i just love how he strokes the hair out of her face

Baby Blues (Intro)

Baby Blues: Eleven months after a one night stand, Bucky is faced with raising his daughter and things are getting tough. That is, until he meets you, his extremely introverted neighbor. 

A/N: This is just a smol intro to the smol series that I need to get off my computer before my brain implodes, so bare with me, y’all. ;) I hope you guys like it! - D.

Pairing: Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angsty as heck. Mentions of drug abuse. Swearing. Smut is implied. Bucky’s a dad. (If you’re uncomfy with any of these, keep scrolling.)

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steve harrington x reader • cold coffee

Summary: Waking up next to Steve is something that you can get used to.

Word Count: 1600+

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some language.

Notes: I started writing something angsty and got sad so I wrote this to make myself feel better. Idk man, idk. It got longer than I wanted?? and off topic?? I just love these kids and i love Steve Harrington.

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Originally posted by cameronxboyce

Dating Steve Harrington came with a lot of surprises. The whole Upside Down thing, oddly enough, wasn’t one of them; you’d stumbled into that whole mess before you’d even met him, thanks to your insatiable curiosity and tendency to nose around places you really had no business being in. No, the oddities that Steve brought to your life were much more mundane, and all the more surprising for that.

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Another Man (One Shot)

Inspired by this pic of drunk Harry at the Another Man launch party last year. He looked too fine to not write about. Sorry if I hyped it up too much and isn’t as filthy as y’all expected.

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The bones in my feet cracked and a long groan emitted from my body as I stretched from my head to my toes. I had been cramped up in the same position for the past five or six hours, occasionally taking a stretch break every once in a while to make sure blood was still flowing. It was a Saturday night and I usually spent them with Harry but tonight was different. I had a 10 page research report due on Monday about mental diseases and therapy, just now finishing after slaving away for several hours.

Usually I had my work done during the week but I was distracted everyday because of Harry. He was stressing out about the launch of his feature in Another Man magazine. I had to help him plan his launch party and make sure he had the right suit and other things that seem unimportant now. The party was scheduled to tonight, and of course I couldn’t go with Harry.

At first, Harry was reluctant to go without me, feeling bad that I was stuck at home doing work while he was celebrating with his friends and having a good time. I forced him to go. After all, the party was for him and not me. Admittedly, I was disappointed in the fact that I would be missing such an important event for him and I knew how much he wanted me to be there. But I had pushed off the assignment for too long and if it weren’t done today, then it would never get done.

I heard the chime of the alarm system go off, indicating that a door had just opened. Knowing it was Harry, I wasn’t alarmed when I heard him whistling the same tune he always did as his footsteps padded up the stairs to our bedroom. Harry came into view, staring down at his phone as he tapped a message to someone.

“Still awake, I see,” he said, continuing to type his message as I sat criss-crossed in front of my laptop. His words were slightly slurring together but not as much as they would if he were really drunk.

“Mhmm. Have a fun time at your party?” I replied, saving my work and shutting the laptop before pushing it to the side.

“Yeah. Had a few drinks, if you don’t mind,” Harry said, glancing at me for only a second before looking back at his phone. “I see you’ve had some, too.” He was referring to the almost empty glass of wine I had sitting on the bedside table.

“Well, I had to celebrate you somehow. Even if it was just by myself,” I quipped happily. I don’t know if it was the wine or I was just glad he was home after a long day but I had this tingly feeling in my toes. Not to mention, he certainly looked delicious. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His lips were as pink as ever, surrounded by a week’s worth of stubble, and his eyes were drooping slightly from being tipsy. He had cut his hair a few months ago, getting rid of the long locks that went past his shoulders and introducing a new hairstyle that I’d never imagine seeing on him. It suited him, making him look even older and more mature. All I could say was that he looked delicious, even this late at night.

Harry rambled on about his night, talking about the many celebrities that congratulated him on this magazine cover and how his older sister was highly jealous of him. His already loose tie was discarded on the dresser along with the many rings he wore on his fingers. He made his way to the closet to take off the rest of his clothes, making light conversation with me as he did this.

“I wish you would’ve come, love. Probably would’ve been more fun,” he said.

“Me too. Maybe next time,” I replied.

“Mum wouldn’t stop asking ‘bout you. She was running my ear the entire night, saying I shouldn’t have left the only girl she’s ever liked all by herself at home. Almost think she loves you more than I do.”

