i dunno shut up

Heard this guy, whatever his name is (i saw Robbie go around? why? o-O ), is becoming another ego now, so naturaly I had to add him to the bunch with the others :D (he’s now in the original post as well) I also made him a little more…zombie like (?), with alll the cuts and stuff, cuz why not, he’s a zombie after all ;)

Have a Zombie Jackie~

I DON’T KNOW.


In which Genos is easily impressed by everything Saitama does p.2 ???

Egg n’ Toaster  ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

anyways i know this is UnrealisticTM but i am like. always and eternally laughing abt the concept of the entire extended family slowly coming to learn about the Family Treason over the years? like already in canon the fact that aramis SLEPT with the QUEEN is like the worst-kept most dangerous secret in france for majority of the show, so why not expand that and for good measure make it even more comedically inclined?

i just keep thinking like esp now that hes first minister and him and anne get to RAISE THEIR KID TOGETHER AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER, more and more people harbor suspicions abt it bc like. they have very little chill. but ofc anne is smart enough to surround herself only with people she trusts, and, also, shes just a really lit queen regent so most people like her, and as such its not nearly as big of a problem as it might have once been. instead of stress, it just causes general hilarity? like? imagine sylvie and elodie finding out? one day athos is like ‘okay if u are part of this family i should probably tell you this’ and sylvies like what u mean that the king is aramis’s kid and athos nearly passes out right there before sylvie’s like ‘yeah that was pretty obvious but dont worry babe im just supremely perceptive’

elodie on the other hand is asked by anne to educate her on the finer points of cooking edible food and always brings marie cessette w her, as she should, and ofc aramis always makes time to come coo at his niece and elodie has to be like ‘ur majesty ur letting the food burn again’ bc anne keeps getting distracted looking at aramis holding a baby (anne continues to be so embarrassing but so relatable) and ofc, i feel like elodie is one of those women who is like [eye emoji] about these things in other women (u know how some women are just Perceptive like that) so she goes home and is like porthos not that this family isnt wild enough as it is but do u want to explain this to me maybe?

even more pure is the idea that the kids slowly one by one find out – louis himself first when hes sixteen (lmao tfw i wrote a whole fic about this) and then marie cessette, and raoul, and alexandre, etc etc, like u know when ur kids and ur not really in on the hot family gossip but the older u get the more privy u become to ur family’s dirty laundry and WILD HISTORY? (this family has some very wild history, i mean,) so yeah i just imagine all the kids chilling in some private place (theyre not RECKLESS, just unchill) and someone mentions louis’s paternity and like alexandre, being the youngest, practically falls off his chair like Ww H A T;;

(and marie cessette is like “u didnt KNOW?” and alexandre is very shook. it takes him a few days to wrap his head around it and marie cessette keeps laughing like ‘alexandre its so OBVIOUS’)

anyways. most dangerous yet most badly kept secret in france should be a continuing trend, is what im saying here

dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

Louder {Calum Hood Smut}

PAIRING: Calum/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 5000+
REQUESTED: Nope :)

Hope you like this! Sorry if it’s a bit shorter than the others!

~*~

“Admit it mate,” Michael scoffed, “You’re just no good in the sack.”

Calum took another swig of his beer, propping his feet up on Luke’s coffee table, leaning back on the couch and giving his friend a hard glare. Michael could insult whatever he wanted about Calum–it was how their relationship worked–except his ability to pleasure his longtime girlfriend.

“I’m great in the sack,” Calum protested, staring his blue-haired friend down. Luke cleared his throat uncomfortably from beside Calum, “Guys, are you seriously debating this?”

Michael went on as though he hadn’t heard the blonde boy, “Whenever Ashton and Eve are on tour with us, you can hear them banging in the hotel room three doors down. And yet I’ve never heard Y/N make a single noise.”

“Hey!” Ashton yelled from where he sat at his drum kit, adjusting the positioning of his cymbals, “Don’t get my girlfriend involved in this! We’re not that loud.”

“Yeah you are,” Cal scoffed, leaning his head back on the couch, “Look, just cause you haven’t heard my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m shit in bed.”

Michael snorted, “It kind of does. Just saying.”

Calum rolled his brown eyes, forcing himself to disregard whatever Michael said. He was just jealous that Calum had a gorgeous girlfriend to fuck him on a daily basis, whereas Michael only had his hand.

