddling with tom and things take an interesting turn…

|| author’s note: smut. smut. smut. smut. read at your own risk!

“Comfortable?” Tom teases, as you readjust yourself for the tenth in the past five minutes. Using your feet, you kick the blanket further down the couch, so it’s rested along your ankles. Then, you nod. Tom smiles and places his head back on your shoulder, returning his attention to the TV.

After a few moments, you move from being on your back to on your side. “Jesus.” Tom groans as he lifts his head, that you’ve just disturbed from it’s position. “Can you sit still for five minutes?” Glancing over your shoulder, you find him annoyingly looking down at you. “I probably could, if I was more relaxed.” You admit. He raises his eyebrows, and props himself onto one elbow. “And how may I assist you in becoming more comfortable, madam?” You bite your lip, trying to hold back your grin. “A back massage would be great.” Tom rolls his eyes, and mositions his hand, signalling for you to turn over.

You eagerly comply, turning onto your chest, exposing your back to him. Tom begins by gently rubbing your back through your shirt, causing your muscles to relax. After a few moments, he grabs the hem over your shirt and tugs it. You hold yourself up, allowing him to slip it over your head, before laying back down. “Take your bra off.” He says, while unclasping it for you. Without hesitation, you sit up and slip the straps off your shoulder, causing the bra to fall to the floor. Tom pulls you back into your laying position, and you cross your arms under your head to support it.

With deft fingers, Tom begins massaging circles into your back. You close your eyes, and hum low in your throat. Using one hand, he massages the back of your neck, his fingers teasing the roots of your hair. The other hand’s palm is placed along your lower back, putting pressure along the sides of your spine. You groan at the two sensations, loving every caress. “You like that, sunshine?” Tom asks, and you sense his smile grow as you continue to moan. “Oh my god, yes.” You rasp, while nodding your head to annunciate just how good it feels.

Taking both hands, he places them on your shoulder blades and uses his thumbs to pressure remove any knotts, while his other fingers mirror each other - making circular motions. Your mouth pops open, as you moan loudly. His hands continue this process all the way down your back, as you practically drool all over yourself.

When Tom’s hands reach the waist band of your panties, instead of going back up, he continues down - massaging over your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck,” you groan at the rare sensation. You love booty rubs, but you’ve yet to tell Tom that. His hands squeeze, and spread you cheeks, while his fingers continue to massage into them. He then uses his knuckles to rub up and down the sides of your cheeks, working their way in. You moan again, before feeling the absence of Tom’s deft touch on your ass.

Suddenly, Tom flips you over so your lying on your back. “Time to which sides.” Tom smirks, cupping your face and kissing you quickly. Before you can say anything, Tom’s hands are sliding down to your chest, teasing your lips as they go. His hands cup your breasts, allowing them to fill his palms. “You fit my hand perfectly.” Tom admits idly, while his fingers begin to tease your nipples. You arch your back in response and whisper, “fuck.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers and watches as you begin squirming underneath him. Your eyes close, as your thighs squeeze together in desperation of friction. “Oh, baby. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” Tom groans, as he leans down to nip and suck your neck. “Tom,” you rasp as your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.

One of Tom’s hands wraps around your back, holding you flush against him, as the other slips into your panties. His fingers, spread open your folds to find you’re already soaking. Without hesitation, he slides two fingers inside you while his thumb begins circling you’re clit. You squeeze your lips together, holding in your moans. “Ah-ah,” Tom tisks, leaning down and biting your lower lip, tugging it down, “I wanna hear you.” You moan loudly, as his fingers quicken their pace, pumping faster inside you, as his thumb adds more pressure to your clit. Tom nods down at you in encouragement, “That’s it, baby. Mhm.”

Your muscles begin tightening as your hips grind against his hand. Your breathing quickens and your hands reach down to grasp his biceps, squeezing tightly. “Jesus,” you seethe as your orgasm blows through you. Your thighs tighten around his hand, while your toes curl, and your back arches pushing you further against Tom. “That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so fucking pretty.” Tom brushes hair away from your face, as you pant, trying to catch your breath. Leaning down, his tongue slips into your open mouth, coaxing a kiss out of you.

Tom breaks away from the kiss first, for air, as your breathing calms. Pulling his hand out of your panties, Tom slips his fingers into his mouth and begins sucking them clean. You watch, in awe, feeling your insides twitch slightly in response. “Well,” Tom says after pulling his fingers out his mouth, “that escalated quickly.” You laugh aloud, as you reach down to pick up your shirt, not bothering to grab your bra. “You’re telling me.” You giggle, pulling your shirt over your head. Leaning over, you kiss Tom sweetly. “Thank you.” Tom smiles and shifts into a laying a position, tossing and turning a few times, waiting for you to join him.

“Comfortable?” You tease, smirking. “Actually… a back massage would be great.” You bite your lip and smile, “turn over.”

All For Me

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: I feel blessed to write this

Prompt: “P-possibly a smutty RaphxChubby!Reader who’s wearing lingerie for the first time, please? >//////<” @badchubbybunny

Word count: 1352

Warnings: SMUT

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


“C’mon! You should at least try it on!” Going to Victoria’s Secret with your best friend on a Saturday morning wasn’t what you had in mind. Especially since she basically pushed you into a changing room with arms full of lacy and scandalous pieces that you wouldn’t think of trying on. Eyeing the skinny shop assistants, you looked at your best friend through the curtains with a bright red face.

“Dude, I can’t do this! He never even asked!” Although she didn’t know the turtles, she knew of one’s name: Raphael, your long-term boyfriend. Although bitter that she’d never met him since you’d gotten together a year ago, she was happy for you, and happy you were finally getting some action. And because of that reason, she’d do anything to hear the dirty details of your late night rendezvous. She was your best friend after all.

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so I don’t really write but I woke up this morning and this was the first thing on my mind, sorry it’s so long!! not proofread