I laughed softly. Anne never failed to shower me with love in any way possible, even if it meant overlooking Harry completely. She always said that I was the perfect match for Harry, and everyday I believed her more. We were in sync in and we rarely fought, and if we did it always ended with rough sex.

My skin was on fire. All I wanted to do was kiss him and let him touch me everywhere. “Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry replied, completely disregarding the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. He was rambling on about George Barnett telling him a joke that only Harry would find funny. I could still hear him rummaging around in the closet.

“Can you come here?” I said trying not to sound whiny.

“Give me a minute. These bloody shoes are a bit hard to get off,” Harry said as he grunted in frustration. He continued on with his story that seemed to drag on and on.

I sighed. This was taking longer than I expected and the heat between my legs was causing me to squirm. “Baby?”

Harry emerged from the closet, still wearing his loose button up shirt and pants. “What is it?” He asked.

I bit my lip and motioned my finger for him to come here. A small smirk spread across his lips as he came closer, his tall frame towering over me while I sat on my knees on the bed. I leaned in for a kiss, humming against his lips as I felt knots in my stomach form. Harry’s lips moved slowly but expertly on mine as his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and into my hair. His other hand cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Harry was an amazing kisser, always knowing when to use his tongue and how much to use.

The stubble around his mouth and on his chin tickled me but I had to hold back my laugh. I could only imagine how it’d feel if it were tickling the insides of my thighs instead while I rode his face.

Harry detached our lips and pecked my cheek. “One of those nights, huh?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips that made me want to kiss him even more. His thumb ran over my lips and pulled my bottom lip down as I nodded my head and whimpered a little, craving to feel his lips on mine again. I licked the tip of his thumb before enveloping it into my mouth, sucking lightly and making Harry hum.

“Missed you. And your fingers,” I hummed. Harry slipped two of his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to suck on them like I would his cock, bobbing my head up and down against him. I maintained eye contact with him because I knew how much it drove him crazy. I didn’t mind tasting the metal of his rings. I was too focused on the tips of his fingers poking at the back of my throat, making me gag but turn him on at the same time. I gagged once more before pulling back and licking his fingers, a small giggle coming from my spit covered lips that curved into a sinister smile.

God, you’re so sexy, beautiful, gorgeous,” he said, cupping my face again and kissing me in between each praise. My hands ran up and down his exposed chest. I fucking loved it when he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his toned chest and the cross necklace that dangled on his collarbones. Something about it made me crazy and want to jump his bones in a heartbeat.

I pulled away for a brief second just to whine, “fuck me,” before planting kisses from the corner of Harry’s mouth down to his neck and collarbones. I took the cross necklace between my teeth and looked up at Harry, who had his lips parted slightly, nearly drooling at the sight of his girl begging for it.

Harry held my chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it up slightly and releasing the necklace from my teeth. He placed a soft kiss to my lips that earned a soft moan from me.

“I’m tempted. Not tonight, kitten. M'really drained. What good would a half-assed fuck be if I can’t give you the pleasure you want?” Harry said. The hand that he had on the back of my neck rubbed circles in my hair. There was no way that all of that didn’t even make him hard.

I pouted, feeling desperate just for a touch from him. “Please, just a little bit,” I begged. “Doesn’t have to be for long. Just put the tip in and I’ll cum in minutes. I need you.”

Harry chuckled softly and pressed kisses on my lips and cheeks. As much as he loved when I begged like this, he wasn’t budging. “Sorry, love. Tomorrow,” he said. He placed a tender kiss on my lips once more before disappearing back into the closet to take off the rest of his clothes and change into something more fitting for sleep.

I sighed in defeat as I plopped down in bed and shut off my bedside lamp. Harry slid into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my body and pulling me closer. He nibbled on my earlobe before kissing it and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck before mumbling a good night that I reciprocated kindly but bitterly.

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Sleep wasn’t an option since I kept waking up every hour, craving for Harry. We’d barely touched each other all week except for when I sucked him off while he was driving home on Tuesday.

It was three in the morning and all I could think about was me riding his cock or even his face. I whimpered as my mind flickered to the thoughts of his pretty pink lips covered with juices from my orgasm as he inched me towards the brink of another one. My thighs squeezed together just thinking about the dirty things he’d say to me like “so wet for me kitten” or “fuck you taste so good” or “I bet your pussy would feel so good on my cock”

Judging by the way he was breathing, I knew Harry was fast asleep, so there was no chance of me waking him up for a 3 am quickie, for he’d be angry and tell me to go back to sleep. Even though he was knocked out, I could still feel his bulge behind me. This usually happened whenever we slept like this. I usually wore one of his T shirts and panties to sleep— sometimes skipping the latter— and he would wear boxers or shorts without underwear. Harry would get his morning wood because I moved too much in my sleep and I usually ignored it but tonight was different. His arm was wrapped around my waist and his breath was on the back of my neck. I decided to do the one thing that would help my situation.

