i feel some type of way about some of the tone here but whatever

between the devil & the deep blue sea (m)

cr. 

Words: 28,455. (rip)

Genre: Pirate Jimin au + smut, fluff, angst.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader.

Summary: “No matter the endeavour you were on, no matter the storms you encountered on rocky seas, or the possible threat of encountering blood-thirsty pirates, no one intrigued you or intimidated you more than the thought of him, of Park Jimin, the most notorious of pirates, the most brutal of men, the devil incarnate.”

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A Stupid Way to come up with Original Characters and Stories (That Somehow Works)
  • Find a character from a work you admire. Any media will do, but Children’s media works the best.
  • Ask yourself a few questions about the character in question. I don’t have a complete list, and the questions are likely going to vary, and most of this is coming off the top of my head, but yeah, here are a few suggestions.
    • Was there anything about this character that ticked you off? Maybe this character did something that you thought was ooc? Or maybe this character is too perfect and could use a few more flaws.
    • Does the medium or genre prevent the character from performing certain actions? Furthermore, do certain aspects of the characters life, including sex, gender, social status, and age prevent this character from acting in a certain way?
    • Is there something you want to see the character do that you know will never happen in the show?
    • And finally, is there anything you want to change about this character?
  • Rant to yourself or to tumblr about everything the show apparently did wrong. Constantly switch between getting mad at yourself for nitpicking a show you love and being mad at the work itself for not being 100% perfect. 
  • Scream into a pillow, make yourself some hot cocoa, eat a full dinner, and then take a hot shower. 
  • Get out a sketchpad or a word document or anything else you use to brainstorm and start drawing and or writing about the character in the show. But write the character the way you think they should be, as opposed to the way their presented in canon. 
    • Take into account that changing some aspects of your character will effect the story in some pretty big ways, especially if what you changed is an action the character performed. Maybe that Magical Princess ran away at a young age under the stress of becoming queen before joining a gang and ultimately becoming a crime boss? Maybe that Alien supervillain can be reformed by showing them the good things about the planet Earth. When you change an aspect of a story, justify the change by having it affect every other aspect of the story. Whatever you do, though, don’t handwave the change. Instead embrace it… those changes are where the heart of your story lies.
    • Don’t be afraid to add in elements from other works of fiction other than the one you’ve chosen. Most of the plot elements of Gravity falls and Rick and Morty, for example, are just similar enough to make a meeting between Ford Pines and Rick Sanchez possible. 
  • Look over your work and note just how far you’ve drifted from canon. If you’ve changed the idea enough, it should feel kinda alien to the original work. If it’s too similar, then if might be a good idea to repeat the previous steps.
    • Some of the things to note include tone, genre, level of obscenity, and target demographic. Considering how fanworks typically go, we almost unconsciously make dark shows light and fluffy and light and fluffy shows dark and gritty. This can be a good thing when done right.
    • The humour of the work will also depends on the type of humour you feel comfortable writing. Sometimes your humour will be almost exactly like the original work, and sometimes it’ll be drastically different. Aim for the latter.
    • If you added in elements from another work of fiction, then certain patterns are inevitably going to be formed. using the Rick and Morty/ Gravity Falls fandom above, one can’t help but make Ford and Rick foils of each other; two interdimensional science dorks, but one has a stronger sense of morality. The character reactions between the two of them is dripping with potential that we’ll never see in canon, because these two shows air on different networks and are aimed at different target demographics.
  • If necessary, repeat the process again, but this time apply this to your version of the character. Continue until your happy with what you have.
  • Finally, rename the characters, and if you’re an artist, re-draw them as well. The new names and designs should reflect the character you wrote, not the character you were inspired by. 
  • And bam, you just made something original. 

Now obviously, this isn’t the only way to make characters or write stories… artists tend to draw from real life just as often as they reference other works of fiction. But the great thing about this process is that it depends entirely on your own personal interpretation of not only the work of fiction in question, but also of how the world around you works. I believe that we, as humans, are natural complainers and nitpickers, constantly believing ourselves to be the sole authority on how the world should work. On one hand, it might be easy to just rant about it and call it a day, but I believe these rants hold quite a lot of creative potential. Writing isn’t about coming up with something wholly new and original… story telling is pretty much limited to the human experience, and we’ll always fall back on something familiar (note the tropeless tale)… instead, its about writing about the familiar in a new way.

Thoughts?

Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater. 

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable. 

He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

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Things NOT To Do When Studying

I was going through some old papers from freshman year and I was thinking about what I was doing wrong when I didn’t achieve the grades I wanted, even though I got As in my classes. What things could I have done better to get a 100 instead of a 96? I don’t ask myself this so much as to be a perfectionist (even though I am one). I ask myself these questions because: 1) I must not have had a completely solid understanding of the material if I couldn’t get a 100 on it. 2) Maybe my less-than-stellar test-taking skills got in the way. 3) I’m a tutor, so I want to be sure I understand everything thoroughly enough to help others with the material.

I may add to this later, so you can always check out the original post here. As always, feel free to comment or message me if you want to add something to this list!

General:

  • Don’t simply read over your notes to study. It doesn’t work. You might pick up pieces here and there or even memorize certain things verbatim, but reading something 20 times is very inefficient. Your brain learns by making connections, so if you’re only straight reading the material you’re not making extra connections. You’re much better off going through your notes to make your own questions and quizzing yourself on them, marking down connections as you read (either in the margin or by literally connecting them in the text with a pen), or creating a study sheet (whether in text format or a mind map).
  • Don’t simply highlight, either. While there is a proper way to highlight, most people I see using a highlighter are doing it wrong. If you’re the person who highlights 90% of the paragraph, I’m talking about you. Okay, so highlighting is physically more active than glancing over your notes 20 times, but it’s about equally as effective if you’re highlighting everything. I recommend instead highlighting (or marking with eraseable pencil) things you want to go back to later. But, again, highlighting and reading alone is not useful. Go back to your highlighted parts to reread something that was hard to understand the first time, a topic you want to revisit to make a review sheet, etc. Whatever you use it for, make sure the purpose is to quickly find information later, not simply so you can read those things again. Try making a study sheet, in your own words, based off of your highlighting.
  • Don’t forget to write things down. And I don’t mean just in your planner when you have homework or papers due. This isn’t so much about getting absolutely everything down in terms of notes, either, I have a separate post regarding that. But in class you should always write down questions you have and the answer.  If you don’t get a chance to ask during class, ask ASAP whether it’s directly to your teacher or asking a classmate. If it’s that important, do some research on it, too. Also, make sure you write down information on due dates or paper topics. You probably already do that, but I would recommend having a piece of paper with you every day where you can write anything important down like dates and to-dos to organize all in one shot. If you simply write down “paper due” in a block in your planner before rushing to the next you may not see that reminder until close to the due date. I like to take all of the information on the piece of paper (which also has my day planned out and a to-do list) right when I get up in the morning so I’m prepared for the day and don’t forget anything.

What I Did Wrong:

  • Don’t take it easy at the start of the semester. To be perfectly honest, I’ve pretty much always done that, but my freshman year of college it wasn’t a huge deal since I pretty much already took those classes. Sophomore year, however, everything was new, so memorization and understanding didn’t come quite as easily. The harder your classes are, the more essential this is, especially if you actually want to sleep during finals week. The best thing you can do is start doing work before the semester even starts if you have a syllabus handy, or even just looking through your books to see what’s ahead. While everyone else is doing fun things the night of that first day, make sure you get some work done first before you have your fun. This sets the tone for the rest of the semester and gets you into the habit of working. Don’t let yourself get behind! It’s easier to stay ahead than it is to struggle catching up.
  • Don’t leave your notes to rot after class. Meaning, do something with them right after class! … or at least ASAP. Mark them up, edit them, rework them, copy or type them (if your handwriting sucks like me), or, best of all, write a short summary. Take the several pages of notes you have and condense them into one or two paragraphs. Don’t worry about the details, just make sure you’re hitting on the key points. As a bonus, you can type up some questions based off of your notes to save for later studying (details are allowed here). Everything will be fresh, making this a much easier process than if you did it right before the test. At the end of the week, make a summary of your summaries and quiz yourself on the questions you made. You’ll probably want to use those questions again, so try to reword them or even combine them into bigger questions that cover many topics. That way you’re being active with the material and will actually understand what you’re answering as opposed to parroting.
  • Don’t make study sheets by copying off of something else. Yes, I made this mistake. I wasn’t copying initially, but rather, using a review book as a reference to make study sheets. However, the more I was pressed for time the less I started putting things into my own words. Now, this wasn’t a big deal in terms of legality, since I kept them to myself, but it didn’t turn out to be all that helpful in the end. If you want to make study sheets, you could either take concepts you’ve been learning and put them together in different ways or make a summary in your own words. I recommend both, but whatever you do, make sure you’re actually creating something new or else you’re not going to remember it. For example, in organic chemistry I took the reactions and grouped them in different ways (by subtstrate, reactants, products, etc.) as a reference while studying. The act of sorting and looking through the reactions in order to make the sheets helped me remember them, then I had the sheets to look at while doing practice to help me memorize them further.
  • Don’t save the bulk of lab work for after the lab and don’t wait to write your report. By this I’m referring to the post-lab report. Spend the extra time while prepping your pre-lab materials to start your report! You’re expected to know the theory behind your labs before you perform them, so writing the introduction to your report should not be a problem. If it is, then you’ll be glad you took the time to understand the lab before you tried actually doing it. By doing this you may also find that you have questions that can be answered by the professor before you get confused in the middle of a procedure. Also make sure you have data tables prepared (not just in your notebook, but in the report file to fill in after) and anything else you’ll need to take down data. Once the lab is finished do the report immediately. Everything you did will be fresh and you’ll be glad you finished it well ahead of the deadline. At this point you can show your lab to your professor and get any corrections fixed so you’re ashooin’ for an A!
  • Don’t try to write a paper in one shot. I understand if you feel like your papers flow better if you do it all in one shot, but at least make sure you plan it out thoroughly ahead of time before you actually write it all out. But even then, you will likely benefit from splitting your paper into chunks to tackle one day at a time. If you have a research paper that’s double-digit pages then you’ll be forced to do that anyway, but be sure you’re splitting up the work for small papers, as well. It may not seem like a big deal to do a short paper in one day, but if you end up having other assignments or tests due around the same time it might up your stress if you’re crunched for time trying to finish that “insignificant” paper while juggling a few other assignments as well as some test prep.