warning: mature

a concept: you and Harry fall asleep together after a long day with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. in the middle of the night/early morning you wake to a sleeping Harry with soft snores pouring out of his mouth. at first you almost don’t notice his hand tucked under the waistband of your panties to rest on the back of your thigh. in your sleepy state you slowly and quietly creep your hand from around his waist to rest over the top of his boxers where you notice the slightest bulge. Harry begins to let out shorter breaths as you begin to move you palm over his boxers but he remains asleep. you continue for a minute or so, watching his cock harden beneath his boxers, before you decide to crawl closer to trace the outline of him with your tongue. at this point, Harry’s jolts awake, gasping for air and staring down at you with piercing green eyes. you smirk, knowing you have the upper hand, as Harry begins to squirm around and reaches down to grasp onto your hair. before he has the chance, you swat his hand away and in the most sultry tone you can conjure up you whisper, “nuh uh baby boy.” Harry whimpers and shuts his eyes tightly as you continue to palm him through his boxers and kick his legs. you nip at his thigh and mumble against his skin “cmon my pretty boy, you know better than that.” at this point you speed up the pace at which your hand is moving. you can start to see a small, wet patch leak through his boxers and kiss over the spot while whispering, “stay still for me sweetheart.” between the hardness of his cock and your lips being only a layer away from his skin he whimpers out a soft “please” and you can sense his desperateness in the look that he gives you. letting out a chuckle, you continue the movement of your hand and begin to suck on the skin above his boxers. Harry bucks his hips up at the feeling of your tongue on his skin and watches you tentatively. as you maintain eye contact, you start to trail love bites up his chest, never dwindling with the movement of your hand. Harry emits tiny moans throughout your process and as you reach his neck (where you’ve also left a bunch of bruises) you smirk against his skin and whisper “always such a good boy for me, yeah?” Harry clenches the fabric of your bed sheets between his fists and nods, knowing that there’ll be consequences if he tries to touch you. you can feel his cock twitch beneath your palm through the boxers and you almost wouldn’t have heard Harry’s quite plea if it weren’t for his whiny tone. “what is it darling?” you whisper against his ear which causes him to jerk his hips up to gain more friction from your hand. Harry whimpers, voice still rough from sleep, “don’t wanna cum in my boxers.” you let out a quiet laugh and press your lips to his to quiet a small moan that escapes. “where do you wanna cum Harry?” you murmur against his lips. Harry reaches next to him to grab onto your hips and pull you on top of him and let’s out a desperate whine. you can tell Harry’s embarrassed through the way that he grips your hip and keeps his eyes shut but whispers anyways “in you.” you brush his runaway curls out of his eyes and give him a fake pout. “baby,” you whisper with fake sympathy, “you were so close to getting what you want but you know the rules better than that.” you begin to crawl off of him, removing his hands from the strong grip on your waist and Harry looks like he’s about to cry. “no please,” he whimpers, “I didn’t mean to! I promise I won’t touch you again!” you can hear how desperate his pleas are, but you ignore your boyfriend’s cries and continue to rub him through the fabric at an even quicker speed than earlier. before you know it, Harry’s body stills and you can feel his release seep through the fabric of his boxers as he lets out tiny moans and whimpers of your name. you don’t give him time to recover as you tug down his boxers and bring your mouth around the tip of his cock. Harry lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a hiss and a gasp as he goes to reach for you hair. before he’s able to get a grip, you shoot him a warning look and flatten your tongue against his slit. Harry retracts his hand and let’s out a cry as you immediately feel him start to harden again in your mouth. you hear him whimper out a single word: “can’t.” you remove Harry’s cock from your mouth with a pop and rub the tip gently between your fore finger and thumb and whisper “can’t what, baby boy?” he lets out another whine at your pet name and gasps “’m too sensitive.” at this remark you laugh and begin to pump his cock at a rather fast speed. “of course you can baby. don’t you wanna be my good boy?” you can see Harry’s chest rising and falling at a fast and hard pace as he nods his head quickly. “wanna be your good boy” he mumbles through clenched teeth. “then you’re gonna cum again for me, yeah?” you hum and take him back in your mouth to replace the bobbing of your hand. Harry’s thighs begin to shake as he keeps his eyes trained on yours, but what really gets to him is when your nose touches his abdomen and you hold your head at the base of his cock then swallow around him. Harry throws his head back with another desperate cry and doesn’t warn you before he comes, feeling the liquid slide down your throat. you bring your head back up with a pop and smirk as you see how absolutely fucked Harry looks. his forehead is coated in sweat, eyes still closed and knuckles turning white due to his grip on the sheets. you gently straddle his lap and Harry lets out a pained groan. he shakes his head and whimpers, knowing that you’re not finished. you press your hands to his chest and press your lips gently to his. “can you taste yourself baby boy? tastes so good” you whisper against his bottom lip. Harry lets out a loud whimper and responds “yes mistress.” Harry ever rarely calls you mistress, but when he does it goes straight to your core and this time was no different. you growl against his lips and slip your tongue into his mouth without warning. Harry moans into your mouth as he roughly kisses you back but is immediately halted when he feels your panty-covered core glide against his cock. when his eyes open again you can see the tears starting to build in them as you continue your movements at a painfully slow pace. you coo at him and tug on his hair lightly. “cmon baby, I know you can do one more” you whisper and kiss his eyelids. harry shakes his head as a tear rolls down his face and lets out strangled whines. you reach for his hands to place them on your hips so he can help guide you and you wipe his stray tear away. you lean into him as you rock your hips against his and mumble against his ear “I know my precious little boy isn’t denying my orders.” tears continue to stream down Harry’s face in a mix between pain and pleasure. he lets out a particularly long moan as you move your panties to the side so that his cock glides along your clit and he can feel how wet your pussy is. “answer me baby boy” you growl as you gently wrap your hand around his neck. Harry gasps and moans “no mistress, would never disobey you.” you kiss along his jawline and smirk “there’s my good boy.” you speed up your pace despite Harry’s hands trying to slow you down and you moan as you finally get some relief. Harry stares at you in awe as he watches his girlfriend get herself off against his painfully hard cock. He brings his hands up to fondle with your breasts and lifts his head up to suck on your nipples. He starts with his tongue swirling around your right nipple while he pinches your left one between his forefinger and thumb, rolling it between the two. This causes you to move your hips faster and as Harry can feel your hips stutter and begins to move his against yours in a steady rhythm. “Harry fuck,” you moan as you throw your head back, “you’re my baby boy, all mine.” Harry moans around your breast and pulls off as he brings his hand to the back of your neck to press your lips to his. Harry can feel you getting closer to your release, but he knows that you won’t cum unless he does first. he tries to slip his tongue into your mouth but you refuse to let him take control. You simultaneously let out a moan, Harry whimpering “mistress” over and over again as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. You place your hand back around his neck and squeeze gently, knowing that this is a huge weakness of Harry’s. “gonna try to take control, huh?” you growl against his lips. Harry tries to shake his head but your grasp keeps him in place. you press your fingers tighter around his neck, bound to leave bruises and Harry lets out a painfully slutty moan. You’d never heard any noise like that come out of his mouth before and it immediately went straight to your core, but you couldn’t cum before Harry. you dig your hips deeper against Harry’s as you watch him start to fall apart. “is my baby close?” you moan against Harry’s jaw. he closes his eyes and grunts “mistress please, ’m gonna cum.” you smirk and speed up your movements, never removing your hand from around his neck. “open your eyes lovey, I wanna see you when you cum” you whisper onto his cheek. as you dig your hips into his you lean in and tug on the lobe of his ear with your teeth then whisper in a sultry tone “cum baby boy.” Harry gasps between the pain of being over stimulated and your hand around his neck and also because you made him feel so good. Harry lets out moans, switching between calling you mistress and your actual name. he brings his thumb to rub against your clit as he watches you fall apart seconds after he does. you collapse on top of Harry and finally let out tiny whimpers of your own. after a few moments of silence and recovering, you bring your hand up to brush his cheek and whisper “always so good for me.” Harry chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist to press you closer to his chest “and you’re always so good to me.” you hum and smile against his chest. your smile’s wiped away when Harry leans down to whisper into your ear and he mumbles “but if you ever pull something like that again, I’m not gonna be the one begging for mercy.”

A Little Present - Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by thatsbeautifulsoul


Pairing: Zhang Yixing X Reader

Word Count: 1930

Warning(s): Spanking, Daddy Kink, BDSM, Oral, Overstimulation

A/N: Holaaaaaaa, I’m back with another smut for you guys and this one is shorter than the last one….. I think. Anywhoooo hope you guys love this little smut, you won’t be having a dreamless sleep after reading this ;)

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His fingertips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Yixing whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Yixing took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” He bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” He whispered into my ear. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Yixing raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Yixing and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Yixing would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Yixing happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Yixing demanded.

He walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barely punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” He whispered against my neck. “Yixing, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Yixing said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” He said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Yixing landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto his leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barely above a whisper. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Yixing’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” He whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Yixing let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” He Instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red ass. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Yixing said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Yixing only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” He said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Yixing breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down inbetween my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Yixing’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Yixing ordered. It was one of Yixing’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Yixing was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” He said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” He chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Yixing daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as he moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Yixing  mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Yixing, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Yixing as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Yixing moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when he rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Yixing said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. He held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Yixing moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Yixing, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Yixing  must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” He smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,”  said. I saw Yixing pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” He said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Yixing turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” He chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Yixing set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for me princess,” He pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Yixing cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while he put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Yixing groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Yixing took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Yixing said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Yixing pulled me up. I stared in awe at Yixing’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” He chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Yixing groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Yixing whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Yixing groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” He asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Yixing laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Yixing as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Yixing whispered in my ear as I fell against his chest. I got off of him and laid next to him, trying to get my breathing leveled again.