“So,” Luke snapped Calum out of his thoughts, “For the cottage, I was thinking we head up the first week of August. You guys cool with that?”

There were murmured agreements in response, and just like that, the topic switched. But while Calum tried as hard as he could to listen to his mates talk about the swimming, parasailing and hiking, his mind reeled.

He was going to prove Michael wrong.

~*~

Calum unlocked the front door to his shared apartment a few hours later, traipsing inside. Immediately, the smell of lasagna invaded his nostrils, and he breathed in, smiling faintly.

As he neared the kitchen, a faint humming sound could be heard, and his smile only grew wider. He stood in the doorway silently, studying his beautiful girlfriend.

Her hair had been tossed up into a messy bun, a few strands falling out and framing her face perfectly. She wore a coal black pencil skirt–the one she knew drove him crazy–and a light blue blouse, which had been untucked from the waistband and now fell free of the confinement. She’d scrubbed her makeup off, and she gleamed, radiating beauty. Calum was suddenly overcome with adoration.

In front of her was a plate with enough lasagna for two. She was sprinkling a few basil leaves onto the creation, wanting to make it presentable. She was such a perfectionist.

He walked up to her slowly, not wanting to make any noise. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her jump. She gasped, “Calum Thomas, you scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Calum said, smiling lightly and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He kissed the beginning of her spine as she relaxed into his arms, brushing her hands free of any leftover basil spice.

“I made lasagna,” she announced quietly as Calum’s fingers played with the white buttons of her blue blouse. He hummed appreciatively, his fingers moving so that he was now running them up and down her sides daintily. She suppressed a shudder.

“Stop,” she whispered, turning around in her boyfriend’s grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “How was Luke’s?”

Calum shrugged, making a face, remembering Michael’s taunting, “Same old. I’m just glad to be back here–,” on cue, his hand slipped down her body and gave her backside a firm squeeze, making her jump, “–with you.”

He grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes, blowing some hair off of her forehead. She leaned in, pressing a curt kiss to Calum’s full lips, before turning back around and reaching for the tray of lasagna.

She wriggled out of his grasp–much to his dismay–and walked over to the table, setting the meal down and retrieving cutlery from the drawers of the kitchen. Calum sighed dramatically before opening the cupboard to his right and pulling out two glasses, handing them to her. He then opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.

“Any news on the cottage?” Y/N asked, pulling out her chair and sitting down. Calum tried to pry his eyes away from the perfect curve of her ass as he walked over, setting the bottle of ginger ale down and slipping into his own seat.

He’d been with Y/N for three years, six months, and eighteen days–not that he kept track. Even before they’d begun dating, Calum had loved her since he was sixteen years old–and now here he was, at twenty-five, touring the world and sleeping beside the most beautiful girl on the planet almost every night. Y/N was studying at university to become a teacher, maybe even a professor, and Calum couldn’t have been prouder.

“Yeah,” Cal replied, holding out his plate as she sliced a piece of lasagna, giving it to him. He cut a small piece before putting it in his mouth and swallowing quickly, “First week of August, I think. Will you be able to go?”

Y/N stopped chewing her own slice. Pausing and thinking for a moment, she replied, “Two weeks. Yeah, summer classes end next week. I’m good.”

Calum smiled widely at her before biting into his lasagna again and humming, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “Fuck, I love your cooking.”

His girlfriend giggled and pouted playfully, “I knew that was why you’re with me.”

“For sure,” Calum replied, swallowing heavily and taking a sip of his drink, “Not because I’m totally in love with you, or anything like that.”

“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to pass off her embarrassment and hopefully avert Calum’s attention away from her blossoming blush. She drummed her fingers on the table, triggering dirty thoughts in Calum’s mind of what exactly he’d do to her on the table–and what he’d done before.

He shook his head free of those thoughts as Y/N’s eyes lit up suddenly, “I forgot to tell you. Hoskins returned our assignments today, and I got a ninety-three!”

“Are you serious?” Calum almost choked on his food. His girlfriend nodded excitedly, a small squeak slipping out. Covering his mouth and coughing a bit, Calum finally regained his composure, sputtering hoarsely, “That’s amazing sweetheart. I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N tucked a fallen wisp of hair behind her ear and gazed at him with bright eyes.