I circled my hips slowly, rubbing my ass up and down Harry’s growing bulge. A quiet whimper came from me as I continued to do this.

Harry’s breathing changed slightly as I grinding against him to get the friction I needed. I could feel his body become lighter as he woke up a little, dry humping me even though he was still asleep. A small moan came from his throat, which earned one from me.

“Harry,” I moaned softly as I rubbed up and down my slit through my panties.

“Not now, baby,” Harry’s raspy voice said lowly. His arm pulled me closer and his face nuzzled into my neck. The grinding stopped and my heart sunk.

I whimpered in response but it sounded like a short cry, though that would be plausible since I was in so much agony at the moment.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely audible even with him right next to my ear. “Hm, tell me what’s wrong.”

I turned around to face him, who still had his eyes closed but they struggled to stay open after a long day of anxiousness, excitement, and fatigue. “I want you,” I moaned softly, kissing his lips and begging for him to take me. “Please, daddy.”

A low grumble sounded from his throat as he rubbed his eyes. “’s that bad, innit?” He asked. His green eyes drooped from tiredness, and for a second, I felt bad for waking him up.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Harry sighed as his fingers reached under the covers and hooked onto the waist band of my panties before snapping them against my skin to tell me to take them off. I did so quickly and kicked them off the bed as to not waste time. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him, sliding down on the bed so my wet lips were positioned right on top of his.

“’s this what yeh wanted, kitten?” Harry hummed, kissing the inside of my thighs and inching dangerously close to my entrance. “Waking me up at three in the morning just so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned. My legs trembled as his tongue made a long stride up my slit. Harry’s tongue worked wonders against my heat, flicking up against my sensitive clit. His moans rumbled through my entire body as he suckled against the bundle of nerves. “Oh, baby.”

Harry’s arm wrapped around my thigh and his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. The only noises in the room was the sound of Harry’s lips smacking against my wet pussy hungrily and me moaning his name simultaneously. Harry’s eyes never lost contact with mine as he at me out so gloriously until he shut his eyes as if this was the greatest feeling in the world; having his girl sitting on his face and riding his mouth like she would his cock.

My legs felt like jelly as I neared closer to my orgasm, Harry pushing me on with dirty talk. He reached up and squeezed my breasts. “That’s right, kitten. Ride my face just like that,” Harry said. His voice was muffled under me but it was enough to drive me over the edge. Harry flicked his tongue at just the right angle, making me feel like my insides were on fire and like I was riding on a cloud.

“Fuck, baby. Right there,” I moaned breathlessly. Harry continued flicking his tongue rapidly as he squeezed my ass and smacked it harshly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a strong orgasm rippled through my body and my juices spilled on Harry’s tongue. Muscles taut and toes curling, a series of involuntary moans pushed past my lips. I had to lift myself off Harry’s mouth otherwise I’d be screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Harry kissed the inside of my thighs sweetly before flipping me under him. His lips pressed softly to my cheek, neck, and down my body as he pushed my shirt— or rather his shirt— above my breasts. His tongue swirled around both of my nipples briefly before leaving my body entirely.

A sigh left his lips as he fumbled with the hem of his shorts that he began pulling down. I was starting to feel bad for waking him up after only a couple hours of sleep. “Harry, you don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to push his hands away but he smacked them away.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, love?” He said, a tired smile spreading across his lips. His eyes were glowing even with his dark pupils engulfing the emerald irises.

Harry discarded his shorts on the floor before mounting me. He spread my legs wide and positioned himself on his knees in between mine, all while pulling my hips towards him more. A grunt of approval came from him as he rubbed my wet slit with the tip of his cock. I held my breath as he pushed in, never getting used to the way it felt having his length in me.

Once he was fully in me I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. Harry began thrusting into me slowly but deeply. I could tell he was concentrating hard on everything that made me feel good as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His hips rocked back in forth at a slow pace, which usually had me growing impatient but this time it felt just right.

Our skin stuck together as his hips glided into my softly. The air in the room was filled with my soft moans and Harry’s heavy breathing. I love the way he looked when he fucked me so good like this. It was like the only thing that mattered to him was that I was content and feeling all the pleasure I could, having it all come from him.