“How did you like your surprise, princess?” Yixing said, wrapping his arm around my waist and putting his head in the crook of my neck. “I loved it daddy.” I barely whispered trying to keep my eyes open.

He smirked. “Glad you loved it, Princess.” That was the last thing he said to me before I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Payback

“What are you doing?” Sam questions, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You back him up against the wall with a hand flat on his chest.

“Getting a little payback,” tipping your chin toward him you look up from under thick eyelashes, bottom lip caught under pearly white teeth.

“Payback for what?” he chuckles as you reach for his belt buckle. 

“Like you don’t know,” you quip, batting his hands away when he tries to help in your endeavor. “Hands up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smirks raising both arms, palms out in a gesture of compliance.

“Last week at Jody’s house, with everyone there, you’re awful.” You yank his belt from the loops, tossing it behind you.

“Oh, that.” He’s grinning now.

Oh that, doesn’t even begin to describe the amount of self control it took to stay quiet as he ate you out in Jody’s spare bedroom with the girls and Dean sleeping just on the other side of the wall. Nor does it do justice to the fortitude you exhibited in biting your own wrist to keep from screaming as his mouth sealed around your clit, tongue scooping in deft little strokes under the hood, chin pressed into your slick. You were sure one of them would hear you, between your labored breathing and the wet sound of Sam’s tongue in your pussy.

If there’s one thing you know for sure it’s that 2am at the Mill’s house is silent as a fucking tomb.

“Yeah, that.” You unzip the fly of his jeans and push them down to his thighs, rubbing his manhood through the thin material of his boxers. He’s already hard, twitching in your hand.

“And this is my punishment?” he strains, his lips curling over his teeth.

“Well,” you hook two fingers at the elastic band of his underwear and pull them down. His thick, stiff cock now bobbing freely just below his belly. You stop for a moment, getting his attention and point to the end of the hall, just a few feet away. “Dean’s sleeping just around that corner. He nodded off watching Andy Griffith reruns.”

“Fuck,” Sam grunts as you drop to your knees, grabbing his erection in your hand and stroking from tip to base.

“Ahuh, so try to stay quiet, kay? Unless you want him to wake up and see me with your cock in my mouth.”

With your free hand you cup his balls, cradling and squeezing the baby soft skin. He whimpers and you take it as your cue, taking him deep into your mouth, stroking and sucking while his back arches off the wall with a horse yelp of surprise, “oh God.”

You pull back, looking up at him with a glistening chin, running the flat of your tongue over the underside of his shaft, teasing the head with a few well placed laps of your tongue. Pleased with his reaction you scold him, right before swallowing him whole, “you’re gonna have to do better than that Sam, you’re gonna wake up half of Kansas.”

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“You know that is a dog and they can’t understand what you are saying, right?” [Yoongi]

@daegusoftboys said: Min Yoongi + “you do know that is a dog and they can’t understand what you are saying, right?”


The first give away that you weren’t in your own bed was the smell. The distinct, musky scent of a male lingering quietly beneath the notes of freshly washed linen - the fabric softener embedded in the sheets not the same as the one you used. Confused, you stretch your body slightly, arms coming above your head as you drift between sleep and consciousness.

The second was the feeling of a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your torso, tugging you towards them in a sleepy lull. Despite the blank in your mind of who they might belong to, they felt warm and inviting - a comfort your barely half awake state was willing to accept with a hum of happiness.

It was his words that fully woke you. The voice, a complete octave lower than usual and still full of the gravel of sleep, that sent a shiver of memories shooting down your spine as it dawns on you where you’d wound up.

‘You’re awake?’ Yoongi’s voice coos into your ear, his mouth so close to you that his tongue barely misses the shell of it’s flesh. ‘You want to talk about last night?’ You grumble non-committedly in response, arching your back against the softness of the mattress to stretch out the kinks that had occurred during your sleep. You weren’t used to sharing a bed with anyone. Weren’t used to adapting your body to accommodate the presence of another in bed.

You don’t say anything as his palms twist under a t shirt you barely remember him offering you as you’d climbed into his bed, the rise of your hips into his touch telling him everything he needs to know. You had no idea how this had happened. No idea how you’d become so comfortable with his hands on your body, allowing his fingertips to brush against your flesh like they owned you. You were still struggling to place the patchy specs of sporadic moments from last night in an accurate timeline.

It was meant to have been a simple dinner with friends… Namjoon had been the one who had initiated it in the group chat. Hoseok had been the one that had picked the restaurant. Seokjin had been the one that had filled everyone’s glasses, insisting on playing stupid drinking games you were now suspecting he’d rigged. There was no way that you and Yoongi could have actually lost that many times in a row without some kind of intervention. It was Jimin that had insisted on the trip to the noraebang, desperate to sing karaoke and keep the night going… a mutual friend who had encouraged you to sit next to Yoongi… Whether you had grabbed his hand first as you’d exited, or him yours, you couldn’t remember… but you know it had caused the others to cheer loudly.

Then you’d left with him. That had been your decision. You know that for sure. They’d all watched as you’d walked away from the group, the hand of his not gripping yours throwing a peace sign up high much to their amusement. Even now, you understood it was a cover. A masculine show to hide the real fear that had settled into his stomach. He’d been nervous. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d told you as much when he’d kissed you outside the bedroom door, insisting that if you didn’t want to do this, you could stop. But you had. And you did. And so you’d had sex. Great sex. Mind blowingly, multi-orgasmic sex. 

Suddenly, it dawns on you what your location actually meant. He’d taken you back to the dorms. You’d had sex in his bedroom. You were in his bedroom now, the one he shared with… In an instant, you’re wide awake, pushing his hand from underneath your t shirt as you rise to check the spare bed mere meters from your own.

‘Where’s Jin?’ Your voice is laced with panic.

‘Don’t worry…,’ Yoongi’s tone is calm, his arms stretching up to pull you back down next to him. ‘He slept on the couch. It’s fine.’

‘Is everyone here?,’ You question nervously as you fall back into the crook of his arm. ‘I mean… are they going to know what we did?’ Your concern brings a chuckle to his lips, one which he presses against your forehead sweetly.

‘They knew as soon as you left with me.,’ He murmurs, the plump curve of his lips ghosting against the bare skin of your forehead. ‘But they’ve known for months it was going to happen… They’re probably relieved.’ You hated to admit it, but Yoongi was right. The signs had been there ever since you’d met Yoongi, for both you and everyone that had witnessed the progression of your relationship.

A hollow, booming thud echos from the door - a sudden knock, a warning for both of you.

‘You decent?’ It’s Seokjin’s voice, his tone low yet direct. Yoongi doesn’t shift, your intimate position tucked neatly against his half naked chest evidently not a cause for concern.

‘Yeah.’ He grunts in response. The door slowly opens, Seokjin’s face peeking through the gap.

‘I know you’ve got company… Morning, Y/N,’ Seokjin doesn’t flinch as his eyes flick to yours, nodding politely in greeting. ‘… but your dog won’t shut the fuck up.’

‘Holly?,’ Yoongi’s voice questions. ‘Let him in.’ As if on cue, the door opens wider. You raise your torso slightly as you hear the clicking of feet scurrying across the wooden floor. Seokjin retreats without another word, shutting the door and returning whatever resemblance of privacy that offered in a house full of 6 other men.

‘Holly… come here.,’ Yoongi pats the bed, a short yap coming from just out of your range of vision before a sweet, curly brown ball of fluff pops itself onto the covers. You watch in awe as Yoongi begins to pat it, his tongue clicking and soft coos escaping from his throat. ‘Did you miss me? I’m sorry. I just had some important business to attend to last night…’

You’re stuck but this unashamedly soft side of Yoongi, his lip jutting out sweetly as his fingers rub under the chin of the animal, his entire demeanor shifting in it’s presence. You’d caught glimpses of it before - it was what had made him so intriguing and attractive to you. What had proven to you that he was more than the blunt, sarcastic reputation he held and couldn’t shake. And here you were, seeing it so completely and openly.