Maybe it was the way her eyes widened, the mischievous glimmer within them. Maybe it was that fucking pencil skirt and the blouse that had somehow come undone at the very top, exposing a small amount of cleavage. Hell, maybe it was the lasagna.

But Calum was suddenly pushing his chair back, hearing it echo out a loud screech. Y/N looked up at him in confusion and opened her mouth, a mere rush of air escaping her before Calum was beside her, tugging her up.

“What are–?”

His lips were on hers, swallowing her sentence. She let out a sigh into his mouth, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Calum quickly reached for the buttons on her top, undoing them hastily and cursing when he was unable to get the last one. In his rush, he simply ripped it.

“Cal!” His girlfriend scolded him, but he shut her up again with another longing kiss. After a few second, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, “I fucking love you.”

And before she could respond, he picked her up and brought her into the bedroom to show her how much of it he really meant.

~*~

“How could you have not enjoyed that?” Ashton looked at his girlfriend as though she had just stolen all of his Vegemite. In response, Eve just giggled, shoving her boyfriend playfully as the group of six walked along the dusty path back to their cottage.

“I didn’t like it either,” Michael chimed in, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He’d been ecstatic when he’d walked into the cottage, only to find a PS4 and a flat screen television mounted on the wall.

But Ashton had dragged him off onto a nature walk along with the rest of the group. Calum hadn’t minded, even though he was a bit tired from the long drive to the cottage.

“Ash, baby, not everyone likes hiking,” Eve explained gently. She winced and leaned down, scratching at her left thigh, “I think I got, like, seventeen mosquito bites.”

“I’m sorry,” Ashton pulled Eve in by her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. Luke, Michael and Calum all pretended to dry-heave onto the path.

“Oh, stop it,” Calum’s actions merited a swat on the arm from Y/N. She was watching Ash and Eve with a fond expression on her face, seeming almost longing. Calum grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, planting a short kiss on her palm.

“Not you too!” Luke cried. In a childish manner, he ran past the rest of the group down the trail, where the cottage stood in plain view. Halfway there, he tripped on a rock and stumbled, causing everyone to laugh.

“Awkward turtle,” Y/N grinned before taking off, catching up to Luke and helping him stand, smiling up at him once he did so. Calum wasn’t even jealous.

All he could do was stare at his gorgeous girl. The way her denim shorts hugged her ass perfectly, how her striped yellow and white tank top showed just the right amount of chest. She wore black Nike running shoes, and a camera hung from her neck, filled with photos of Ashton and the scenery.

He’d insisted on taking a photo with practically every tree in the forest.

The sun was setting by the time the group reached the moderately sized cottage. There were three bedrooms–one for Eve and Ashton, for Michael and Luke, and one for Calum and Y/N. The cottage stood facing a lake with a dock, which they hadn’t had the pleasure of exploring yet, but they would definitely take this into account tomorrow.

“Movie?” Michael yelled as soon as he walked through the door. Everyone agreed except for Ashton and Eve, who claimed that they were going to hit the sack earlier. Calum just smirked, knowing the actual reason why.

Eve was a nice girl. She had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, along with a shower of freckles decorating her face. She was almost as tall as Ashton, and was much more of an introvert than her boyfriend.

But fuck, was she ever loud.

“I’m going to change,” Y/N announced quickly before sauntering up the steps of the cottage.

Calum watched her hips sway as she climbed, subconsciously licking his lips. He only snapped out of it when Luke snickered and shoved him forcefully.

“What movie should we watch?” Michael questioned, already crouching down to retrieve the remote from the arm of one of the black leather sofas in the living room. The room had hardwood flooring, a fireplace, and was decorated with pictures of Luke’s family from previous years of venturing up north to the lake.

“What about–?” Luke began, but Calum cut him off quickly.

“We aren’t watching Mean Girls, Lucas.”

“Why the fuck not?” Luke whined, crossing his arms and flopping down onto the couch. He grabbed a lacy decorative pillow and hugged it to his chest, pouting.

“Shut up Luke,” Michael said indifferently, as though the phrase had grown to become a reflex. Luke scoffed and simply watched the television with interest as Michael began scrolling along Netflix.

“What’s taking Y/N so long?” Calum muttered aloud accidentally.

His thoughts had strayed to the beautiful piece of ass who was probably half-naked just upstairs, a short distance away from him. The mere thought of his girlfriend in underwear send a rush of heat through Calum, and he turned around, subtly trying to conceal his growing erection, “I’ll be right back.”