One of his large hands squeezed my breasts before sliding up to wrap around my neck. I couldn’t hide the devilish grin that spread across my face, and I knew that Harry saw it too. “You like that, don’t you? Hmm, you like it when daddy chokes you a bit?” Harry cooed quietly. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of his mouth, making large dents in his cheeks. It made me giggle but the feeling was so good that I couldn’t suppress my moans.

I didn’t mean to whine and moan so much but this slow pace was driving me to the edge. Harry’s soft lips were slightly parted with his bottom lip always jutting out and begging to be kissed and sucked on. I pulled him closer so I could do just that, not caring that sleep was on his breath. At first, his lips moved lazily on mine but they soon gave in and melted onto my skin. Harry’s tongue was always first to invade my mouth but it was never in a bad way.

Harry’s pace began to quicken, making him hit the right spot more frequently now and leaving me a moaning mess under him. My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved from mine to my neck. My other hand squeezed his ass because I knew how much he liked it. Harry always thought it was my silent way of begging him to go deeper and hit harder. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Shit,” Harry groaned as his hips crashed against mine faster and harder. The bed creaked under us, making me smile because you’d think that a multimillionaire like Harry would have more than enough money to buy a bed that was less noisy. He claimed that he liked the sounds it made when he’s fucking me good.

“Fuck me,” I whined softly in Harry’s ear. There’s nothing more that he loved than to hear me whining and begging in his ear while he fucked me deep like this. I couldn’t control my moans anymore and my muscles were growing taut. I knew harry could feel my walls clenching around him based on the helpless moans omitting from him that he tried to conceal. Words need not to be spoken as my moans spoke for me, reaching a higher volume than before. My toes curled and my stomach knotted, leaving my body shaking as I climaxed around Harry’s cock.

As I caught my breath, Harry continued thrusting inside of me. “C'mon, baby. Cum for me. I know how much you like fucking me like this, yeah? You like when I squeeze my walls around you like that?” I whispered in Harry’s ear before nibbling on it.

“Oh, fuck me,” Harry groaned. It took a few more strokes and the aid of my moans to get Harry to come inside of me. His warm release filled me up in a way that I would never get used to.

For a moment we just lied there panting and being lost for words. Looking up at the ceiling, I was seeing more than just the chandelier. I was seeing stars and colors even though the room was nearly pitch black. Harry always had this affect on me and I knew I had it on him too.

When I was finally done struggling for air, I felt Harry’s soft lips pecking my neck and chest. “Such a horny girl. Maybe I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” Harry said with a chuckle. He pulled himself out of me, making me whimper at the sudden cold and emptiness, and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet rag that he used to clean me up with before using it on himself.

“You’re so good to me,” I said softly. Harry climbed back into bed with me and pecked my lips.

“Anythin’ for my baby.”

The Secret Book Club Part 6

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Flirting, boners, filthy cocktails, bump n grind and a very naughty Loki

Words: 2995

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

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crystal-fridge  asked:

If you're still doing Voltron fics, could you do one with a Winged AU where Lance hides his wings because they're different, pretty, but different, and when something goes wrong on a mission he uses them to save everyone with some really cool unique power he has? I mean, if you want to. I really love your work and wanted to know.

This took me like three days to do because I couldn’t stop colouring wings for them. Anyways, I hope you guys like this.


Lance watched his teammate’s fly around the nest he was laying in. They set up the nest in the hanger’s rafters so they could easily go up there after missions and still have plenty of room to fly around when they were traveling through space. He found it funny; when he first met each of them in the Garrison he was puzzled by their wings but now that they were in space, it all made sense. Shiro soared above him, his black and white speckled wings stretched out to either side of him. Unlike usual, he looked completely relaxed as the air blew through his fringe.

He dodged neatly to the side when Keith shot up from underneath him, trying to knock him off course. They laughed and circled each other in mock fight formation. The red, yellow, and orange wing beat wildly trying to make up for the sheer size that Shiro’s wings had over his own. He laid his head on his arms to look over the side of the nest when they fell into a nosedive towards the floor.