Advice Suggested By Others:

  • Don’t listen to distracting music while studying. To some degree, the types of music that are considered “distracting” vary when it comes to the subject you’re studying and personal preference. However, the general rule of thumb is that you avoid any sort of music with lyrics if you’re studying a subject that involves language. Art, math, and certain sciences are an exception if you’re working with pictures or numbers, since language usually doesn’t interfere with those things in the brain. But if you’re reading anything, even if it’s worded directions to a math or science problem, lyrics will probably be distracting. Some people suggest that listening to new music with lyrics is okay because you won’t be tempted to sing along with something you don’t know while others get distracted by hearing any type of language. Again, it’s truly up to you, but genres such as classical, jazz, and nature sounds are usually recommended. Heck, if you’re a musician and get distracted by any type of music, silence or brown noise may be the better option for you. (Suggested by aslongasitsfiction)
  • Don’t study in bed. Scientific studies have shown that doing anything in your bed that isn’t sleep or sex-related affects your ability to fall asleep in your bed. When your brain primarily associates your bed with sleep, it’s much easier to fall asleep. But having trouble sleeping in your bed isn’t the only part of the problem. While studying in your bed is really comfy, you’re also more likely to fall asleep if the association with sleep is strong enough. It’s generally recommended that you don’t even study in the same room as your bed, but as college students this may not be possible if you want to use your desk. So if you don’t want to make the trek out to a more secluded study space, at least try to make sure your desk doesn’t have your bed in view. Because let’s be honest, if you’re exhausted, simply seeing your bed might be enough to make you nod off. (Suggested by rare-footage and ane-mia)
  • Don’t go on tumblr. Okay, this may seem obvious, but sometimes a reminder is all you need to get off your computer! I suppose it’s better that you’re looking up information to help you study, but I think we both know what the better choice would be. (Suggested by oneofakindgizibe)
  • Don’t study in a place you can’t focus just because your friends are there. Us humans are social animals. We like being around other people. But this can cause you problems if you’re trying to study. Unless you’re in a productive study group, make sure you separate study time and social time. You’re probably more likely to gravitate towards fun, social things over studying, so make sure studying is a priority and you get it done before seeing your friends. If you have a roommate or two, then your dorm room is probably not the right place to study. Find a few of your focus hotspots and go there for your study time. (Suggested by fitspoforever)
  • Don’t forget the little things you know you’ll need. This includes but is not limited to things such as chargers, books, snacks, and water. You don’t want to be in-the-zone and all of the sudden realize you need to run back to your dorm room to get a book. And then 10 minutes later realize you’re hungry and need to run to the cafeteria. If you don’t already have certain things that are always in your bag, simply keep a list of things you generally need to bring with you, leave it as a reminder on your desk, and check it over before you hit the library. (Suggested by fitspoforever)
  • Don’t take naps while studying without setting an alarm. Or even better, avoid naps all together. If you’re like me, 15-minute naps usually turn into 2-hour events. But regardless, if you need to get some extra sleep, get the extra sleep. It’s better to take a nap when you know you need it as opposed to falling asleep on your desk unexpectedly when you have a paper you need to get done for the next day. 15-20 minutes the recommended time for a short nap, but if you need something more robust, try for 90 minutes or use sleepyti.me to figure out the right time to wake up. (Suggested by fitspoforever)
  • Don’t wear uncomfortable clothes. I personally find that “dressing for success” works really well for going to lectures and virtually everything else, but terribly if you’re hitting the library for a long study session. You’ll probably wanna look cute if you’re heading somewhere public, but just make sure you’re comfortable. Yoga pants are fine for the occasion! (Suggested by fitspoforever)
crossing the line | 02

genre ➝  teacher!au, college!au, smut
word count ➝  4.8k

part one. 

summary: Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and sighed, trying not to smirk as his mouth fell open, “Then you have to promise me something, Y/N,” he said, staring at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes that screamed pure lust, “You can’t tell anyone. You have to keep this between us.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Jungkook,” you whined, stretching out the vowels in his name as you sighed, “I thought you said you knew where we were going.” You added lightly, padding down the sidewalk just a couple blocks away from college as you let your pace quicken after his. 

Taking a second to slow down, he glanced back at you, “And I do,” he returned, his tone soft – almost sounding as if he was trying to calm you down, “Now come on.” He smiled as he gripped your wrist, surprising you a little as you froze but he merely yanked you from the slightly crowded sidewalk so you could scamper across to the other side of the street, just before a vehicle sped past you.

You were on your way to the shopping centre to get some new clothes for the new you. You wanted to reinvent yourself, to be completely bold – to feel super confident engaging in the unexpected. You could be whoever the hell you wanted to be as no one really knew you personally here, and that was the true beauty of this place. You didn’t want to be the lonely, quiet girl anymore and you sure as hell didn’t want to be shy and insecure anymore – you wanted to be the girl of Mr. Kim’s dreams.

You wanted him

Finally, your mind stopped wandering as Jungkook slyly laced your fingers together, causing you to spare a puzzled look down at your hands. You didn’t know what to make of it so you didn’t let go. Although it felt kinda weird, you were still sprinting quite fast and you merely brushed it off, shaking your head a little as he had quickly become your only close friend at the college.

Friends. That was all you were. 

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Past Lives

Originally posted by pleasegiveusreyloinepisodeviii

Request: @waiefu : “ok so reader is going to college away from home and they need a room mate so theyre looking at possible people they see kylo but misread as kylie reader sees they have a lot in common and assuming its a girl picks them anyway they show up at the dorm and see a dude”

Summary: Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.

A/N: Ok so I combined a request with an AU I had brewing in my mind for a long time (even before I started this blog hah), and hopefully you all enjoy it! And in case anyone was wondering, yes “Past Lives” by Borns is the song rec for this cause well, ya know. Feedback is welcome, and of course all credit for the triplet AU goes to @crylorenlo

Warnings: Language


Laying motionless in the snow, with flakes daintily dropping onto his pale flesh, Kylo stared up at the night sky. Blood matted his raven locks and smeared across his full lips, starkly contrasting his appearance. His body was spent, his mind reeling as the world around him seemed to fall into an unnatural silence. No matter how much his ears strained, there was nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen.

Left to his thoughts alone, Kylo slowly felt them consume him. Though there was nothing to be heard physically, Kylo’s psyche seemed to take on its own consuming presence, forcing him to acknowledge it.

So, this is what you received.

Kylo sighed faintly, the breath feeling heavy in his lungs.

A slow, painful and a depressingly lonely demise. Was it worth it?

Despite his inability to move or react, his eyes began to pool with tears. It was your voice. A voice that had disappeared into the furthest corner of his mind for years. Years he had lost to his poor decisions, including the one of the last night he ever laid eyes on you. 

Was taking the countless lives worth it? Destroying what the force created…was it worth it?

His eyes winced shut as his soiled body began to tremble. Slowly the tears started to slip down his cheeks, accompanying the flakes of snow.

“I’m sorry.”

He practically whispered, sounding much like a passing breeze. Lip quivering he choked out the words as he spoke again with his broken tone.

“I’m sorry…I-…it wasn’t worth it.”

His trembling grew fiercer as his body grew even weaker, seeming to ignore the creeping frigid temperature.

“I’m sorry…so sorry.”

Aside from his dying whimpers, the atmosphere was eeriely silent. As if he had suddenly gone deaf to the world around him, there was nothing. You weren’t there, his family was long gone and there was not a soul he had to lean on. In his demise, he met his fate. To be entirely alone in the end, no one to have beside him aside from the snowy terrain beneath him. Slowly as his body grew weaker, almost incapable of continuing to sob the way he had been, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Drooping lower and lower over his blood shot, glimmering eyes, the world around him slowly started to fade.


Centuries later in a far away galaxy…

Staring at the screen before him, Kylo looked over the Craigslist ad he was about to post, assuring everything was correct. Typos would not be accepted and he had to assure not a single detail was missing. Though anyone else would have thought he was doing it as a service to his soon to be roommate, he truly was doing it for himself, unwilling to live with certain types of individuals. He knew what personalities melded well with his, and he would do everything to assure he got just that.