You do know that is a dog and they can’t understand what you are saying, right?’ As soon as the words have left your mouth with an amused chuckle, you know you’ve said something wrong. Yoongi’s brow furrows, nose crinkling slightly as he thinks carefully about his response to you. His lips press together in a thin line before he settles on his selected words.

‘This is not a dog… This is Min Holly. And I am certain, with every aspect of my being, that he understands every word that is coming out of my mouth perfectly.,’ With that, he stoops to kiss your lips lightly, a smug smile spreading across his face. ‘But don’t worry. You’re really cute, so I’ll forget you even said that…’

Okay but Steve and Bucky are the monsters in the closet and when Tony’s little they try to scare him. Steve enjoys scaring kids but he hates it when they cry so he feels awful. Bucky doesn’t care if kids cry but after waiting in the closet for fifteen minutes for someone to come calm this kid down and realizing no one’s going to, he does start feeling a little guilty.

They creep back into the room and Steve takes the little toddler into his scaly arms. “Shhh, I’m sorry, honey. Don’t cry. I’m sorry I scared you, sweetheart.”

“What the hell kind of human doesn’t respond to a baby’s cry?!” Bucky hisses, hands fluttering. “Isn’t that a biological imperative?!”

“Shh,” Steve whispers sharply. “You’re scaring him.”

“Steve, my face is scaring him,” Bucky snaps, motioning at his lupine face. “The Big Bad Wolf literally came and scared the bejeezus out of him.”

Steve frowns down at the boy, licking his lips, his forked tongue fluttering anxiously. “Aw, hell. Come on, baby, you need to stop crying!”

“Just–just give him to me,” Bucky snarls, probably more animal than he’d intended if the way the boy shrieks is anything to go by. “Give him to me,” he repeats when Steve hesitates, wrapping his furry arms around the boy and beginning to pace. “You’re cold, Steve. You shoulda picked him up with a blanket.”

Steve frowns at his scaly hands. “You’re probably right,” he laments.

They eventually get the boy quieted and back to sleep. He clings to Bucky’s fur and doesn’t want to let go. He struggles to put the boy back in his little bed.

“Can’t we just keep him?” Steve asks hopefully.

No, we can’t just keep him,” Bucky hisses. “He’s a human, Steve. We–” He stops, finally detaching the boy from his fur and placing him carefully in his bed. “…We’re not,” he finishes quietly, tucking the boy under his covers.

They take a moment, watching the boy sleep, before returning to the closet.

They peep outside in the morning to find a woman who looks very tired carefully lifting the quiet boy out of bed. She’s got a demon hanging off her back. They think humans call it Depression but Steve and Bucky call it an intruder and chase it off. The woman is much livelier when it’s gone.

Demons keep trying to come into the Stark mansion. Steve and Bucky won’t let them in, no matter how the woman’s husband’s tormented soul calls out to them, because the tot, little Antonio, little Bambino, is too precious to let them even catch a glimpse of him.

Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part Three

<Part Two

Playlist (Optional)

Sober || (Melodrama) - Lorde

Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier

A/N: I mean, I’m pretty certain you’ve all realised this now, but this is slow-burning. Jeff x Y/N ARE endgame. Don’t give up on this yet! Idk how I feel about this part though… I really hate myself for doing this to baby Monty…


“Nope! There’s still a bit in the bottom!” She giggled.

“Come on Y/N, I’m going to be way more drunk than you at this point!” Zach chuckled lovingly, but downed it anyway.

“No you won’t, I can’t even remember what I’ve had at this point. Your parents sure have a lot of liquor.” She looked around her at the empty bottles.

“For people who don’t drink, it’s quite impressive.” He snorted.

“I’m starting to think this idea wasn’t a good one. We’re on the top of a roof drinking alcohol!” She laughed manically. He joined in.

“WOOOOOO!” He shouted. “Honestly though, you know I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N.”  He stroked her cheek. Leaning in for the kiss, she thought how she’d never love a boy as much as this one. He was made for her, she thought.

The taste of vodka, and tequila, and gin, and whatever-the-fuck-else they’d consumed swilled between their mouths. Some drunk kisses had the ability to chase a person into sobreity, then make them feel drunk all over again just off of the presence of the other person.

—–

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? It’s 3:30 and you’ve got a revision date with a handsome prince.“ Jeff chuckled, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Shit, hey Jeff.” She smiled, pushing her textbook forward to reach down and grab some more notes from her bag.

“I’d love to know the psychology of daydreaming,” He teased.

She rolled her eyes. “We’ll get there. Get a pen.”

After some hardcore studying separation anxiety in babies, Jeff cleared his throat.

“Did you manage to talk to Monty at all since last week?”

“You’re very interested in my love life, Jeff.” She smirked, looking up from her notes.

“Not really. More like I don’t want to see anymore damaged knuckles.” He winced.

“I’ll talk to him.” She pressed. He seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.

Once again, Jeff hung on to every word she said, making detailed notes and asking questions. It was kind of adorable.

“Next week is going to be an intense one. I’m guessing you have ‘The Psychology Of Love by Sigmund Freud?” She asked as she closed up her textbook.

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. “Isn’t he the one who had a thing for his mum?”

“Not quite, don’t worry you’ll see next week. He’s just who we’re starting with. As you know 20% of our final grade relies on our coursework surrounding our chosen psychology of love.” She pushed her chair in and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“Right.” He nodded. “I’ll see you next week?”

“See you round.” She waved to his figure leaving the library.

—–

As it usually happened on Summer days like these, the boys sat outside to eat their lunch and maybe throw a ball about.

“So, uh, Monty,” Jeff said through a bite of his sandwich.

“This is about Y/N, isn’t it?” Montgomery sighed.

Jeff cocked his head in a yes.

“I haven’t spoken to her since then. You can’t say ‘i-told-you-so’ yet.”

“I know, I just wanted to check how you were doing.” Jeff genuinely cared for his friend, and knew how much of a problem this was for him. 

But before Montgomery had a chance to speak, Bryce was back.

“Atkins, that hot brunette is eyeing you up.” He nodded in her direction. Jeff glanced back.

“Not again.” He muttered.

“What?” Monty asked.

“We had a thing last summer.” He shrugged. “It was nothing, literally, I don’t know why she keeps looking at me like that.” He threw his hand up.

That’s when Monty stopped listening. Why did Jeff deserve to feel the smugness of being totally completely right about Y/N because they were exactly the same. Monty didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before. He’d known what Jeff was like, but it just seemed…different.

“It’s a bit warm out here really. I’m gonna head inside.” He stood, not so much as looking at the boys before violently throwing his lunch into the trash can.

—–

At the end of her psychology lesson the next day, Jeff approached her.

“Look!” He pointed to the ten mark pop quiz they’d done at the start of the lesson. “Only just over a week of your help and I’m already improving.” He grinned. She couldn’t help but mimic his expression, it was contagious.

“I’m proud of you Jeff.” She punched his shoulder as they made their way out of the classroom.

“Thanks, Y/N, really.” He called out as he walked backwards in the direction of his locker. She was really happy that she’d actually done something positive for once.

Her locker rattled as she entered the combination.

Y/N wasn’t evil, but her track record wasn’t the best, and for once, she had these high spirits which felt amazing.

In that moment was when it happened.

In her peripheral vision she saw Montgomery storming down the hall, headed in her direction.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” He slammed her locker door in front of her, barely scraping her nose. She inhaled.

“Not here, Monty.” She looked around at the surrounding students.

“Where then? You’ve put this off once, Atkins isn’t here this time to save you.” He moved in toward her face, his hot breath tickling her face.  Dammit, he was attractive, but hard work.