Hunk and Pidge both shriek and dove out of the way, Hunk’s chocolate brown and golden wing instinctually covered Pidge even though they were already standing on the ground. She huffed and pushed the limb off as Hunk gave sheepish apologies. She only gave him a fond grin but looked up at Shiro and Keith with an annoyed glare, which they didn’t notice as they were still chasing each other around the hanger. Her emerald green wings snapped up and she gave chase, surprising the two at her speed. Hunk laughed and gave a powerful beat and was gliding alongside the others. Lance looked on with a smile, he loved seeing his friends fly. They were able to forget about where they were and what they were meant to do and just became kids again.

‘Maybe it’s time to tell them the truth,’ Lance thought with a small frown. It had been months since they came to the Castle and they had undoubtedly bonded as not only a team but closer to a family. He heard the sound of soft flapping and looked behind him to see his team with ruffled feathers and carefree smiles on their faces.

‘No time like the present, I guess,’ he turned to them with a smile.

“How come you didn’t join us?” Shiro asked curiously trying to stroke his feathers into place. Lance looked down with a nervous gulp and started wringing his hands together.

“I was actually thinking of that right now,” he said. Looking up he saw that he had every paladin’s attention. He pressed his hands together to try and stop them from trembling.

“What is it?” Hunk asked. His forehead was creased in worry as he looked at his best friend. Not even he had seen Lance’s wings and he had known him the longest out of everyone. Not by much, they met the first year of the Garrison but still.

“I-um,” he mumbled trying to work up the courage. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, he trusted them and he wanted them to know.

“It’s okay Lance, we’ll understand,” Shiro said encouragingly with a small grin on his face.

“I- I’m wingless,” he finally blurted out.

‘Shit,’ he thought. He cautiously looked up at his teammates and almost cringed at the pity that was plan on their faces. They all rushed forward, engulfing him in a hug and began chirping and cooing at him in comfort. He sighed into the group and after a while ducked down out of it. Although being wingless wasn’t uncommon, they still felt guilty that they had been flying around carelessly while he was grounded.

“Lance… I am so sorry,” Shiro said after a moment of silence. The others nodded in agreement looking heartbroken at Lance. He gave them a single shrug and slightly turned away from them.

“It’s alright I guess, I’ve lived with it my entire life,” he stated softly. He walked to the edge of the nest and made to get out.

“Where are you going?” Keith asked. Lance turned to them and gestured to the door at ground floor.

“I’m pretty beat, I’m going to crash for the night,” he replied with a shrug.

“You could sleep up here,” Pidge suggested looking at the rest of the team. They nodded and looked at Lance with hope. He bit his lip and looked away.

“I would but I, uh, have to shower and do a face mask and stuff still,” Lance replied shooting finger guns at them to their disappointment. He felt guilty as their wings drooped slightly.

“Maybe if I’m not too tired I’ll come back after I’m done,” he sighed. They immediately perked up again with a smile. He headed for the ladder attached to the beam and shrieked in surprise when arms lifted him up and began descending to the ground. He glanced up and saw Shiro grinning down at him. He gently placed him on the ground and ruffled his hair.

“I hope I see you later,” he said before taking off again back up to the nest. He nodded even though he knew that Shiro couldn’t see him and trudged out of the hanger.


“What the hell is wrong with me?” Lance growled at himself as he turned the water in the shower on. He paced in front of the mirror and wrung his hands together in agitation.

“Wingless?! Really?” He groaned dragging his hands down his face. He faced the shower and grasped the hem of his shirt and carefully peeled it over his head. He carefully unwrapped the bandages wrapped around his torso and let the cloth slide down his feathers. He sighed and ran his fingers through the dull blue feathers and looked in the mirror. He winced as the ache in his joints when he lifted and flexed the four wings on his back.

Not two.

Four.

As far as he knew he was only the third person to ever have four wings. The first he came to find, told the world of his condition believing himself to be descended from a god. Ultimately he was captured by the government and experimented on to find out more about his mutation. The second was a newborn girl who was taken away from her mother the minute she was born.

She didn’t make it to her second birthday.

The government dubbed anyone with four wings as a rowan.They found that that the wings were far more durable than normal wings almost as strong as a military grade armour. When they seemed threatened they turned into sharp and hardened like steel, it rendered them incapable of flight but the feathers were razor sharp. This is what made the government so wary of rowans. That and the fact that the first subject immediately attacked them after he transformed his wings this way. However, it was after months and months of merciless experimentation.

Lance was lucky and blessed to have been born to a very large and loyal family. He had his mother and registered midwife of an Aunt to thank for being born in the family home instead of in the hospital. He was registered as being wingless from the moment he was born and grew up being carefully monitored and maintained his whole life. Not that he minded much, he knew the danger he could potentially face if he was ever found out.