Narrowing his eyes to the screen he read over the bullet points he had written once again. Walking up behind him, Ben appeared. Rolling his eyes Ben shook his head faintly as he watched Kylo hunched over the computer desk.

“Why are you so dramatic?”

“Why are you so obnoxious?”

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jealousy

requested by anon: could you do a jealous marauders preference?


james:

James had always been a prideful teenager. He was one to boast and felt no guilt showing off all of his good qualities. Teachers knew it, you knew it, he knew it. Of course, anyone who posed as a threat to his ego would immediately be put under his watch. Due to this, it was no surprise he was the jealous type. So when he was told by his friends that the guy standing with you several yards away was in the middle of asking you to Slughorn’s Christmas Party, he didn’t exactly react well.

“Who was that back there in the hallway?” he pulled you from your group of friends hanging around the couches in the common room to a more private corner.

A faint smirk tugged at your peachy lips at his spiteful tone, though you were careful not to let it show, “Whatever are you talking about, Dear Jamesy?” You bat your eyelashes at your boyfriend.

His jaw locked as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at your cocky stance, “You know exactly who I’m talking about, Y/N. The one Sirius said was asking you to the dance– the one you clearly rejected,” he paused, studying your face, “You did say no, right?”

Rather than answering his question, you shrugged whilst tapping your finger to your chin in a mock look of contemplation, “Well I mean, it would make sense for me to say yes. Considering I haven’t been asked yet, and all.”

You could practically see the annoyance radiating off of him which only increased your amusement, much to his dismay, “You think you’re so funny,” he quipped. “What makes him think he can ask you? Everyone knows we’re a thing,” he grumbles with a pout evident on his lips.

Your eyebrow raised again, though this time you don’t bother hiding the amusement on your face, “James Fleamont Potter, are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

A smirk made its way onto your face at his response, “I suppose not. But you know if I run I could probably catch him before he gets to the Ravenclaw Common Room and tell him I’ll reconsider the-”

Your teasing was interrupted by his chapped lips colliding with your own soft ones. The initial shock quickly wore off as you melted into his kiss, your cocky demeanor retreating almost instantly. Before you even got the chance to pull away, your moment was interrupted by an outside voice.

“Oi Prongs, Y/N! This is a family room so it’d be much appreciated if you could keep the PDA to a minimum!”

Sirius’s barking voice sounded throughout the room, causing multiple heads to turn to the source of noise. Laughter chorused throughout the room as you and James simply locked eyes. He pecked your lips quickly before whispering, “We’ll continue this later.”

Originally posted by hogwartslivy

sirius:

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

It was nearly midnight and you should’ve been finishing up your essay for Slughorn due tomorrow, but here you were sitting in the Room of Requirement engaged in a childish game of Truth or Dare with several stolen bottles of fire whiskey and a dozen Gryffindors. 

Your eyes rolled as you turned to face James who had called out your name, but you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. A couple of turns back James had ended up trading clothes with a very reluctant Lily leaving him in silk pajamas which showed off far more than you’d like to see. It seemed he was too drunk to care, however, as the goofy grin never faltered.

“Dare.”

A few of the drunker Gryffindors in the room hooted at your answer, provoking another roll of your eyes. You had heard the truths asked so far and would frankly rather streak down the hall in search of Filch’s cat than answer some of them.

James’s lips twitch into a smirk as he stares you down. You can’t help but feel uneasy under his gaze as you are sure it means nothing but trouble, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

Rather than rolling your eyes for the millionth time that night, you decide to have fun with the dare. Everyone watches in anticipation as your eyes land on your officially unofficial non-boyfriend male friend, Sirius, who stares at you with a cheeky grin. 

It was well known among your smaller group of friends that you and Sirius and gotten together a few times. After a couple of dates here and there, the two of you had decided not to get into a relationship as the both of you had quite horrible commitment issues. Yet, no matter how much you denied it when brought up in conversation, you remained loyal to each other. 

Devising a plan in your head, you crawled forward a foot so your face was hovering mere inches away from his. Just as he began to lean towards you in anticipation of your touch, you darted to his right and planted a sloppy kiss on Remus.

Laughter erupts throughout the room at your actions, Remus chuckling softly as well as he rubs off the lipstick smudged on his face. You grin with a cocked eyebrow at Sirius’s narrowed eyes.

“Lighten up, Padfoot. It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything,” James teases his best friend with a knowing smile, hence deepening his frown further. The night continued for a little while longer before people started clearing out leaving you, Marlene, Lily, and the Marauders. 

Lily stood from the dusty ground, stretching out her sore legs, “I think I’m going to head back. I at least want to get some sleep before class tomorrow,” she proclaims as Marlene follows suit.

“Me too. I’ll escort you,” James scrambles onto his feet, eliciting an eye roll from Lily.

Peter, not getting the hint that James wants to talk to Lily, stands after him to follow. You watch as the group of four walks out, leaving you, Remus, and Sirius. Remus’s eyes dart between back and forth the two of you, tension thick in the air. “Well,” he sighs, “I’d better get going too. Goodnight guys,” he waves whilst stepping out of the room.

You make eye contact with Sirius as he leaves, neither of you saying a word until the sound of the door shutting rings through the almost empty room, “What the fuck was that, Y/N?”

Your eyes roll yet again, though you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, “It was a joke. It wasn’t anything legitimate.”

“Oh, so now it’s funny to go around kissing other guys? Sorry, didn’t get that part,” he snaps moodily.

“Oh come on, Sirius. Do you really think I’d actually kiss Moony of all people? You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” a frown etches its way onto your face. 

The hardened look on his face quickly softens as he sighs, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. I guess I just got riled up a bit,” he takes his pinkish lip between his teeth, “Besides, it’s not like you’re not allowed to do that if you wanted to. It’s not like we’re official or anything,” he grumbles the last part.

A small pout rests on your face at his response. No words are uttered between the two of you as you gently lean forward and press your plump lips against his. His body responds instantly as you move like two puzzles pieces that fit together. You eventually pull your lips from his, resting your foreheads together. “But we could be,” you whisper.

Heavy breaths are exchanged between the two of you as your eyes never leave one another until he finally leans in once again, this time making the kiss short and sweet. 

“I think we are.”

Originally posted by nellaey

remus:

You were sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by all of your Gryffindor friends after a long day of classes and work. Three of the four Marauders were present at the long, wooden tale piled with an incredible amount of delicious food that was the perfect end to your day. James, Peter, Sirius, and you found yourselves to be the center of attention in the grand room rather quickly due to Sirius and James’ unnecessarily loud laughing, though you weren’t really bothered by the stares. You were in the midst of telling a story about a friend you had made earlier that week when the final Marauder finally showed up after serving a detention (curtesy of James).

“He’s just so cute,” you gush to the three boys. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

Already grumpy after having served an undeserved detention, Remus couldn’t help but frown at your words upon arriving at the table. Your eyes shot to his as he took his usual seat across from you and next to Sirius. “Who’s cute?” he attempted to question in a nonchalant manner.

The boys didn’t seem to pick up on his odd tone, but you did. You cocked an eyebrow at his question, “Dennis.”

Remus nodded, though the smallest of frowns made its way onto his face. From then on he seemed more detached from the conversation, distracted by the millions of thoughts running through his mind. Who the hell was this Dennis? Why hadn’t he heard of him before? Your meal ended fairly soon as the five of you made your way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Just as you were about to step through the portrait hole, a voice called you back, “Y/N, could I, er, talk to you for a moment?”

The werewolf shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he subconsciously picked at his nails, a nervous habit. You shot him a soft smile, “Of course, Remus. What’s up?”

Remus’s nervousness only seemed to grow as he took a breath of preparation before, rather uncoordinatedly, spitting out his thoughts, “Look, I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re not technically dating or anything and I don’t know who this ‘Dennis’ kid is but I just-,” he paused for a moment with a sigh before recollecting himself, “Listening to you talk like that about someone else it- well, it kind of stung,” he finished off sheepishly, resembling a kicked puppy.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know, I know I jus-”

“Dennis is my cat.”

“Of course and I- wait, what?”

A giggle escaped your rosy lips which soon turned into a full blown laugh. Remus’s previously flustered face was dawned with realization as it turned to one of embarrassment. The blush rapidly making its way to his face only heightened your laughter, not helping his situation.

“Oh.”

You finally gathered yourself, your own face now red with amusement, “You must’ve been so blinded with jealousy you missed the part when I talked about how soft his fur is.”

His face heat up even more, if possible. You grasped his larger hand in your smaller one as you sent him a grin. He mumbled something under his breath, though it wasn’t quite audible to your ears, “Come again?”

His eyes darted up to meet yours, “I wasn’t jealous.” Your grin widened at his words which in turn initiated another round of blushing.

“Tell that to your face,” you giggled, poking his reddening cheek with your free hand. Remus swatted your hand away, although the smile on your face reached his anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, I’d be jealous too, I suppose. Besides,” you took your lip into your mouth whilst dropping his hand. You leaned closer to him, your mouth a mere few inches away from his ear. “You’re kind of sexy when you get all jealous. It’s a good look on you.”