“Who said I needed saving? I just don’t want you to embarrass yourself.” She hit back coolly. Upon noticing he wasn’t budging, she added; “Fine, what is it?”

“So like I was saying before, we were so rudely interrupted, you’ve been ignoring me all week.”

“Not ignoring, just not actively paying attention to.” She leaned against the lockers nonchalantly.

“So what? You just gonna bang me and fuck off?” He was almost shouting now.

“Come on Monty, you didn’t really think this meant more, did you?” She scoffed.

“Well, going on a date usually implies that, yeah!” He shook his head in disbelief. “You know, I’ve actually liked you for a while now, and i thought ‘she’s asked me on a date, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.’ But i guess I was the unluckiest. I should’ve never fallen for you.”

“Jeez. My mistake. I thought you’d know by now.” She felt bad, she really did. But she couldn’t tap into that. The first time she’d approached Monty she’d addressed how they had known each-other so long but never done anything, and now she remembered why. The way her demeanor affected Monty must look awful to a passerby, and maybe it looked awful to the ghost of herself as well.

“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.

“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.

“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.

“Jeff’s a smart guy.” Her liquid cyanide voice dripped off her tongue, her eyes emotionless and harsh. Monty shook his head slowly, before turning and violently kicking the lockers, and storming out the way he came.

She rolled her eyes at the spectators, can never mind their own business. They started making their way away from her, leaving her in an empty corridor. Or so she thought.

“Did you have to do that?” A soft voice floated in from behind her. It was deafening. The voice she’d been trying to get out of her nightmares. It felt like she hadn’t heard it in so long, but that couldn’t be true because it visited her nightly. Her entire body tensed knowing who was behind her. She didn’t know what to do.

“Do what?” She asked weakly, not bringing herself to turn around, instead finding a very interesting spot on the floor to focus her gaze on.

“Y/N, I don’t know what’s happened to you since we broke up, but you’ve become a real bitch. Monty didn’t deserve that. I don’t know, is this some kind of revenge? Are you trying to get back at me or something by hurting my friends?” He voice was stern, with a hint of hurt. “Are you going to look at me?”

Shocked with a wave of her usual confidence, she swung round on her heel and faced Zach. He looked even more adorable close up. But she wouldn’t let that distract her.

“Zach, look, It’s sweet that you think highly enough of yourself to assume I’m not over you, But facts are facts.” And lies are lies. “You’ll just have to find some way to come to terms with the fact that I’m not still pining over you, and that believe it or not this is about me.” She faltered a little, but all in all the show was a good one. Oscar-worthy, maybe.

“Like I said, real bitch.” He scoffed, pulling on his bag strap and pushing past her carelessly. It took all of her not to break down right there and then. But she didn’t. She gripped her mouth with her hand and slumped against the lockers exhaling. What the fuck was she doing? What the fuck had she done?

after care (m)

Slytherin!Jungkook Drabble | 01

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,496

Request: When Jungkook gets hurt during a quidditch game, and you want to give him a little extra attention afterwards.

note: I was messing around with links and accidentally deleted this, so i’m just reposting it


A silence swept over the crowd as everyone’s breaths caught in their throats. Your hands cupped your mouth in fear as you watched Jungkook tumble to the ground. Every single one of the stirring brooms in the air ceased to move as they stared down at his body. You ran from your seat, and straight for the wooden edge as tears sprang to your eyes. You feel a hand immediately come down on your back, and you look over to find Yoongi staring back at you with calming eyes.

“Jungkook—” You started, but a sudden whisper began echoing through the mob of people. You quickly tore your eyes from Yoongi and back to the open field, and that’s when you see it. You see the movement of his body as he began to shakily stand up from his position on the ground.

Instant relief floods your heart, and you feel the corners of your mouth twitch into a smile, when suddenly Jungkook raises his hand in a closed fist. You, along with everyone else gasp when you recognize the pose, and you’re all already jumping around like idiots when the announcer finally booms the words of victory.

“Jeon Jungkook has caught the snitch, Slytherin wins!” The wave of black and green immediately erupts, the screams of joy completely deafening on your side of the stadium, and you can’t help but laugh at seeing the noticeable deflation of your gold and garnet rivals from across the field.

You quickly turn to wrap Yoongi in an embrace, which he excitedly returns. You’re smiling from ear to ear when you realize that even though Jungkook caught the snitch he was probably still really hurt. And if he was, there was no way you were going to get to see him tonight to make sure he was really okay. Yoongi must notice your look of distress because you quickly feel a solution being whispered in your ear.


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mafalopez  asked:

Otayuri speaking on different languages to each other?

This one is a tough for me because I 100% believe that Yuri and Beka speak in Russian to one another? From what I’ve heard (and read), it’s highly likely that Otabek would have quite an extensive knowledge of Russian so it makes sense to me that they would use Yuri’s native language. I do have a few headcannons, tho. 

- Otabek swearing in Kazakh and Yuri just staring at him like ‘wtf you just say’ and waiting for him to translate. 

- Yuri overhearing Otabek on the phone speaking to his family in his native language and being in absolute awe over how the words literally roll off of his tongue and sound so beautifully natural. 

- Otabek telling Yuri that he loves him for the first time in Kazakh and Yuri getting frustrated and yelling when Otabek won’t translate what he’d just said. It takes about a week for Yuri to figure it out and when he does, he doesn’t stop kissing Otabek, repeatedly whispering ‘I love you too’ in Russian to him. 

- Otabek laughing at Yuri when he begins to make up more colourful curse words and terms in Russian and has to explain in English what he actually means by them. 

- Yuri learning Kazakh for Beka, just to make him feel more at home when they finally live together. 

My beautiful multilingual babies. 

anonymous asked:

I looove your fics so much, your account is absolutely fantastic!! Do you think you could do a HC that's kinda like a part 2 for Daddy!Newt where Newt is hungover and you're telling him what happened the night before and he gets all flustered??

Thank you! So sorry this took so long 💔I got time to answer requests now lol I hope an imagine is ok?

Inspired by this

Master list


Imagine: The day after daddy Newt.

Newt slowly awoke to the smell of coffee, a scent he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. He never understood what your obsession with the bitter substance was, Americans were odd sometimes. He lazily opened his eyes, and the sudden pounding he felt caused him to sink his freckled face back into the pillow.

“Bloody…” He grunted, wiping a hand over his tired face. It was like a 1000 erumpents had decided to take residence in his skull and trample all over the place. What on earth possessed him to drink so much last night? He could scarcely remember it anyway, but he’d likely suspect Jacob was behind this.

“Oh, you’re finally up.” You walked into the room, clad in only a silk robe that Newt had grown rather fond of on you. The wizard blinked in your direction, eyes squinting against the rays of sun that flooded into the room.

“My darling…” His voice was raspy with sleep, but he still managed a soft smile as you sat next to him. You took a sip of your coffee, laying it on the dresser and offering him a pill, and warm tea.

“Here Mr. English guy, warm tea and a pill that supposedly helps hangovers.”

Newt took them both gratefully, and he swallowed the pill quickly with a sip of tea. “What exactly occurred…last night? I hardly remember a thing.”

At that, your eyebrow raised in amusement, and you gazed at him over the rim of your coffee mug. “Oh, this is rich. You don’t remember, my sweet sweet hufflepuff?” You teased, loving the way his cheeks tinted a shade of pink. It was far too amusing how he dialed from 0-daddy after just a few whiskeys. Even more so that he didn’t remember it at all. You certainly did though, your neck was bruised with love bites, and your inner thighs were still very sore from his love making.

Newt looked on a bit concerned now, because judging by your tone something definitely happened.

“Darling?” He asked, trying to get an answer out of you.