They couldn’t keep him locked away for long and relented when he decided to apply to the Garrison. Thanks to his distantly related Uncle who worked as a medical examiner he was able to get in and confirmed as wingless. He may have been lying to the government but hey, they lie all the time and no one gives them shit about it.

He knew that he could potentially be in a lot of danger for doing this but it felt like something that he needed to do. Maybe one day, he would become a famous explorer and he could become an advocator for rowans, just like him. That is if there were people like him on Earth. He looked mournfully at his tangled and muted feathers and wanted nothing more to soar through the air with his new family but he wasn’t sure what they would do. They were all still members of the military and were constantly briefed on what to do if they ever encountered a rowan in the field. He missed feeling the wind in his feathers though, he hadn’t had the chance to fly since he joined the Garrison.

He sighed and climbed into the shower letting the warm water wash away his thoughts. He couldn’t exactly go back to the nest tonight and tell everyone that he wasn’t wingless but actually a rowan. It would be too much for them to process. He would just have to wait a little bit longer until he knew for sure what they thought of him. He smiled at his plan and decided that it was the best course of action for now. If only to make himself feel more comfortable with the situation. After a half hour, he got out of the shower and attempted to dry off. He shook his feathers slightly trying to rid them of water but stopped when they started to sting from overuse. He sighed and locked his door in case anyone tried to get him in the middle of the night, he would have to leave them uncovered to dry properly and wrap them again in the morning. He carefully laid on his stomach and propped his head up to look at the door. Deep down he wished one of his teammates would come and ask if he was going to join them but he knew that they would be busy enough grooming each other’s wings to worry about him.


Usually recon missions went very well for them, all things considered. When your bones were light enough to step without making noises and were able to quickly fly out of a galran’s visual range, it was quite hard to detect them. Because of this they usually didn’t have a contingency plan prepared if something went awry.

“We’re pinned, Shiro!” Keith yelled into the coms. The sound of Keith’s bayard slicing and shots from Hunk’s cannon were loud in the background.

“Everyone head to Hunk and Keith’s location if you’re able,” Shiro commanded.

“Roger,” Lance said in response, he turned from his own defeated sentries and headed towards their position. They were lucky that this particular outpost was occupied only by sentries and drones as it had been abandoned by the Galra a long time ago.

“I’m close guys,” he heard Pidge say. Looking at the schematics of the base, he could see that Shiro made it to them and Pidge was heading down the corridor to join them, making Lance the furthest away. He sighed when he noticed that they had been corralled in what looked to be a sealed storage hanger and the only exit was the way they went in. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward into a full sprint determined to help his teammates. He could hear their laboured breathing and pain grunts as they took hits from the sentries.

“There’s too many of them!” Pidge yelled out in panic. He darted around the corner clutching his bayard tightly in his hands. The minutes felt like hours as he rushed through the halls, the sound of his teams panicked yells and shouts of pain. He froze when he saw the state that his team was fighting in. It almost felt like he was watching the scene in slow motion. Pidge’s foot being grabbed as she tried in vain to fly away and being slammed into the ground. Hunk trying desperately to shoot away the sentries but being tackled mid shot. Keith swinging his sword wildly and the look of surprise when he was punched in the jaw; and Shiro, oh Shiro. He was already on the ground and was absolutely covered in them, he swung his arm taking out sentries left and right but he was still trying to drag himself over to protect the others.

It only took a split second for Lance to take all of it in and begin storming towards the opening. Without thought, he banished his bayard away from him and began running towards the entrance. There must have been almost one hundred sentries activated, maybe more but he wasn’t about to falter.

“Lance! Run!” Shiro shouted when he noticed the paladin coming closer to the battle. At his voice, the sentries turned their attention to the newly arriving human. The marks on their body gave an ominous red glow as they began running at Lance. The others began struggling anew, wanting desperately to help their friend. The one they thought would be more helpless than them because he was wingless.

“Lance!” They screamed out in terror for him. Their eyes widened in shock when the back of his armour shattered and metallic looking wings burst out. He twisted around with the wings pushed out. They sliced clean through the first line of robots. They watched in shocked awe as Lance twirled around with his wings spread, destroying sentries in a deathly dance. As the last one fell he faced away from them, his wings lifted.

“Rowan,” Pidge breathed out in shock. The wings dropped in realization and Lance looked over his shoulder at them.

“I’m sorry,” is all he said before he ran away from them. They leapt up ready to follow close behind him but Shiro held out his hand for them to stop. They looked at him in confusion.