You leaned back with a cheeky smile before skipping into the common room. Remus stood stunned for a few seconds before a small smirk of satisfaction took over his face as he followed you into the room. Who would’ve known getting jealous over a cat could end so well?

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo


i love remus’s quite a lot hehe feel free to request an imagine or preference! i do ships as well :) 

anonymous asked:

Hi there :) I love your take on andreil and I wondered if you would write something about Andrew being jealous/possessive of Neil? I always read fics where it's Neil in this situation.. thank u!! :)

i come bearing gifts, my wonderful anon. this was way too much fun to write. thank you for your request! also on AO3

send me prompts :)


“Kevin called today just to say that he’s emailing me extra drills to add to my training regimen. Because apparently I’m getting slower? Whatever. I told him to fuck off, but like that’s ever worked before,” Neil concludes. Andrew makes a vague sound of agreement, but since they’re on the phone, Neil has a hard time judging just how uninterested Andrew really is.

“Anyway,” Neil says, “I met up with Travis after practice to work on plays. He actually knows his shit, you know? He has this idea to keep Wilson back so that Singh can have better control of the line, and it’s genius. Singh is obviously superior when it comes to—”

“Travis?” Andrew interrupts him, suddenly sounding a good bit more attentive.

“Yeah, Travis Patterson. The one from the University of Texas?” Neil waits for some kind of acknowledgement but continues anyway when he gets none. “He’s easily our best backliner, aggressive as hell but knows where to draw the line. And he’s smart too, like he actually thinks before he makes a move. Which is rare.” Neil rolls his eyes at the general state of talent in the Professional Exy League, even though Andrew can’t see him. If he could, he would probably just glare and call Neil a junkie, so maybe it’s for the best. “I think we’re meeting up again on Thursday to go over specifics, make sure everything will really click before I try to implement the switch at practice,” Neil says, almost to himself. He gets up from the couch and makes his way into his bedroom, opening the top drawer on his nightstand and reaching for the stack of orange sticky notes in the back corner. He jots down “Travis - Thursday @ 7:00” and heads to the kitchen to press it to the refrigerator until it holds.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Andrew asks out of nowhere.

“I have a home game on Saturday afternoon, and then that charity event thing on Sunday…” Neil says, and it almost comes out as a question. Andrew knows this already. His team is off this weekend, but Neil’s schedule is so booked that they agreed it wasn’t worth the five hour plane ride.

“I’m coming. I can be there Saturday morning. 9:35,” Andrew states.

“Uh,” Neil blanks a bit out of shock but decides not to question it. Like he would ever complain. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Andrew says, disinterested tone back in full force.

“Hey, are you—” Neil begins, but Andrew has already hung up.

It isn’t abnormal for them to hang up without a proper goodbye, but there is usually at least a bit more ceremony to it. Neil shrugs to himself, chalking it up to Andrew being Andrew.

Andrew fucking hates flying.

This is news to no one. So this spontaneous five hour flight with only two days of mental preparation may seem ill-advised. And it is. Andrew knows that it is. But he hits “confirm” to book it anyway, cursing himself every step of the way. But he could only listen to Neil go on and on about Travis for so long before he cracked.

Andrew knows exactly who Travis is. Travis William Patterson, 27 years old, 6’3” backliner from middle of nowhere, Texas, current starter for the Boston Hurricanes, #9. As a matter of fact, Andrew is looking at him right now. ESPN is showing Exy highlights from last weekend, and Neil’s team just happens to be up at this very moment.

The Neil on screen has just performed some ridiculous move that absolutely should not have ended with a goal but somehow did, and he is immediately met with high-fives from his teammates and an affectionate-looking hug from Travis. Andrew can most certainly be objective, and this exchange looks pretty platonic. But Andrew is also a man attracted to men, and he has to admit that Travis is good looking. Really good looking. He’s got that whole good ol’ boy, yes ma’am/no sir, homegrown Southern cowboy appeal. If you’re into that. Which Andrew definitely isn’t, and he doesn’t think Neil is either.

Andrew knows that Neil isn’t the cheating type, but that doesn’t stop Andrew from feeling just a little possessive over him. He and Neil have been together for eight years now, so Andrew probably has nothing to worry about. And yet here he is, watching several hundred dollars drain from his bank account thanks to this impromptu flight.

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protectors

in which a prank goes a little further than expected, and you find out that the boys will always be there for you

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: PG

I finally got around to finishing this one, hope you guys like it! It’s a long one!

“You ready?” Joe asked, checking the mic for the last time.

“Yep!” You responded, scooting over a tiny bit so that Joe could join you on the bed.

“Alright I’m gonna do the intro, do you want to explain it?”

“Yeah that works for me!”

It wasn’t often that you and Joe filmed videos together – he had always preferred for his personal life to stay private, but after Jack had accidentally outed the two of you in a vlog a few months back, Joe had grown more open to the idea of you on his channel. Not to mention that his fans absolutely loved seeing the two of you together.

“Hello everyone, today I’m joined with my girlfriend Y/N as you can see. Now, since we’ve been dating I’ve pranked her a few times, and she’s gotten me back each time, and in doing so, she’s proven herself to be quite the prankster herself. So today, I thought we were going to put our pranking abilities to the test with some good ole prank calls.”

“So, we’ve put all our friend’s names in this hat here, and whoever we pull is who we have to call and pretend that the two of us have gotten into a fight. The rules are we have to try and get whoever it is to be on our side of the argument, and if we do, we get the point,” you explained, giving the camera a thumbs up. The hat consisted of all the buttercreams, Alfie and Zoe, since they knew the two of you best.

“Rock paper scissors for who goes first?” Joe offered. You nodded and proceeded to lose, so he pulled a piece of paper out from the hat first.

“Ohhh, I’ve got Oli. Ughhh this is gonna be so hard, he bloody loves you!” Joe groaned. You grinned at the camera, getting excited.

You both waited as he rang Oli, listening to the tone until he picked up.

Oli: Ello!
Joe: Ello, alright?
Oli: Yeah, you?
Joe: Eh, I’ve been better. Are you busy?
Oli: Nah, I’m just at mine, what’s going on?
Joe: I’m in a bit of trouble…
Oli: Oh bloody hell, what’ve you done?
Joe: Nothing too serious, it’s about me and Y/N
Oli: Go on…

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Falling Up

Characters - Steve x Reader, Eventual Bucky x Reader

Word Count - 1815

Warnings - Heavy makeout sesh

AU - Prof!Bucky

Song - Falling Up by Mike Dupree ft. Maddi Jane

A/N - This story is a tiny bit of a slow burn in a sense. Don’t get me wrong though, there’s a lot of drama! There are a few twists and turns…one part will be written in first person but it’ll pay off if you stick with it, promise. Trust me. This is a rewrite of a story I posted on my old SPN blog a while back so those of you that know me from there will recognize it.

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You glanced at the clock on your desk, the sleek silver hands telling you that it was ten-thirty at night. You’d been sitting at your desk for so long that you didn’t even realize it’d gotten dark in the first place. Clenching your jaw, you took a deep breath and continued to tap away at your keyboard. The image of the other buildings and the night sky, all now obvious in the reflection of your computer screen. Letting it all be a new constant reminder that you were there much longer than you needed to be, but this was nothing out of the ordinary.

You silently cursed yourself for ever pursuing a career as a lawyer, even more so for joining one of the largest and hardest working firms in the country; Stark & Rogers, LLC. If that wasn’t enough stress weighing down on you, there was always the added pressure of the potential promotion that you were fighting against four other attorneys for. To make matters even worse, you had one of the owners constantly in the building because he liked to be more “hands on" with his work.

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So you’re thinking about leaving concrit on a fanfiction...

Hi there!  Dresupi here! Fanfic author, mostly MCU.  

So you’re browsing Ao3…you’re having fun.  You’re reading all your favorite ship or fandom has to offer.  And EGADS!  You’ve spotted an error in one of the fics.  

Originally posted by gurl

Well.  Surely the next step is for you to let them know in the comments.  Right?  That’s what they’re for, after all.  Communicating with the author, right? 

 Wrong.  

Originally posted by yourbasicaesthetics

Wait WHAT?  Dres…you’re telling me I shouldn’t alert this writer to their grave error in judgement (Or grammar, or characterization, or anything else I deem incorrect in this work they’ve posted out in public for everyone to see?)

Yes, imaginary fic commenter.  Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.  

But WHYYYY? 

Calm down, I’m going to lay this out for you.  All professional like.  With bullets and everything.  ;) I got you, Babe.  Don’t worry. 