Luke giggled, “Use protection!” He called out as Calum began climbing the stairs.

When he was halfway up the flight, Calum heard Michael tease, “What for? Y/N’s so quiet you wouldn’t even know they were fucking!”

This made Calum freeze and clench his fists. He had half a mind to storm back downstairs and punch Michael, but then he decided that he would use this as motivation–it spurred him on.

Y/N gasped when Calum opened the door, seeming afraid that it would be someone else. When she saw her boyfriend enter, she relaxed, dropping the tank top she had clutched to her chest a moment before.

“Jesus,” she breathed, “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Sorry darling,” Calum chuckled sheepishly before crossing his arms over his body and pulling his shirt off swiftly. Right before the fabric obscured his eyes, he could see his girlfriend bite down on his lip, eyeing his torso briefly. He smirked to himself.

“Everything okay?” He asked, dropping his shirt to the floor and walking over to Y/N. She nodded. She wore a pain of tight black shorts that reached just below her ass, and her plain black bra was the only thing adorning her upper half. Her hair had been braided loosely, a few strands already falling out.

Calum wrapped his arms around her stomach and placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder. She fiddled with the top in her hands.

“You sure?” He asked, “You seem stressed.”

“I’m not stressed,“ Y/N sighed, “Okay, I’m a bit worried. Just–just about classes starting up again.”

Calum sponged a trail of kisses up her neck, shocked at his girlfriend’s words, “What? Sweetheart, you just began your break.”

“I know,” Y/N said, defeated, “And that’s what sucks. What if I don’t do well Cal? I want to teach, I want to be successful. What if I fuck it up?”

“You’re being so irrational right now,” Calum said sternly. He spun her around, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking down at her, “You’re stressed, and you don’t have to be. You only have–what?–one year left? You won’t fuck anything up, because you want this. And what you want, you get, remember? It worked with me.”

He added the last bit cheekily, referring to how she had pursued him and not the other way around. She’d been confident, even being the one to ask him out. And now Calum couldn’t get enough of the goddess standing in front of him.

Y/N cracked a smile and wrapped her arms around Calum. When their bare skin met, Calum suppressed a shiver. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his girlfriend’s head, his hand dipping lower on her back slowly.

“What do you say I lessen some of this stress?” He murmured, smirking. She pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Now? Calum!”

“What?” He grinned, his fingers finally finding her ass and kneading it roughly, just how she liked. She leaned into him subconsciously as he continued, “Come on darling. Just let me make you feel good.”

“Calum…” She warned. She looked up at him, and he stuck out his bottom lip in the pout that he knew drove her crazy. She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull his lips down to hers.

“Fuck,” Cal groaned, “I love your lips.”

Y/N giggled lightly, pulling back just a it, her lips still brushing his as she breathed, “We have to be quiet.”

Calum let out a growl, knowing that being quiet was the opposite of what he wanted her to do. He was going to make her scream, make Michael hear it, make his bandmates never question his skills in bed again.

“Sure,” he smirked, “Whatever you say.” His intentions were a stark opposite to what she asked. It took a lot to make his girl vocal, but Calum had never been a quitter.

With that, he connected their lips again. Calum’s hands ran down the expanse of Y/N’s bare back, finally coming to rest on her ass and squeezing gently, making her sigh and lean into him. Their lips fought for dominance, Calum’s winning…as they always did.

He picked Y/N up and brought her to the bed, dropping her on it and causing her to let out a small laugh. Calum smiled at the sound, completely in love with the half-naked girl.

“God, I adore you,” Calum sighed, climbing on top of her. She smiled and tangled her fingers in his raven hair, kissing him again. His hands swept up and down her body as she subtly ground her hips up against his. He pulled back, cocking an eyebrow.

“For someone who was so against the idea a few minutes ago,” he teased, “You sure are into this.”

“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N just rolled her eyes, bringing his mouth back to hers. She parted her lips, letting her boyfriend’s tongue slip inside. For the next few minutes, they made out, slight grinds and swivels of hips being the only alteration to the pattern.

Calum prided himself on being able to kiss her for five minutes before letting his hands wander. In fact, it was a miracle that he could go thirty seconds. He loved her body.

But once those five minutes were up, he was shot to hell. Unable to control himself, his hands slipped down her body, tugging frantically on her shorts, wanting them off.