“We need to give him a little time, just enough for him to settle,” he said. They reluctantly agreed and walked out of the hanger.


After exiting their lions, they decided that they had to look for Lance. It wasn’t that difficult since they found his abandoned chest plate near the rafter ladder. They landed in the nest and saw Lance huddled in a ball at the other side of the nest. Without the metallic sheen on Lance’s feathers, they could see how lifeless and messy the wings really were.

Without a word, they all cuddled up against Lance. Shiro and Hunk on each side and Keith and Pidge in front of him. They didn’t need to say anything to him, and they didn’t need his explanation. They already understood why he was afraid to tell them. They could feel Lance begin to tremble between them and start to let out small sobs between breaths. Hunk gave a small smile and cradled Lance’s head against his shoulder. After an hour of silent comforting, Shiro laid a hand on Lance’s wing and carefully folded it out over his lap. Lance abandoned Hunk’s shoulder to look at him in confusion. Shiro grinned at him and began brushing his hand through his feathers, gently untangling them.

“You don’t have to Shiro,” Lance mumbled.

“I want to Lance,” He replied grabbing Lance’s cheek in his palm. “Let me do this for you,”

“I want to too,” Hunk said excited and carefully draped his other top wing onto his lap. Lance’s head whipped to Hunk’s side again in shock.

“No arguments either,” he said when he saw Lance begin to open his mouth. He gave Hunk a pout but obeyed.

“Me too,” Pidge grinned reaching for his lower wings. He didn’t even try to put up a fight this time, even when Keith mumbled something and got to work on the last one.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully. He rested his chin on his folded arms as he leaned on the edge of the nest. He wasn’t sure if he could look at any of them without bursting into tears, so he looked down at where he could see Blue instead.

“Maybe after this, we can go flying?” Pidge suggested. The rest of the paladins nodded their heads but this time they all turned to Lance as well. At their silence, he turned just enough to see them.

“Um, I haven’t exactly flown since I joined the Garrison,” he stated sheepishly.

“Well, then it’s about time you stretched your wings then isn’t it?” Hunk smiled.

“I guess it is,” he smiled back after a moment’s hesitation. Everyone gave a small cheer and got back to their jobs. Just as careful as before but now with a sense of urgency. Lance beamed down at Blue, feeling absolute love for and from the people around him. He couldn’t be any more lucky and blessed than he was right now.

hold my heart

summary: bucky asks you to help him get ready for a date, but your crush on him may get in the way of your pure intention of helping him

pairing: bucky x reader 

word count: 1268 words

warnings: none, unless you’re allergic to fluff or some shit

notes: sorry if I haven’t posted original stuff in a while, I’ve been a lil sick and busy, and my eyes haven’t been good, but hopefully I’m back! also i’ve never seen the below gif so…goodbye to my heart. thanks to @denialanderror for being a beta at such short notice!

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Originally posted by camilapurdy

“Y/N!” A voice calls, and you shut your book, setting it down beside you on the couch. You’re half asleep, wearing a strappy singlet and a pair of pyjama shorts, because you basically never go out.

“What do you want, Bucky?” You raise an eyebrow when you see him appear in the hallway, his hair dishevelled and still wet from the shower. Not to mention that he was only in his boxers and his v-line was showing. Great.

He gestures to himself a little, before saying, “You know what the girls want, right? Can you help me with choosing an outfit for my date?”

You can’t help but feel your heart clench a little, but you plaster a small smile on your face. “Of course, Buck. Come on, let’s see your options.”

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All I’ve got II pt. 5

Jungkook x reader

genre: ANGST, fluff, hints of smut, bestfriend!jungkook and tattooed!jungkook

word count: 11.6k

happy birthday to me


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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So, you’re the babysitter?

Summary: Namjoon is babysitting for a family and expected just a plain night with him and a baby. What he didn’t expect is what would happen when you showed up

Genre: fluff, light smut. High school au, shy!reader

Pairing: RM x reader

Y/n = your name, y/m/n = your mother’s name, y/b/n = your brother’s name, y/l/n = your last name 💗

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

“Our numbers are on the fridge and if he starts to get fussy just give him his favorite blanket, that always works. If anything goes wrong call me or my husband,” she stood in the doorway smiling at Namjoon.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n, don’t worry I’ll take good care of your son,” Namjoon smiled back.