  • Okay, so the first thing you (as a potential commenter of fanfiction) need to do is decide…Did you like the fic?  If yes, please continue to the next step.  If no, I need you to go back up to the top of your web browser and click the arrow pointing left.  That will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fanfic. :D
  • Okay, so, if you’re still reading, you’ve decided that yes.  You DID like the fanfic.  YAY!  I’m so happy for you!  I love finding good fics!  I really do!  It’s the best feeling to find someone who writes your OTP just right, isn’t it?  … Oh wait…you mean…you DIDN’T like the way they wrote your OTP?  A scene was too short?  The word count over all was too short?  Characters were OOC?  Goodness gracious!   Well, in that case…I’m going to need you to go on up to the top left of your screen and click the arrow pointing left.  This will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fic with perfect A+ Characterization.  
  • NOW.  Okay.  So you liked the fic.  You liked the length.  The characterization.  AWESOME!  PARTY TIME!  … Oh?  A factual error, you say?  Oh no!  That really is kind of embarrassing, you know?  Really quick, though.  BEFORE you comment, can you check the author’s note and see if the author is asking for help?  A beta?  A general okay-ness with constructive criticism?  (Some authors really like it).   But no?  You don’t see anything like that in the author’s note?  Hmm.  Well, this is a tough situation.  You can either leave your comment sans unprompted concrit…or you can venture up to the top left of your screen and click on the left hand arrow.  This will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fic with A+ characterization with bonus fact checking!   
  • Alright,alright, alright.  You’ve made it this far!  This must be an AMAZING fic.  Outstanding!  :D  All except for those pesky grammar and/or syntax errors, right?  Wow.  These are really interfering with your ability to enjoy the fic.  Either this author is in desperate need of a beta, or maybe it’s just that ONE GLARING ERROR in an otherwise perfect fic.  It’s time to leave a comment, tell the author, right?  *sigh*  Take a glance at the author’s note.  Is the author asking for concrit?  Perhaps there’s a call for a beta reader?  Or just a general call for help?  No?  *deeper sigh* Sorry, Friend.  If you’re able, please leave your comment sans concrit, otherwise…yeah…you know what to do.  Back click.  

Really though…what’s the big deal about me leaving concrit?  Even if mine is a touch rude.  I know for a FACT {this author} has many more positive comments.  This isn’t going to amount to more than a drop in the bucket.  


Well…and this is speaking from personal experience as an author.  You could have hundreds upon hundreds of positive comments, but that one negative, or concritty comment is the one that stands out.  It’s the one that makes an author stop before pressing that “post” button.  It’s the one that makes them second guess themselves.  


But Dres, these authors are sharing their works in the public.  They should really develop thicker skins about this kind of thing.  

Well.  I mean.  This isn’t really up to you to decide.  This isn’t something you paid money for.  All you’ve invested is your time.  Leaving unwanted concrit in the comments of a fanfiction is the online equivalent of receiving a handmade sweater from your Nana and saying, “This is cool, but I’d rather have had the store-bought one…”   

Maybe this author is having a really hard time this week.  Maybe their word count isn’t up to snuff because of it.  Maybe this was all they were able to put out there?  Maybe their beta reader is on vacation or taking a break?  Maybe none of the above, maybe this is just simply the best they can do and they’re very proud of what they’ve accomplished!  

Fanfiction is a free service. Fic authors take their free time to craft and write these stories.  A lot of us aren’t professional writers.  We’re moms.  Students.  High schoolers.  Investment bankers.  Scientists. Therapists. {insert name of other careers here}. In other words, people with real lives, who spend what little free time we have, creating content for you to enjoy. 

It isn’t like if you pay money for the latest book from your favorite author, only to find out that they’ve killed off your favorite character and made the other character into a villain and completely mucked up the series past all canonical help.  

Originally posted by nightpsychotic

Okay, okay.  I get you.  It’s rude.  But can’t I at least point out the grammatical/syntax errors?  

And here’s where it gets tricky.  And I’d like to defer to my mom on this one.  

She always used to say, “Never point out a fault that someone can’t fix in less than three seconds.”  

She used it to pertain to people’s appearances, their attitude, or their speech patterns.  But I think it applies here too.  

I think of single typos as like…the literary version of having spinach in your teeth.  Yes.  This is something you could technically point out.  KINDLY.  You wouldn’t point and laugh at someone you didn’t really know who had spinach stuck between their front teeth, would you?  

(I would certainly HOPE the answer is no.) 

Likewise, if you simply must point out a single typo…do it nicely?  Otherwise, it looks like you read this thing that this fic author put out into the world…this little piece of themselves…you read it, and found nothing good whatsoever.  Just that typo.  Maybe you didn’t mean it that way.  But it’s what it looks like to that author.  

On the other side of this coin…if the entire fic is a grammatical mess?  Just…back click out.  

Here’s why I say that.  To you, it might look like My Immortal…but to the person that wrote it?  It looks like the hard-work and effort they poured into it.  And you never know.  The person that wrote it could be ESL.  *shrugs*  And your comment could be the thing that keeps them from ever trying again.  You never really know.  It’s safer to be cautious.

I’m going to double star and bold this next thing.  Because I feel like it’s super important.

**A better way to point out typos, grammatical errors or basically any other errors is to contact the author directly.**  

I link my tumblr at the bottom of all my fics for this reason.  And I’ve gotten some lovely messages from people informing me of formatting errors, typos and grammatical errors. It literally takes the same amount of time to click on a link and type out your comment as it does to leave it at the bottom of the fic.  And I can tell you that I do not mind getting told about errors in private.  It’s when things get dragged out into the open that I start getting defensive.  

Which brings me to my last point before I shut up and leave you to your day.  

“I didn’t mean this in a bad way!  I was only trying to help!  Why is this author getting so defensive???”

I’d like to tell you about a little thing called tone.  

Something that is completely lost in online messaging and commenting.  

While you, the commenter, might have not intended anything bad from your comment…the author could have read it in a completely different way. Know why?  

I can’t speak for everyone, but for me?  Personally?  It’s because I’m self-conscious.  Yes.  I’m super self-conscious about everything I share.  Whether it’s a short prompt or an update to a longer fic, I’m self-conscious about sharing it.  And that translates over to how I read tone in online messages and comments.  I hate that I can’t read things neutrally, but…here I am.  In all my imperfection.   

I guess in short, what I’m saying is…and this is probably going to earn me some enemies for whatever reason…I mean…I stood up to someone leaving concrit on one of my fics and got called a c*nt and an attention whore for it.  *shrugs*  People are gonna do what they want to do, and that’s how it is.  

Originally posted by teachingfeelslike

It takes absolutely no time to back click out and say nothing.  *shrugs*  It takes zero effort to not be a dick.  So please.  Just…don’t be a dick?  Feed your authors.  Don’t leech from them.   

Party Guy

Request: Hey! Can I please request an AU with Jensen where he absolutely despises Halloween? And he hires the reader who’s an event planner to throw a Halloween party at his house. He suffers through the planning because otherwise she won’t give him the time of day. Eventually the reader suspects something and he has to come clean :)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language


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Jealousy (Scott McCall smut)

Summary: After finding you with Liam, Scott decides to teach you some respect (I realise that makes it sound like cheating, but it’s not dw !)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT ! +deals with the alpha/beta/omega dynamic to a certain extent

A/N: AaaAAAaahhh my first Teen Wolf smut! I really hope people enjoy reading this :) You’ve got to wait a while for the smut, but it’s worth it - believe me ;)

If you’re new to my blog, hey! I hope you stick around for a while <3

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

“Get out.”

The harsh words of your alpha seem to ripple through the room, anger pulsating in every direction. You glance up, only to see his red eyes flickering dangerously between you and the naked boy to your left. 

“What?” Liam’s voice cracks, wavering with a slight fear. You tilt your head to the side to see him frozen, hands clenched around the bedsheets.

“I said,” Scott moves further into the bedroom, his deliberate footing sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine, “Get. Out.” You stay still, knowing that the words are only aimed at the boy you’ve spent the last hour fooling around with. 

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The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!

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Tooth Be Told | Hoseok

“Dude, you’re being like… super uncool right now.” Hoseok says, a glare marring his handsome face.

“My heart is breaking at the prospect of not being deemed cool by you, Jung Hoseok.” You roll your eyes at him and he yanks the phone from your hands so he can look at you properly.

“Did I or did I not cover your rent this month when you were short?” He seethes and you jump to your feet, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“I didn’t get paid until 2 o’clock and rent was due at 12 you ass hat I literally gave it right back to you!” You hiss.

“Yes, okay, good but it’s the principle of the matter. You needed me for something and I came through.” He retorts.

“Yeah because it’s my month to pay rent and we’d both be on our asses if I hadn’t.” You snort.

“Dude its a free dental exam what is there to protest? You don’t even have dental insurance so you can’t get routine cleanings, anyway, your teeth probably look like—“

“I refuse to let you anywhere near my mouth. You’re not a dentist and it’s very clean inside there thank you very much!” You say indignantly and it’s Hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

“I’m almost a dentist, one that’s offering to give you a free exam while my degree is pending.” He sniffs.

“What a nice way to phrase it—your degree is pending. You mean you’re not certified yet and if you think for one second that just because we’re friends or roommates or whatever that I’m going to—“

“If you don’t I’ll tell Jungkook it was you who accidentally washed your red shirt with his laundry.” Hoseok threatens and you gasp, a hand clutched to your chest.

“You wouldn’t.” You hiss.

“Try me.” He smirks.


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“You know,” Hoseok begins, and you’re propped up on his bed, it’s all very unprofessional and half assed. His iPhone is macguivered onto a selfie stick he’s duct taped to the wall so he could have a light while he works and he’s wearing yellow dish washing gloves that you hope are new as he prods and pokes at your mouth, “you actually have really really clean teeth like there’s slight decalcification and some areas that are high risk for cavities but it’s nothing you couldn’t fix with some PreviDent—it’s like eight bucks at the store down the street. Pretty damn good for someone who hasn’t had dental insurance for like four years now.”