But, you simply smirked, moving from his side towards the shower. “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with….” You looked over your shoulder, slowly undoing the tie to your robe as you started to shrug it over your shoulders, gaining the wizard’s very intrigued attention. And just as he waited for the robe to fall off your body, you winked at him and spoke. “Daddy.”

The tea he had just taken a sip of spewed out of his mouth, his eyes wide, and mouth agape as he looked at you. His cheeks were more than a shade of pink now, and it took all of you not to double over in a fit of giggles.

Maybe it was the sound of your sweet voice saying that word, or maybe it was the pill that undid the pounding in his head, but Newt was beginning to remember small…or maybe large details of last night. Something about your legs wrapped around him, maybe a sink, or the taste of whiskey mixed with sex. All he knew, was that some secret desires might have slipped his drunken tongue.

You chuckled heartily, and you skipped over to him, your robe opening up and revealing the very body he remembers tangled around him last night. If it wasn’t for the strong shame he felt right now, he would’ve torn the rest of that damned thing off of you and taken you right there.

“Aw, honey…don’t be ashamed.” You straddled his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as you beckoned him to look up at you. “Besides…” You dipped your head, biting your lip as you leaned into him. “I kinda like callin’ you daddy…”

Beneath the thin fabric of the sheet hanging around his waist, you could see the twitch of his cock. He was clearly becoming affected by your flirting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring down. There was something tantalizing about the way the sheets hung around him, and you could see just the beginnings of the red hair he had down there. You wanted, no needed, him so badly now, and you were beginning to think the daddy kink wasn’t just his thing. You glanced up at him, eyes sparkling with desire.

“Do you think…you could remind me of last night too, daddy?”

Newt’s heart was going a mile a minute, and he let out a low growl at your words. He never meant for you to find any of that out, but now…well, now you were far too tempting to ignore. He blushed deeply, and even though he managed to keep eye contact with you, his words stumbled a bit as he turned you over roughly on the bed.

“D..Daddy can do that…”

And he bowed down, pinning your hands to the bed as he took your lips in a hard kiss.

(This gif of Eddie is dayummmmm son)
Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda


           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.

 **********************

           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.

           “Y/N?”

           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 6 (Part 1)

The next morning passes almost uneventfully, with of course some scolding from my behavior the previous day, all except for Hunk pointing out my faults. He knows how deep it runs now and hopefully, he’ll know even better once I leave my position to Matt. Which, when he pulls me aside with his droopy, ichor colored eyes and lopsided smile, I can’t help but just grind my teeth. He’s a perfect fit for the Blue Paladin, he’s all my good qualities and more, without the parts that nobody wants. A mirror reflection of myself, but better, improved. Goddamn it, does Sam Holt only grow awe inspiring seedlings?

It’s worse even when he begins to tell me how even though it was funny to watch me make Shiro so red, it was wrong of me and I should learn from that, to hold my tongue. I don’t muster up a pretty little, obedient, apologetic response like I did with all the others who believed they could get through to me. Matt isn’t nearly as short as Pidge, but with the universe granting me so little in strength, they had to make a comeback in height so I step closer. He steps backwards and so our game presumes until his back is against the wall and I’m relishing in the couple of inches I have on him. This is the man who flows like poison through my life, infecting all the good parts. How can he stare so innocently up at me, like a deer caught in headlights?

My eyes narrow on their own accord and I trap him there with my hands flat on the wall at each side of his head. I have no clue how but I growl at him and I see his hands tighten into fists at either side of his hips. Whatever, take a hit, Keith freaking Kogane already beat me up last night, don’t think many people can fair against that. “I hate you.” I say simply, smiling just like usual, except less forced. Let’s pry another burden off my chest. “I hate everything about you. You’ve made the people I once wouldn’t hesitate for a second to call my slightly awkward space family doubt my abilities, begin to lose trust in me, and neglect me. Leave me in the dust. Do you understand? You are replacing me. They think you’re the new Blue Paladin.”

“Lance, I didn’t - I never intended to - ”

“Shut up!” I snap and he flinches beneath me. “I wasn’t done talking, Matt. So, I will continue getting my point across, and if you still feel the need to respond, feel free, okay?” He nods shakily and I feel so violent because he’s right here, why shouldn’t I make him hurt like I have, every day, since he arrived? But, I don’t. That isn’t what I’m doing here, in my last moments as an honorable Paladin. “I’m fine with everybody telling me that what I did was wrong. It was wrong. I don’t care, but nevertheless, I know it wasn’t the right thing to do because contrary to popular belief, I’m not fucking stupid. But, I will throw myself into a black hole, wailing my love for country music and pineapple on pizza before I let the one who has turned my life into a sad, sad abyss tell me how to behave. I’m fine with you ruining my life, but I will not take orders from you, pretend to enjoy your company, or ever want to speak civilly with you. It’s making me sick just being this close to you. So, do me the only favor I will ever allow you to do me, and piss. Off.” I end the rant with a slow hiss.

So, that’s supposed to be where the conversation ends, but he’s too much like me to not have adapted the same big, impulsive mouth and now I’m understanding why Pidge was drawn to me while he was still captive. “I thought you were a good guy, Lance. Maybe you still are. But, you’re doing bad things and I know that disrespecting Shiro is just the tip of the ice burg.”

The blood floods from my face. No. He can’t - he doesn’t know right, about the plan? He can’t, the only one who knows is Lotor and I. And. I jerk away from Matt to smash my knuckles into the wall with a frustrated shout. Blue knew, and Matt’s supposed to be her future pilot, so of course Blue told him, she thought he could stop me from ‘making a mistake’, but she’s wrong. Now, I just have to act more carefully than before.

I don’t spare the older Holt shrimp anymore of my time, I don’t have it to waste. I return to Blue’s cockpit and nap for exactly fifteen minutes before she wakes me up and I enter the coordinates in the escape pod, so that it’s ready for my leave.

The ideal time waster until it’s time to go would be to lounge about in Blue, alternating between napping and talking to her, however I know it’ll draw suspicion if I don’t continue my pattern of pointless efforts in socialization with the other member’s of the little team. So, I go about my usual schedule, dragging my feet, feeling unwanted and seeing which doors in the castle open. I stumble upon a large room with infant cribs and foam mats, some semblance of a toy bin, all in pastel colors. It must have been… some sort of nursery. And it’s plucking all of my heart strings.

The castle had some sort of self perseverance setting that automatically went off when Coran and Allura were frozen, so it’s as good as new, like everything else on the ship. No bacteria would settle in and no weird alien mold would begin to grow, because the advanced Altean technology allowed it to be kept safe and hygienic for 10,000 years. I… was the baby of my family. The youngest. The one who didn’t usually have the pressure of setting an example because I was the impressionable baby that everyone just wanted to protect. I did, however, have little cousins that would visit often. They’d come over and the sound of baby’s shaking their rattles and the joyous shrieks of toddler’s would echo off the walls. I always found them so annoying and got jealous when my Aunts and Uncles would pay them more attention.

I was such a brat. I’ve been begging for attention from a young age, even when I already had everyone’s on me at all times. When it was ripped away from me so quickly at the Garrison, where I was hardly average, it felt like a chunk of my soul had been ripped out as well. I tried as hard as I could to become better, but among great minds, I was foolish to think I could ever succeed them. Most talented to my department, however, was Keith. I grew a crush on him immediately, only adding to the self loathe festering inside me. It grew and grew, until I shattered and cried as hard as I ever had right after another failed simulation, right in front of my entire class.

Seeing as how I had tested into the Garrison and was surviving on a scholarship, I couldn’t afford to go to the school’s psychiatrist. But, I could afford to switch roommates, so that I could live with another kid who struggled with mental illness. At the same time I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder that wouldn’t be treated, Hikialani Garett had been diagnosed with anxiety. It was a program that ensured students who couldn’t afford therapy would have someone to relate to and wouldn’t go crazy from being constantly surrounded by neurotypicals who thought they were weird. And so, I met my best friend through me humiliating myself in front of my class. Which, I might’ve been placed in another one (with Hikialani), but everyone still knew. I was the kid who cried when I failed. And I couldn’t really ever change that.