She complied, helping him shimmy them down, leaving her in plain black panties. Calum looked down and cursed at the sight of her legs and thighs, wishing more than anything they were wrapped around his head.

“Fuck baby,” he sighed, and then he got an idea. His eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning, and he grinned at her.

“Sit on my face.”

“W-what?” Y/N spluttered, taken aback at the command. Calum didn’t blame her; she’d only done it once before, and even then, it hadn’t been anything too extraordinary. Perhaps it was because that had been back in their early stages of dating, where things were still slightly awkward and new.

“Come on,” Cal coaxed, “It’ll feel good.”

She eyed him skeptically before eventually sighing, deciding that there was no use in arguing. Calum flipped them over, laying on his back, and Y/N shed her panties, inching her way up his body. Finally, her centre was situated right above Calum’s face.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he complimented, staring at her swollen clit and her slick lips. From where he lay, he saw her put her hands above his head and look down at him fearfully.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, his arms winding around her thighs, “It’ll feel nice, trust me.”

With that, he dove in.

She was already shaking. Calum licked a stripe up her core, sucking briefly on her clit before repeating the action. She gasped lightly, but even then, it was almost inaudible. Calum wanted her to scream.

“Come on baby,” he murmured against her clit, sending vibrations up her body and making her shudder, “Louder.”

“Calum, they’re,” she gasped again as he sucked on her lips, collecting all of her arousal, “–they’re right downstairs.”

Calum smirked. He knew. And that was precisely why he wanted her to be louder. Instead of responding, he poked his tongue out, trailing it around her hole, teasing her by dipping it in, only to retract it just as quickly. Her right hand was gripping the headboard, the other buried in his hair as she bit her lip to stay quiet.

“Calum, please,” she whispered, grinding her body slightly down on his face. He dug his fingers into her thighs and she closed her eyes, trying to control herself.

Calum took the term “eating out” to an entirely new level. As soon as the words passed her lips, he was nipping at her clit and thrusting his tongue inside of her at a speedy pace. She gasped yet again, but this time, it was a bit louder, mixed in with a slight whine.

Calum smiled smugly. Baby steps.

“I’m going to come,” Y/N whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Calum could feel her body tensing above him. This only spurred him on. He made loud, obscene slurping sounds as his tongue delved inside on her and his teeth grazed against her bud.

All that could be heard was the sound of faint gasps and Calum sucking up her wetness. Her fingers raked along his scalp, nails digging in slightly as she gnawed on her lip, the pink skin turning white. Her knuckles matched in colour as she gripped the headboard tightly.

“Calum,” she breathed, her body slumping as she came.

Calum watched her intently. Her head hung, allowing him to see her face. Her eyes were closed lightly, and her mouth formed an ‘o’ as her climax rocked her body. God, she was beautiful when she came.

But Calum still wasn’t satisfied. Because she wasn’t convulsing on top of him, she wasn’t moaning loudly, she wasn’t yelling out curses like he wanted her to.

So, he guessed, if you don’t succeed, try again.

Calum wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, flipping them over quickly. Her eyes were closed, still basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Slowly, they opened, only to meet Calum’s stony, hard ones.

“What was that?” He practically hissed, “I said ‘louder’, didn’t I?”

“What?” She said meekly, her eyes tired. His hand snaked down her body, finding her sensitive clit and rubbing harshly, her pussy wet with the fluids she had just released.

She cried out, arching her body into his as a reflex, and Calum grinned deviously. There. That was what he wanted. Now, if only he could get her to make that noise again.

“Calum,” she breathed, “What are you–what are you doing? I’m done.”

“Well I’m fucking not,” he growled, ducking his head to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He sucked on her collarbones, sure to leave marks afterwards.

“Up,” he barked, pushing himself off of her. Wearily, she sat up, and Calum’s arms wrapped around her torso, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra effortlessly. He gripped her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

“Let’s try this again,” he said sternly, “Louder.”

She whimpered in response, and he moved to the edge of the bed. There was a visible tent in his shorts, but he didn’t care. He wanted to let Michael know who was pleasuring her so well.

Calum positioned Y/N on his right thigh. She looked at him confusedly and opened her mouth, no doubt to ask him what he was doing. But she cut herself off with her own gasp as Calum began tapping his foot against the floor.