Hoseok pauses when he feels your tongue move against his gloved fingers and he frowns, ignoring the slight tingling sensation in crotch—very slight because any shot of arousal is quickly tamped down with the fact that your mouth was stretched open in an unflattering way and he had ample view of your double chin from this angle. He tugs his hands out with a, “sorry what were you saying?”

You inhale, making a gross slurping noise as you attempted to suck residual drool back in, because Hoseok was messy and your jaw fucking hurt.

“For the record you’re a terrible fucking dentist, just drop out now. Jesus,” you say, swiping at your face, and making Hoseok glare, “and also why dentist do that?”

“Do what?” Hoseok asks dryly.

“Ask you questions when their in the middle of fisting your goddamn mouth!” You snap, narrowing your eyes at him, and rubbing your face, “Are you trying to make my jaw come unhinged like y—oof!”

Hoseok shoves you back down with a glare, roughly opening your mouth as he shoves the mirror back in, letting it clank as he goes, “Like I was saying, slight decalcification but back here—“

Your eyes widen when the metal instrument treks back, far from any teeth and Hoseok’s eyebrows raise as he sends you an almost pleasantly surprised look.

“The most impressive part about this entire thing,” he murmurs and he’s long since shed the mirror as he ventured in your mouth, making you wonder just what exactly he was doing in there, “is that you have like literally no gag reflex like—look.”

The noise you make is somewhere between a squeal and a gasp as he presses his finger back, and you grip his wrist sending him a wild look. “Hoshrkdk fuduckek eurdj!”

“What?” He frowns and you yank his hand from your mouth.

“Hoseok, you fucking perv!” You spit, swiping the leftover drool from your mouth and he laughs, loudly, letting the gloves snap as he tugs them from his hands.

“I’m just saying I had my entire finger down your throat and wow just… wow. how is it that you can’t keep a boyfriend?” He snickers and you kick him til he’s tumbling off the bed.

“I hate you!” You sneer, sitting cross legged so you can chuck a pillow at him. “And for the record I would never in my entire life sleep with you, so you can wonder all you want.”

“Why? Because I could give you something to gag around?” He retorts and the words are off his tongue before his brain has time to catch up. Still, he plays it off as a joke, sending you a grin and hoping you don’t notice the way it falters.

He nearly deflates when throw another pillow.

“Perv!”

Hoseok only laughs, perching himself on his elbows so he can see you better from the floor. It rubs you the wrong (or maybe right) way that he looks so good even like that—hair messy and pushed off his forehead and eyes red rimmed from lack of sleep. He’s wearing those stupid fake glasses he insists make him look smarter—more “denitisty”

“Well for the record, it wasn’t offered, you missed your window of opportunity in the pre roommate stage when we met at that party,” he nods.

“God, you still remember that?” You grumble, but your cheeks are heated and Hoseok sees.

He grins.

“It’s not everyday I almost drill my roommate through a goddamn wall,” he snickers, using one hand to push his hair back in thought, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a worst case of blue balls before or since.”

“Do you think if Jungkook,“ you bite your lip and shake your head, but he only raises his eyebrows for you to continue, “it’s dumb.”

“Do I think if Jungkook hadn’t interrupted that night,” he says, reading your mind, or really voicing his own thoughts, “do I think it would’ve been a mistake—is that what you were gonna ask?”

You nod.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he murmurs in contemplation, “I mean… I wouldn’t have someone to split half of rent with so there’s that. We probably wouldn’t be friends either so that would’ve sucked.”

“Why do you say that?” You frown.

“Because you were a naive little freshman who I would’ve plowed and then never called back,” he says honestly and you wince at his honest words but you asked, “Not that you’re not hot or almost stupidly funny and cute. Because you’re all of that and I bet you’d even be a good lay, I’m into that real cute inexperienced type and from living with you I could tell you’re prime girlfriend material.”

“I don’t know where you’re going with this but I would like to know how you made all of that sound like an insult.” You say dryly, opting for a light tone despite the pang in your chest.

“Things happen for a reason and I’m a strong believer in—“

“Not this bullshit again,” you roll your eyes before dropping your voice an octave to mimic him, “Im a strong believer in the Universe and the stars and anything that’s not meant for you won’t find it’s way to you blah blah blah. Give it a rest alright?”

Hoseok is quiet for a beat before meeting your gaze, “Are you sad things didn’t work out between us? Or like just sad about how they are now?”

“And how is that?” You implore, wondering where the sudden turn of conversation came from.

“Platonic.” He says honestly.

“I don’t know.” You murmur, and as though there was a force pulling you towards him, you meet his gaze head on, unable to look away.

A silence fills the room before Hoseok asks a question—the question.

“Do you still want to have sex with me?” He asks and your gaze flutters back down to his comforter.

“I don’t know.” You say quietly.

Quite A Vexer

Originally posted by wolfiehunters


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “ 1 - Jeff Atkins”

Prompt:

1. “Shut up, I’m trying to study here.”

Word count: 911

Posted: 11th of May 2017

A/N: This is one out of eighteen requests of my lovely Aja. I am trying so hard to finish your requests and you should love me for that. Just kidding. Thank you for these requests Aja. I hope you like this, even though it’s a little bit short. Enjoy your Jeff feels.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry. You can always request something else from my prompt list. Thank you.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/T) is Your Lip Type.


“(Y/N), do you think that this white suit fits me well?” Your boyfriend Jeff curiously asked while he was admiring his own reflection in front of the full-length mirror in your room.

“You’re sexy, babe. I love the fitting.” You honestly commented as you took a moment to admire him. The suit really fitted him well and you could say that it enhanced his toned muscular body. Jeff was a sportive guy and he played in Liberty High’s baseball team, so he would always go training with his friends. “Are you using that for the Winter Formal?”

“Yup!” He shortly answered, still admiring his look. You shook your head while smiling as you realized how narcissist your boyfriend was.

Well, Jeff was really good looking and you’ve always admitted that he was hot and alluring. He was a great boyfriend too, because he perfectly knew how to treat you right, he was respectful towards you and your family. He was the perfect guy, your perfect guy, and you would never ask for something more in your life.

“How about you?” He asked you as you continued doing your homework. It was almost Winter break, but you still had to rush things for the school. You hated it, but you knew that you had to bear with it. Unfortunately.

“Me?” You corrugated your forehead as you wrote some notes on your notebook, giving him your back.

“What are you going to wear?” He asked you as if it was already obvious. You felt his heavy footsteps going towards you, but you just kept on doing your work.

You already bought your dress and you were lucky that it fitted with Jeff’s suit. You couldn’t wait to wear it and to show the dress to your boyfriend. You knew that he would love it.

“You’ll see, just be patient!” You demanded with a laugh and you heard your boyfriend doing the same. His laughter was one of the reasons why you loved him, he was so adorable and goofy whenever he laughed. “It’s a surprise.”

“Dang it!” He pouted as he sat on your study table. He wasn’t wearing the suit anymore and he observed you tranquilly. “The colour must match with my suit and, please, don’t wear anything sexy or something, okay?” He possessively reminded you and you rolled your eyes.

You loved it when he became possessive and jealous, but it also annoyed you because he was really a complete paranoid. Sometimes, he would even bother your sleep during the night just to assure himself that no boy was flirting with you at school.

You knew that he would do everything to protect you and, although he was an angel, he would start a war if someone ever dared to touch you. You were safe with Jeff and you thanked him for that.

“Why?” You raised your eyebrows as you waited for his answer. You knew that Jeff couldn’t really tell you anything, because you’ve always worn the stuff you liked, whenever you were with him or not. He’s always been protective, but he would always end up praising you for your looks. You were the most beautiful girl in his eyes, of course.

“Well, sexy stuffs stay between us,” He seriously stated and you looked into his astonishing and shiny blue orbs. “in bed.” He added with a wink as he tried to tease you, smirking as he had his perverse thoughts.

“Atkins!” You rolled your eyes and you carefully rested your pen on the desk. You pretended to be angry, but he knew that you weren’t. “Shut up, I’m trying to study here.” You complained and he let out some soft giggles, together with his naughty side.

“Am I distracting you?” He asked with a naughty tone as he leant in to give you a quick kiss on your (Y/L/T) lips.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You playfully slapped his muscular arm and he laughed loudly. He knew that you couldn’t resist his charms and you despised him for being that confident of himself. He would always use his naughtiness to tease you and you seriously hated him for that. “Your sexiness is something that I can’t resist.” You teased back as you knew how much he loved it.

“I know.” He confidently stated and you let out some soft giggles. He then brought his lips down your neck and nibbled your soft spot carefully. Your boyfriend knew you well and it wasn’t the first time that he would tease you in that way. “I am irresistible.” You pushed his face away from your neck as you still had to finish some of your projects.

“Whatever you say, big guy!” You sarcastically complimented him and you gained a loud and contagious laughter from him.

“I love you so much, my princess.” He honestly said in between of his laughs. He gave you another quick kiss before running away from you, being the goofball that he was.

“Atkins, you’re an annoying little prick,” You threw him the stuffed toy that he gave you for your birthday, but you missed him. “but I love you too.”

“I love you more,” He demanded as he admired you from afar. “and that’s final.”

You rolled your eyes for another time as you shook your head for your boyfriend’s vexing, but cute childish actions.