“What’s wrong, buddy?”

“I’m so - L- Lance, you wouldn’t understand, you’re so skinny, and I’m so not and I’m - ”

“Dude, bro, stop talking and stop panicking. Because let’s get one thing straight. Skinny is not better than thick. Do you know how easily I get my ass kicked? And remember, I’m a cryer, so then I bawl about it afterwards. But, dude you, you’re a total hunk! You’re not fat, you, my dude, are thick and your muscles are bigger than my torso. If I wasn’t hopelessly pining after Kogane, I’d smash.”

He sniffles, wipes the tears beginning to form at the edges of his waterline. Then, reddens. “Really? You… don’t think I’m fat?”

“Dude. You’re so hot. The most hunk person I’ve ever met. In fact, new nickname, Hunk.”

He chuckles and everything’s okay. We couldn’t afford therapy. But, we have each other and for now, that’s enough.

I miss those times. But, they’re buried now. They don’t even matter. I pretend today is another normal day, go about my annoying the others, stray from Keith and Shiro because that’s what a wimp scared straight would do, and once it has all passed uneventfully, I leave with nothing. I tell Blue I will miss her. She says she’ll alert the other lions of my escape. I tell her that I don’t offer anything anymore. Go ahead. Would they even want me back?

As I’m sitting in the escape pod, getting ready for take off, I sit back and let out a final sigh. I’ve had so many great adventures with them, Shiro, Keith, Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Coran. I’ve had so much fun, been more active than ever, even struggling so hard with my insecurities, even being slowly pushed away. As much as it all hurt, it’s a hurt I’ll inevitably miss because with that hurt came something akin to familiar, with the sadness came the bouts of happiness that meant so much more, being so rare.

“Goodbye, Voltron.”

The times change, I’ve come to realize. They’re not changing in my favor here. I leave, hoping they’ll change better with my Prince.

Chapter 6, Part 2: https://langst-mccpain.tumblr.com/post/163479926145/a-blue-prince-to-own-chapter-6-part-2

if you love me, call it blasphemy. i am the first bad thing your god ever made.

your hands on my wrists feel like letting a lighter burn even the marrow of my stained bones. i imagine sometimes that i see you in crowded places and i don’t know if i am having a panic attack because of it or if i just need time to recover from the knowledge that you will never be waiting around the next street corner. your voice could carry across solar systems if it said my name.

we all begin to heal when Leto returns to greece. Zeus tells me, on a pale night with awe on his tongue, that she tastes like petrichor and brine. she tastes like love.

the truth of it is that i do not know what truth is. there is a pocket universe somewhere where everything happens in a straight line and we kiss under a sky devoid of even the idea of stars. things are messy here and contradictions can both be true. you could kiss me anyways.

Eyes On You

Originally posted by harrysimpact

A/N: OKAY this imagine is solely inspired by this gif because I mean COME ON. Could you imagine him looking at you like that? A bitch would pass out. So yeah this is based on him looking at you like that. (Wow emily back at it again with the shitty descriptions!!!)

Warnings: Smut 

Word Count: 2,341

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Today could not be worse. Your alarm didn’t go off on time. Your hair was not cooperating. The dress you wanted to wear? You dropped lipstick right across the front of it. Anything that could go wrong did.

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Revali x Reader: Common Ground

A/N: Don’t tell me your favourite characters, I will use them against you. Both @mercer-safehouse​ and @blueevileye​ made this mistake, however, as I was feeling merciful, I wrote fluff versus angst. Have at it.


“I swear to Hylia if you don’t keep breathing down my neck, I’ll pluck off all your feathers while you sleep.”

The target is across the river, a camp of Bokoblins and Moblins turning in for the night. The path between the Dueling Peaks isn’t especially dangerous but reaching Fort Hateno before the end of the week is paramount. Large numbers of enemies are marching upon it, and between Zelda’s quest to awaken her power, these kinds of distractions are not needed. Urbosa has already taken Zelda south through Faron, while Daruk and Link plan on crossing over Mable Ridge. In all this, you are saddled with Revali, as the two of you are nearly equals in aerial combat and his ability to create updrafts makes your archery skills even more of a boon. However, of all the regal birds in Hyrule, Revali is something of a parrot singing his own praises, disparaging others with his rapid fire tongue.

“You may be quick with threats, but I’ve yet to see you actually go through with them.” Revali sneers, the tips of his feathers tickling your arms. “It’s an easy shot, what’s got you so concerned?”

“Nothing. Now, quit bothering me and scout ahead, birdbrain.”

“Rude little Hylian.”

Revali takes a step back and you hear the wind whistle around him, carrying him high into the night sky and out of sight. The moonlight provides ample light, you pull back your arm and aim for the heads of the Bokoblins, they’ll go down the easiest. The first shot hits its mark, a burst of purple and black miasma singles the death of the vermin along with a high-pitch whine. The following three shots sink into skulls, but the fourth glides over a Moblin and strikes the rock of the mountain. At least you weren’t using Bomb Arrows, but close combat has never been a strong suit; the Moblins stir the rest of their allies and a trio of Lizalfos slither out from behind a line of crates. You clumsily notch an arrow as they take to the water, running backwards onto the path. The arrows spears one through the chest, but it clamours on after you, flicking out its tongue and knocking the bow from your hands.

You yank the broadsword from your belt, reaching awkwardly for your shield before the tongue wraps around your legs. Instinct forces your sword up, blocking the Lizal Boomerangs as they crash down over you. A Moblin arrow meant for you instead takes out one of your attackers, setting a Lizalfos on fire and driving it towards the river. It doesn’t make, exploding in a puff of empurpling darkness. It’s enough of a distraction, you throw yourself up and knock a Lizalfos back, slashing once – twice – three times before it falls over. A Fire Arrows burns over your shoulder, eating through your tunic with a hiss. The last Lizalfos jumps from side to side, you finally grab your shield and meets its awkward gaze. Its mouth opens, you dodge the flick of its tongue and drive it back, jamming the broadsword deep into its abdomen, using it as a shield. The Fire Arrow sears its flesh, its claws scotch your arms like tempered blades; you fight the wave of nausea that rolls over you long enough to pull out and duck behind the other mountain. You can’t go back for the Falcon Bow, not with the threat of Fire Arrows – the Lizal Bow will have to do. You’ve still got a bundle of Bomb Arrows from Beedle, hopefully the Moblins go down fast and you can regroup with Revali. Speaking of which –

“Having trouble, Hylian?”

You don’t even see the arrows fly, just the simultaneous thuds of the Moblins dropping onto the ground. Revali glides down with a self-satisfied grin.

“Shall I collect the materials or would you like the honour?”

You chuck a Lizalfos Tail at his head, growling when he dodges and chuckles.

“I suppose I’ll have to do it. The way towards the stable is clear, by the way. You’re welcome.”

“Go suck an egg.”


Not many people have seen Rito apparently, so the staff crowd Revali as he perches on the bed fixing his precious bow. He’s regaling them with some tale of his amazing feats, drinking in the attention a preening like a songbird.  You’re sitting on the floor a few feet away against the mattress of your bed, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes as you apply aloe to your burns.

You should’ve gone with Daruk. Link has so much more patience with Revali, won’t give in to the Rito’s quips and infuriatingly engaging tone. Revali has the voice of someone begging for backtalk, he seemingly always has something to say and it’s always the final word. At least Daruk would keep second guessing your abilities, the playful rivalry is fine but the nagging

“Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet over there.”

“Just fine, thanks.”

“You’re sure? I was just about to tell them how we took down that Lynel in the North Tabantha Snowfield –”

We didn’t. You did. Don’t feign modesty on my account.”