“Oh my God,” she breathed as she bounced. Calum could see the friction making her go crazy.

The denim of his shorts rubbed up against her oversensitive clit, making her jaw slacken and her eyes close. She was completely naked on top of him, and Calum fondled her breasts, providing more pleasure.

Her hands shot out, palms gripping onto his tan shoulders. Her head fell back as her body slowly became acquainted to the divine feeling, and Calum couldn’t help but to smirk at her.

“Feel good?” He breathed hotly in her ear, his thumbs tweaking her nipples. She nodded frantically, short, breathy gasps escaping her lips.

Calum growled in response, and a hard smack landed on her ass. She squealed and jumped forward, her eyes shooting open and staring at her boyfriend in shock.

“Then fucking show it,” he hissed. She sighed as his shorts kept rubbing against her clit, stimulating her. Calum snarled, “Louder.”

“Calum,” she whined, and he smiled in satisfaction. He could tell her second orgasm was approaching. Her eyebrows crept up her forehead and her body was stiffening. Calum’s foot continued its relentless tapping, bouncing her.

“Do you like that, baby?” He questioned, leaning in to bite on her shoulder lightly.

“Yes!” She cried out, her voice cracking slightly. Calum grabbed her hips once he felt her pace slow down, knowing she was close. He moved her forwards and backwards forcefully, the sensation becoming almost too much for her to handle. She moaned and let her forehead drop against his shoulder, her second climax taking over.

She shook in his arms and let small, breathy curses out every so often. “Calum, Calum,” she kept whimpering, and his heart swelled.

Once she had finished, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. There was a wet patch on his shorts, but he didn’t give a damn. Shedding his bottoms, he stepped out of them, also pulling off his boxers. He crawled onto the bed where his spent girlfriend lay, his fingers caressing her hip as he leaned down.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back slightly, stretching it. Releasing it, he brushed his fingertips up her side, “One more time, baby.”

“C-Calum, I can’t,” she eked out. He chuckled, “You can. Face down, ass up. Come on.”

She didn’t move. For a moment, Calum feared that he had pushed her too far, but then she whimpered, turning onto her stomach slowly. She mounted to her knees, pushing her ass into the air. Calum smiled.

“Good girl,” he cooed, placing himself behind her and rubbing soft circles into her back. He leaned down, trailing his tongue down her spine and feeling her shiver.

“Last one, sweetheart,” he assured her, his hands massaging her cheeks, “Be as loud as you can.”

He positioned himself at her dripping pussy and pushed in with a grunt. She cried out at the contact, her core spent and sensitive from her two previous orgasms. He tight walls hugged him like a blanket, and she closed her eyes.

Finally, Cal thought. He groaned as she clenched around him, his member hard and completely sheathed within her. Slowly, he pulled back out, only to thrust back in with force.

“Calum!” She yelled, her fingers digging into the duvet, twisting it and squeezing, her knuckles whitening. Calum chuckled, continuing at the relentless pace.

“God, you feel amazing,” he growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of her. He took a moment to pause, admiring the round globes of her ass and her back as he drove into her. The right side of her face was pressed against the mattress, her hair now completely free of any elastics. She was magnificent.

“I love you, darling,” Calum grunted, speeding up even further. He repeatedly sunk into her at an inhumane pace, the pleasure amounting to something that he only ever felt when he was with her.

His balls slapped against her skin with each thrust. Now, she was muttering curses and moaning out his name every time Calum rammed into her. He moaned loudly, matching her pitch.

“I love you, Calum,” she whimpered loudly, her fingers twitching. Her body tensed up and her sweet pussy clenched, squeezing his shaft like a lifeline. Calum cursed and continued on, determined to get her to her final high of the night.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he ordered breathlessly.

She shot off into a pool of pleasure, Calum’s words tipping her off the edge. He watched her body as she came, how it shook and convulsed underneath him, how her hips shuddered under his fingertips. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Calum, fuck!” She screamed. He was too caught up in pleasure to even acknowledge the fact that she’d finally screamed his name, too busy to be smug.

Because at that moment, her pussy locked down on his length, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. And Calum let go, releasing inside of her, her fluttering walls milking him for everything he was worth. He stiffened and a yell tore from his throat, shooting his load deep inside her warm passage.