You knew that you would always love him. Well, was it even possible to not love Jeff Atkins? You didn’t think so.


Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”

***

When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.

***

Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

Art Museum

Summary: On your day off, you invite Bucky to an art museum. You’re sure he probably wants to spend his time doing something else besides looking at art, but you soon find that his definition of art might be a bit different than yours.

Word Count: 1,429.

A/N: Just another random idea that came in mind. Special thanks to @bovaria for being a doll and for previously reading this through. <3

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

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fwb!yoongi + when you need attention 

If someone had asked you what your favorite feature or characteristic was in Yoongi you’d without a second thought say his mind. Well, not without a second thought, considering you knew what it was like to feel his hands over your body, slightly calloused and inquisitive, not lazy but languid. Then there was his mouth, dear God, that mouth that new the inside of your pussy like no other man before him did, every nook and cranny. That short tongue of his that made you cum off the top and simultaneously gush over how cute his lisp was whenever he tried to pronounce something with an ’s.’ But no, despite all of the wonderful, wonderful, dear Jesus, wonderful features of Min Yoongi, at the end of the day it was that big brain of his that had you cumming off the top.

There was something about his creative process, hell his thought process period, that got you horny. He was the self-proclaimed Min Genius, but not in vain. You had never in the entirety of your life been able to witness how music was made. It was just one of those things that existed for you. But soon after becoming friends with Yoongi he gave you glimpses into how much work and effort was put into composing just one song. Now over the years, Yoongi being the genius he is, only got better and better at his trade. Sleepless nights spent laying tracks and sampling music from artists, some of whom you hadn’t even known existed.

And to add to all of those amazing qualities, his intellect, depth, perception, he was so sexually unrepressed. One of the key factors why Yoongi was one of your best partners was how completely open you could be with him sexually, to the point where you could discuss with him over coffee about likes and dislikes.

You thought back to the first time you had agreed to have sex with him, a friends with benefits type of thing, you both didn’t have the time for the relationship aspect of sex, but plenty of inclination for the sex itself. You chuckle everytime you think about it, the way he had probed and persuaded you over one too many shots of tequila and not so subtle touches.

“So what you’re telling me is you haven’t fucked in going on half a year.” Yoongi raised his voice an octave so you he could hear him over the music, his mouth dangerously close to your own.

You nodded sluggishly, enjoying the feel of his hand, that had not so subtly snuck up to rest on the small of your back. To anyone else it looked like a friendly gesture, one to steady you as you wobbled slightly in your drunken stupor, but you could feel the heat emanating from his body as the night dragged on and he his touches got bolder and bolder with each shot of tequila.

“I’m just so busy.” You whined, “and like, one night stands are just so… bleh. I want someone who knows me and my body but relationships are so draining and I don’t have the time to teach someone new everytime, you know?”

Yoongi nodded eagerly at your words, his body crowding closer and closer to your own with each sway of the crowd, until you were pushed against a wall and his hand was resting on your hip. He was still testing the waters, trying to figure out how far he could take this, the conversation, the petting, before you pulled back.

“It’s frustrating, isn’t it? And now a days it’s hard to find someone like that. Everyone claims to be detached from everything and weighed down with “trust issues” and blah blah blah, I’m just trying to find a partner who won’t put on an act all the while deluding themselves into thinking we’re in a relationship just so they can play the victim when I don’t want more.“

“Do you ever get that?” You shuddered when he leaned down to speak directly into your ear, his chest rubbing against the hard peak of your nipples, you rested a hand around his waist, pressing your body closer to his, still under the guise of overly-touchy friendliness as you played this dangerous game with him.

“God, yes” you groaned, whether it was to his question or the way you felt his hand slip lower on your back until it was resting just on the top of your ass, his fingers thrumming lightly, a beat you felt shoot straight to your pussy.

“This feels nice.” You sighed, “I like touching you like this.”

“Like what?” He murmured, his hands venturing lower at your words, to slip into the pockets of your jeans. You shuffled closer at that, wrapping your arms around his middle to hug him. You cocked your head back so you could peer into his eyes, slightly hidden from your view by his bangs. You sent him a drunken smile and he stared, enraptured. His head lowered slightly to press against your own, your breaths mingling, his eyes telling you everything he couldn’t say out loud. You swayed gently against each other to the music, the bass pounding so hard you could feel it in your chest.

“Yoongi!”

Yoongi peered over your head to shoot an annoyed glance at whoever had called out to him, only to come face to face with Jung Hoseok’s annoyingly exuberant grin.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, clearly annoyed at being interrupted at… whatever it was the two of you were doing. A standing cuddle session in the middle of a house party.

“What’s going on over here?”

You buried your head in Yoongi’s chest, feeling one arm envelope you back while the other kept a firm grip on his beer. You chose to ignore the obnoxiously suggestive tone to Hoseok’s question, and no doubt him waggling his eyebrows at Yoongi. Instead you inhaled Yoongi’s clean scent, opting to place a kiss on his chest, earning a pat on the butt.

“Yah, are you wearing lipstick?” He grumbled, peering down at his now plum lipstick stained white t-shirt.

“Oops.” You giggled, Hoseok long forgotten by now as Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh before tugging roughly on a strand of your hair.

“I wish I could hug you like this forever.” You whined dramatically, burying your head in his chest.

“You want to get out of here?” He asked, his voice husky at your ear.

“And do what?” You feigned innocence before pulling back to shoot him a coy look.

“Go to my house.” He replied, entranced by the way you bit your lip at his suggestion. He reached up to tug your lip from between your teeth and running a soothing finger over the aforementioned spot.

“And hug some more?” You played dumb.

He leaned down, his voice low and velvety in your ear, “Like hugging, only wetter.” -

And wetter was right, that night Yoongi had unleashed the most carnal of your desires, taking you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed for yourself until you were at his mercy, a trembling mess for him.

“Yoongi… I… wait I need to-”

Yoongi shoved you face down on the mattres, so lost in his own pleasure your whimpers and pleas were suddenly less of a turn on more of a nuisance that hindered his release. But you fought back, shoving at his hips behind you until he popped out of your pussy with a raunchy squelch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He spat, it was only when he realized you weren’t being coy that he finally stopped trying to shove his dick back inside of you. “Hey, are you alright?”

“No… I.. God this is so embarrassing.” You whined, entire face flushing. Yoongi cupped your face, running a soothing thumb over the apples of your cheek, his hard on still jutting against your slit, “No… I need to pee.”

“You need to what?”

“Pee, okay? God, just give me a sec.” You moved to make your way towards the bathroom only to have your attempts thwarted Yoongis thumbs pressing into your hips to keep you firmly in place on his mattress. You let out an annoyed huff, “Yoongi, what are you doing? I told you I have to -oh!”

You gasped when you felt the tip of Yoongi’s cock slide provocatively between your lips, your pussy so wet he would occasionally bump the head against your clit. You felt your desire weigh heavy in the pit of your stomach like lead, an orgasm fast approaching. A mewl of protest left your lips when he slipped the head in teasingly, your warmth enveloping him in a way that made him want to put up a sold sign and spend the rest of his days inside of you.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered, a little breathlessly. Even as you watched him grip the base of his cock, guiding himself into you, inch by delicious inch until you swore you could feel him in your cervix. Yoongi stilled when he had finally impaled you on his entire length, breathing through his nose and attempting to savor the way your pussy made him feel like he was dipping his cock in gold.

A cold tendril of panic slipped up your spine as you felt your labia swell, his cock hitting a particularly intense part of your pussy, so deep inside you didn’t even know it existed.

“Do you trust me?” He murmured against your neck, placing open mouthed kisses all up the column of your throat.

You nodded, mindlessly clawing at his back, drunken ‘yes’s spilling from your lips, anything to get him to hit that spot again.

“Oh fffffuck, Yoongi! Yes right there don’t move, please, please, please don’t move.” You cried out, suddenly overwhelmed by your own pleasure, the intensity of the entire situation making your legs buckle.

“Don’t move?” He whispered teasingly, “But I want you to cum for me.”

“I-I.. Please just keep pressing there, right there, deeper. I need you deeper.”

You had half a mind to be embarrassed by your sudden desperation but you had lost it somewhere amongst the nearly tangible pleasure you were experiencing. You were suddenly clawing at Yoongi’s ass cheeks, swiveling your hips up to get him as deep as he was before. He let out a curse when you clenched around, your nails digging into his behind as you physically pulled him deeper into your pussy until the pleasure was too much and you were suddenly toppling over the edge of the cliff. Stars blinked behind your eyes and your body arched off the bed, the intensity of your orgasm making your legs quiver roughly.

The sudden urge to pee was too much for you to handle, your weak and sensitized body finally giving in to the urge to push until you felt the wetness shooting from you and you had managed to push Yoongi’s cock from inside you with a provocative squelch. It wasn’t until you heard a “holy fuck” that you noticed he wasn’t seated deep inside of you like he was a minute ago.

You managed to peer one drowsy eye at the sudden shock on his face, waiting with baited breath for his protests of disgust at his now soiled bed sheets.

A gasp left your lips when he rubbed a gentle hand over your sensitive mound, watching in astonishment (and if we were being honest, lust) as he played in the small puddle of juices that was leaking from your pussy. The air left your lungs as you watched him raise his fingers to his mouth and suck.