The stable goes silent, a mattress creaks and then Revali pushes through the assembly of eager listeners, leaning over to look at you.

“You’re injured? Sorry, dears, but my companion needs me.” Revali raises an eyebrow as the listeners look awkwardly between them. “Go on, shoo.”

“I don’t need you.” You protest as everyone turns away, flinching when Revali lifts your leg up and examines a burn curled around your ankle.

“You do realize a Lizalfos’s tongue is coated in a highly active acid, right?”

“…have at it, clearly you know best.” You slid the canister of burn gel over and fold your arms over your chest, refusing to meet his emerald gaze. He pulls up your pant leg with a soft sigh, dipping his feathers into the gel and gently applying it against your skin. You hiss at the initial contact, chewing your bottom lip as the burn stings. Revali pulls a roll of bandages from his pack and takes his time wrapping your ankle, tying the first knot tightly.

“Not that I mind your vitriol,” Revali says. “It’s charming, in its own strange way, but you seem…off.”

“I’m fine.”

He ties the second knot tighter, leaning forward with a frown.

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m not, you’re just reading into things. Stop being so nosy, damnit.”

Revali stands up, wiping his feathers on a nearby blanket, and then digs into his pack for section of coiled rope. He grabs the cuff of your shift and hauls you onto your feet, tying the rope around your waist and proceeding to drag you outside.

“What are you doing? Quit pulling me, I’m not a dog.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Revali rolls his eyes. “Just frustratingly stubborn. Please don’t squirm, I’d rather avoid dropping you.” He ties the other end of the rope around his waist, creates and updraft, and suddenly you are far above the ground. The stable staff runs out to watch, cupping their hands around their eyes as if to see you better, but Revali keeps going higher and higher until the thin grey mist of clouds obscures you both. The moon, big and bright and far too close, seems to leer at you.

“What is your problem?!”

“I’ve been nothing but charitable.” Revali sniffs. “You’re the one being difficult.”

“Says the asshole whose flown hundreds of feet in the air with  only a flimsy length of rope to keep the flightless one from falling to their death.”

“This is Sheikah-brand rope. It won’t snap and you won’t fall.”

“Then what in Hylia’s name is this supposed to be?”

Revali looks down at you, the moonlight does weird things with his face, making it seem infinitely more handsome than usual. His navy-blue feather shimmer like dark sapphires while the white edges glow like pearls.

“This is getting your full attention.”

“No kidding.”

“I’m being serious, (Y/N). You’ve been distracted and I’d like to know why.”

You look down at the surroundings forests, smaller mountain ranges, as if hoping to see any of the others close by. Revali waits, the updraft swirling strongly, breezing between your clothes and skin.

“Can we continue this on the ground, it’s cold up here.”

“(Y/N).”

“I’m serious, I’m not dressed for this and I really don’t need them gawking at us.”

A fire’s been lit, the stable staff are carrying torches and walking around for a better look. Revali relents with another roll of his eyes, gliding away from the updraft and carefully bringing both of you back onto the ground. The two of you ignore the questioning gazes and return inside, reclaiming your belongings and choosing beds beside each other. Revali bends and returns your bow with a quiet nod, though before you can grab it, he pulls away and begins examining the wood. Frowning, you watch his feathers fall into the scratches and grooves, he clicks his tongue and pulls out a small container of lacquer.

“You talk.” He instructs, turning the bow over. “Honestly, this is a mess.”

“We can’t all be perfectionists, Revali.”

“It has nothing to do with being a perfectionist, but it has everything to do with being a professional. Stop deflecting.”

He shoots a glare your way before lacquering up your bow, switching his gaze between your face and his work.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Try the beginning.” He replies dryly.

“Well, my mother loved my father an awful lot, so one night they decided –”

“Too far back. Try again.” He sighs. “Cheeky brat.”

You lean against the wall, the pillow cushioning you from behind, and sigh. Part of the worry originates with Zelda. The kingdom whispers of the princess of failure, no matter how the King ensures his people that everything is being done to stop Calamity Ganon. She’s visited the Springs of Power and Courage with no results, and as her seventeenth birthday looms, the Spring of Wisdom will finally be open to her but…

Link has the Master Sword. He is the Hero of Legend whether he likes it or not. The Divine Beasts have been mastered by their respective Champions. The Guardians have been deployed and are controllable but…

“I have my doubts about this whole thing. If it’s worth it.”

“We all do.” Revali admits. “Some of us are better at hiding it.” He looks up, a strange sense of sincerely floods his expression.

“The great Rito warrior has doubts? Will wonders ever cease…”

“I’m not well-liked at home, I’ll have you know.”

“Really.”

Revali nods, adjusting his position so he’s more on the bed. The smell of lacquer fills your nostrils, but it’s different from what you’re used to. The Rito are master archers but wind will carry any scent, so the lacquer they produced to keep their bows strong is scentless, for the most part; you can’t help but think of freshly fallen snow.

“Though I am their best, I suppose my bravado is, at times –”

“Overbearing? Frustrating? Annoying?”

“Excuse me but I was talking.” Revali scolds, reaching out and ruffling your hair. “I am bit much, aren’t I? Their loss. Anyway, being the best and not appreciated does bother me. But what bothers me more is failure, that this whole ordeal will prove fruitless…that I will be nothing more than a memory.”

He scoffs, placing the bow on the ground with a yawn.

“Or worse yet, that my people will forget me entirely. Could you imagine? Nothing more than a name the elders would remember in passing.”

“I don’t think anyone could forget you, Revali.”

“I’m touched.” He moves one wing against his chest. “Now you.”

“Am I…good enough?”

Revali’s eyes widen, he opens his mouth for a retort or maybe a gentle barb, but can’t muster up the strength to speak. This would be opportunity enough for you to make jabs at him, call him out for all his bullshit bravado and ego. But you can’t.

“Link and the princess already represent the Hylian people, Princess Zelda has also great knowledge of the Sheikah technology so…is there even a point to my being here? You’re the master archer, I don’t… I shouldn’t.”

“You are absolutely worth it.”

You look up, not realizing your gaze had fallen to the ground, and Revali leans in earnestly.

“You absolutely have a purpose here. Who else can stomach Daruk’s cooking? I certainly can’t, and you have consistently talked him out of using rocks.”

“But –”

“Need I remind you that Mipha is an unabashedly adorable introvert? Beyond Link and the princess, you got her talking to the rest of us.”

“Well, I –”

“And another thing.” Revali says coyly. “You have sparred with Urbosa, a trained Gerudo warrior, and have not died.”

“She’s never going to want to kill me, you goof.”

“You never know.” Revali shrugs. “Furthermore, you’ve put up with me pretty well despite my…”

“Overwhelming ego? Annoying and frustrating sense of pride? Your unabashed need to critique everyone?”

“My, my. I’d say that bothered you some, songbird.” Revali freezes, you can practically hear the realization hit him square in the face. “Have I…contributed to your doubt?”

The flat look on your face serves as an ample enough answer.

“…you could have mentioned this sooner.” Revali mumbles.

“I thought I was being pretty damn obvious. I’m always in a bad mood after I talk to you.”

“I thought I’d tired you out.”

“You do.”

“Oh.” The Rito casts a look around the stable, anyone staring immediately turns away.

“Look. I’m not mad at you, not really. Our personalities clash, that’s fine, but if you could just tone it down a bit, you can continue teasing me. But nicely!”

Revali swings his head around with an unreadable expression, he folds his arms over his chest and sighs deeply through his nose. After a moment, he stands up and comes to sit on your bed, eyeing the bandage he tied around your ankle.

“I still need to apologize. If I’m going to be remembered at all, I want to be remembered well.”
“OK…?”

“So, I’m sorry.” He bows his head. “You hairless wrinkly monkey.”

“That’s it. I’m having roasted chicken tonight.”

(Y/N)!”