And then he slumped on top of her. She was shuddering with the aftermath of her orgasm, small whimpers falling from her mouth. Calum wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“’M sorry,” he murmured, “Did I go too far?”

She responded after a few seconds, “No. Was–was just unexpected, that’s all.”

“M-kay,” Calum sighed, nuzzling his face into her neck tiredly. Gingerly, she turned around, but she smiled sleepily at him, “We should do that more often.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She giggled softly before there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Calum called out, his voice slightly hoarse. Y/N buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s Michael!” came a voice from behind the wood, “And I just wanted to say that you’re both disgusting! Oh, and Calum? I hate you!”

Y/N giggled and Calum chuckled lowly. Michaels footsteps faded away. Calum looked down at his wonderful girlfriend, smiling at how serene she appeared.

And then…

“We didn’t use a condom, did we?”

~*~

And that’s how Calum came to hold the most adorable little girl in his arms. She had dark, chestnut hair like his, his eyes, but her mother’s nose and smile. Her thumb was in her mouth as she slept.

Calum set her down in her little twin sized bed, dodging all of the toys that littered the floor. She was a spoiled little princess, but Calum wouldn’t have wanted her any other way. She was one of the two things he loved most in this world.

And then Calum snuck back out of her room and tiptoed down the hall. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, seeing the other thing he loved most curled up, her hair tied in a messy bun. She wore a tank top and pyjama shorts, and she was also fast asleep.

Calum eased into bed beside her, sighing as he wrapped an arm around her. He felt as though he could scale a mountain and scream at the top of his lungs, scream how grateful he was, how amazing his life had turned out.

Louder, and louder. Until his voice betrayed him. Until his throat was raw and his eyes were shiny with emotion.

Louder.

~*~

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anonymous asked:

you feed trolls that attack chase while he just brushes it off (slam thingy)

its true im super defensive & its like one of my absolute worst flaws that i hate about myself

Wolverine x reader

Originally posted by geekybasket

Quick info: While I was writing this around the midway point I started watching the first X-men movie for the first time ever and realized that this relationship I created is really similar to the one Logan has with Rogue. I apologize for this, wasn’t my intention at all.

(the Professor X mentioned is Steward’s age so the story takes place pretty recently. Around ‘the last stand’)


You were sitting on the couch, looking at the sexy lumberjack from afar and fumbling with your levitating pendant. It was moving in the air between your fingers by itself. Well… Not exactly by itself, you were still using your powers but it was there.

Logan was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, reading some newspaper and you just so happened to be bored and ready to annoy him again.

You stood up from your place, walking over to him, swinging your hips as much as you could. You yawned loudly and jumped onto he counter, sitting your ass down just inches away from his newspaper.

“What are you doing?” He asked, emotionless.

“Sitting.” He looked up at you for a split second before returning his gaze down again.

“Get your ass off the counter.”

“Why.”

“Because it’s not a seat.”

“Is your lap a seat cause I’d sit on that.” You replied, boldly. Logan looked up again, looking rather annoyed.

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like obviously there are some parallels to 17776 and homestuck, mainly the way it’s structured, but i’m also really getting a wtnv / car boys vibe off of it too? like almost more so? just the bizarre and surreal packaged as this totally normal, suburban thing with this underlying sense of existential dread

its not even the story as much as the aesthetic or feel it gives me i dunno

Dunno… I just miss them, y’know?
I miss my old pals, I don’t know what went wrong down the road… did I become bitter? did I made a fool of myself? did I choose the wrong path?

I know I did something, I lost some of the people I loved the most… I am sure they hate me, or at least some of them dislike me, dislike knowing about me, dislike my existence.

Its nothing to be frown upon, I am not a golden coin, and people is allowed to dislike and even hate me, it just… feels painful keeping in mind I used to laugh and love this people so much.

It really hurts losing friends… 

“When he pulled the now pale skinned platinum blonde from the chemicals he felt an odd sensation… It wasn’t hatred, it wasn’t irritation. So what could it have been? When she flashed him a grin it hit him, it was much more than he had realized he could feel. It ran deeper in him than his negativity, it was more consuming than his hatred. This woman was not who she once was, she was someone else. Someone more like him, someone he could relate to. And it was all his own doing, he knew that. He’d cracked the shell of the Harleen he’d once known and unleashed something else. The woman he held in his arms now was his creation, and for this, he was proud.”

Joker X Harley Week: Day 1- Pride