“I didn’t know you squirt.” He said casually around the digits.

“Me neither.” -

To say you and Yoongi had an active sex life was truly an understatement. From that day on, he had devoted hours, days, weeks to learning your body, inside and out. And you enjoyed every goddamn minute.

Your relationship had somehow managed to stay relatively normal, you still went out and had a round of beers with the guys, occasionally went to catch the latest blockbuster, all while abiding by the invisible set of rules you both had set up for each other; no meddling in each other’s personal business unless otherwise asked to do so, no mutual exclusivity, and lots and lots of wild, monkey sex.

Yoongi was a great companion, and complimented your personality amazingly well. He was introverted where you were extroverted, calm and analytical where you were boisterous and impulsive. He kept you grounded while you made sure he didn’t miss out on life for his work.

And God, did he work. You sometimes had to physically pull him out from his office on the occasion where he wouldn’t even look up from his laptop long enough to notice you standing there with not a stitch of clothing on.

Tonight was definitely one of those nights. You had arrived at his apartment two hours ago with chicken and beer, only to have him grumble about how he wasn’t hungry. You rolled your eyes at that and walked over to sit next to him on the couch.

A loud, over dramatic sigh left your lips as you watched him work tirelessly, waiting for him to ask you what was wrong.

He never did.

It took three more sighs and a clear of your throat before he finally turned to acknowledge you, an annoyed grimace marring his otherwise handsome face, “What?”

“I’m really uncomfortable in these clothes.” You pouted, gesturing towards your work ensemble, a skin tight pencil skirt and a soft cashmere sweater that he had mentioned he liked in passing once.

Yoongi gestured a hand towards his bedroom before switching his focus back to his computer, “You know where my closet is, babe. Go find something to wear.”

You shot an annoyed glare at the back of his head, wondering how someone so clearly fucking dense had survived as long as he had before stomping your way towards his bedroom.

An irritated huff left your lips before you began yanking open doors, tugging at oversized t shirts before you found your favorite hoodie of his at the bottom. You tugged off your clothes letting it decorate his carpeted floor, knowing it would drive him nuts that you were so messy all the time. A pout marred your face as you stared at your reflection, the fancy black lingerie seemingly mocking now that Yoongi had decided you weren’t gonna have sex.

“Stupid Min Yoongi.” You cursed, reaching back to undo your bra before tugging his ultra soft hoodie over your head and letting the fabric pool right above your knees.

You spent another forty five minutes laid up in his bed, waiting for him to finish his work before you finally gave up and threw your phone down, making your way back to the living room.

Min Yoongi jumped, his back straightening when your threw yourself down on the open seat next to him.

“Oh, you’re still here?”

You made an annoyed sound in the back of your throat, annoyed by how cute he was even when he was being an obnoxious prick. His round frame glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes blinking a few times sincerely in shock that you were still here.

“I just came out here to borrow something.” You shrugged, reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

“Mhm.” He murmured, his attention back on his laptop.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you cooed, your other hand reaching to lace your fingers with his free one. Yoongi gave you an annoyed look but said nothing else and let you hold his hand.

It wasn’t another five minutes before you started fidgeting, adjusting yourself so your knees were touching his, tugging your laced hands between your legs to rest on your inner thigh. If Yoongi noticed, he didn’t say anything, still reading over whatever important document was on his screen.

You cleared your throat, side eyeing Yoongi to make sure he was still caught up in whatever he was doing before you tugged your hand free of his, placing his open palm flat against your mound. It took all of your will power not to shiver at his touch, even if it wasn’t really him touching you. You moved your hand to rest atop his own, putting your fingers in perfect sync with his own until you were coaxing them to press against the now wet fabric of your underwear-

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asked. Your eyes were closed as you shoved his two fingers deeper into the fabric of your panties and by result deeper into you, but your eyes didn’t have to be open for you to know he was probably glaring at you for interrupting his stupid work.

“I told you I needed to borrow something.” You murmured, head rolling back to rest against the sofa as you used his fingers to masturbate.

“And that somethings my hand>?” He scoffed.

You let out an annoyed growl at his constant need to ruin the mood before you yanked his laptop off his legs and shoved it onto the coffee table. Yoongi watched in annoyance and mild astonishment as you forced yourself into his lap and jabbed a small finger at his chest.

“You listen here Min Yoongi, I had a really long day at work and I brought you dinner and I came here so you could give me an orgasm, I don’t know why you’re being so fucking difficult. Literally,” you threw your hands up, gesturing wildly at him, “all you have to do is make me cum and I’ll shut up and probably go to sleep because God knows how you put me to sleep after. And then you’ll get peace and quiet and I’ll get my so desperately needed orgasm. Yoongi can you feel how wet I am, how selfish can you be man-”

You never got to finish your rant before Yoongi was tugging your underwear off your legs and unbuckling his own pants at an amazing speed, all things considered.

He adjusted the both of you so he was laying flat on the couch and you on top of him. You watched in astonishment as he tugged your (well his) hoodie up over your head to expose your breast, before sliding you down his body so you rested on his thighs.

Yoongi licked the open palm of his hand before shoving your legs apart, making you blush with the way he was staring at your pussy. You shot him a confused look when he reached a hand down to untuck his cock from his jeans.

“I’m not fully hard yet.” He explained before using the palm he spat on to lubricate his semi. You stared in awe at the provocative scene before you, Yoongi jacking off so close to you, all while staring intently at your pussy as if to torture himself. He let out a groan and you focused your attention to see what he was on about. Your juices began to trickle from your pussy and onto the denim of his jeans, drying a nearly translucent white.

You shivered when he reached out his hand to collect your juices before using it to further lubricate his cock, a trickle of pre-cum dripping from his slit.

“Yoongi.” You were so turned on you could barely see straight.

He didn’t need to be told twice and as soon as Yoongi was fully erect he was not so gently shoving inside of you.

“Yes,” You hissed.

Your pussy nearly wept at the full sensation, finally having something to deliciously clench around. Yoongi watched as you wasted no time, swiveling your hips so you could grind on his dick, too greedy to bounce and have even an inch of him leave you.

Your head fell back in ecstasy, inviting Yoongi to run an open palm down your body, between your breast and come to rest on your hips, guiding you to a slower pace.

“Yoongi,” you whined, trying to force his hands from restraining you. He sent you a gummy smile before finally reneging and letting you set the pace. You sighed in relief at having his dick at your disposal, Yoongi letting you use and abuse him as he folded his arm behind his. He pushed your body back until you were nearly laying flat, your legs wide open, Yoongi’s eyes trained on the way your pussy swallowed his cock, your juices dripping down your thigh to further stain the jeans shoved around his legs.

“I’m not gonna last long,” you muttered, “I’m too horny.”

“Shh..” Yoongi cooed, rubbing your thigh gently, “Play with yourself for me?”

You obliged, reaching a hand down your body to tweak your clit between your fingers, getting closer and closer to your orgasm with every flick. A hand snaked its way over your own until you felt Yoongi’s fingers guiding your own and he was pinching your clit using your fingers. “Do it how I would.”

“Yoongi!” You cried out, feeling him scrape that special place in your pussy with, the one only he knew how to maneuver, with a single thrust, “I’m close!”

“Are you gonna squirt for me?” He asked, his words laced with an enthusiasm you barely ever heard from him.

“I-I think so,” you nodded numbly.

“Go ahead for me. I love it when you squirt, you know that?” He murmured, tugging you closer so he could place kisses on your sticky throat, “God it makes me so fucking hard thinking about how I’m the only one who can get that from you, you know? I love how messy you are and how wet you make my cock. It’s all mine, every last drop of you belongs to me-”

The combination of his words and his hold on your throat was nearly too much and before you knew what was happening, shudders wracked your body, your pussy swelling until the familiar pressure on your urethra increased. You cried out in loss when you felt yourself being tugged off of Yoongi’s cock.

“I want you to cum on me.” He groaned and as if on cue your orgasm followed his words, flooding you with a pleasure so intense you were positively sure Yoongi had ruined you. You heard the familiar sound of slick flesh as Yoongi positioned you over his abdomen so your release could drop down his stomach in the most erotic way possible. You groaned at the wet slap your pussy made against his abdomen, still in utter disbelief that your orgasm had lasted this long.

“Jesus, are you still cumming?” He muttered, pulling back onto his lap, your lips separating so he could feel the quivers from your pussy. Yoongi guided you, making you slide yourself up and down his dick until he felt the familiar sensation tingling its way up his spine.

“Fuck. Gonna cum. Open.” He muttered, before haphazardly shoving inside of you. It only took him three or four thrust before earning a gasp from you as his hot cum splashed your inner walls. “God damn your pussy feels like heaven. I swear to Christ.”

You both laid there for a moment, unable to speak, much less make use of your limbs long enough to clean up. You sighed contentedly against his naked chest, drumming your fingers happily.

“Is the baby happy now that she got what she wanted?” He mocked.

You lifted your head to shoot him a grin, “Yes.”

He rolled his eyes at you, tapping your butt for you to get off of him, “Up. I have work to do now.”

The Styles Effect Pt. 1

Part Two

Requests Open

Warnings: Cursing, feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)

Summary:

Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

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