“Great, thank you. We’ll be back around 11,” Y/m/n said as she started walking out the door with her husband. “Oh, and one last thing,” she turned back halfway out the door with a brand new expression. “Our teenage daughter is upstairs, she never comes out when the babysitters are here,” she said rolling her eyes. “Just thought you should know.”

Teenage daughter? Namjoon thought. If they had a teenage daughter why did he have to babysit? “Have a good night Mrs. Y/l/n,” he said to your mother as she left.

Your mom smiled and walked out the door. Namjoon turned back to the living room, looking at the baby that was sitting on a mat chewing on a teething toy. “Well,” he said looking at the infant. “Looks like it’s just you and me tonight buddy,” he said and went to sit next to the baby to occupy him. He’d probably flip through channels on the tv while sitting there to make sure he didn’t cry or need changing.

At least, that was the night he expected.

-

You waited at least 20 minutes after your parents left to sneak down the stairs to catch a glance at the babysitter. Your mother never approved of you being the one to take care of your baby brother. You crept down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen, trying not to make to much noise. You didn’t have to be so quiet, but you also didn’t need to be noisy. What if y/b/n was sleeping?

You opened the fridge and grabbed a juice, holding the cold bottle, condensation gathering on your hand. You closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen, your bare feet padding on the tile, and you walked to your living room where you heard murmurs and the tv playing. You could feel your face heating up as you leaned on the wall near the entrance of the living room, and you observed the boy sitting with your baby brother.

Holding the baby was none other than, Kim Namjoon, your crush.

You messed with the cap of your juice. “So you’re the baby sitter…” You spoke calmly, looking at Namjoon who hadn’t noticed you yet.

He turned his head to you, visibly jumping. “Oh, you startled me,” he responded not knowing what else to say.

“Sorry,” you looked at your hands.

“Yes, I’m the babysitter,” he had a warm smile. Your brother sat in his lap, and he cooed at Namjoon, gripping his shirt. You looked at your brother and smiled lovingly. You truly loved your brother, he was the sweetest baby on earth. You just wished your parents trusted you with him more.

“Question,” Namjoon looked at you. He saw you smiling at the baby while leaning on the wall, a juice in your hand. He truly thought you looked adorable in that moment. A T-shirt and leggings, no shoes. Not much different than when he saw you at school, but more casual, laid back. He liked it.

“Shoot,” you said finally opening the bottle and sipping it.

“So if you’re here, then why am I?” Namjoon hoped that the tingle on his face wasn’t a blush when your eyes went from the baby to him.

You sighed, although it was barely audible, and smiled weakly. “My parents don’t trust me with my own brother.”

Namjoon frowned. “Why?”

You scoffed. “Hell if I know.” You walked over to where he and your brother were and sat in front of him. Your brother’s eyes lit up as he looked at you and he squealed, grabbing for you. Namjoon smiled and handed y/b/n to you. “They hate me…” Your tone was sad but you had a smile as you held your brother.

“He seems to love you,” Namjoon looked from the baby to you. It was a sweet sight. You played with him carefully, a nice smile on your face and love in your eyes. It almost looked like a mother and her child.

You nodded. “And I love him. I just wish my parents let me be around him more.”

“Do you often come down when the babysitters are here?” Namjoon asked.

You shook your head and held your brother. “No. I’m always too scared of what they’d think of me being here when they’re babysitting, or I’m embarrassed when they’re younger than me,” you explained.

Namjoon held a playful smirk. “So what makes me so different?”

You met his eyes. “You don’t seem so mean or judgemental. And I know you…” You said. You figured that you could at least come out of your shell a little bit around him. You were always so shy, and why the hell not? You were spending time with your brother, and your crush.

Namjoon knew you weren’t the most sociable at school. You had a few friends, never really made an effort to cause attention to yourself, not that you really needed to, you were absolutely stunning in Namjoon’s eyes, and he wasn’t really surprised when he found himself falling for you. You had talked a few times before, smiled at each other in the halls, and even worked with each other in chemistry sometimes. He cherished the moments he had with you.

“But besides,” you continued, “I get to spend time with him,” you smiled at your brother and kissed the baby’s nose as he giggled.

“Well, maybe this night won’t be as boring now,” Namjoon smiled

“Oh trust me, your night wouldn’t be boring with even just him. He’s so energetic,” you smiled and cooed at the baby. “Plus he loved to cuddle,” you giggled. “And scream.” You tickled his tummy and the baby screeched with laughter. Your calm laughter was almost covered up by the babies laughs, if it weren’t so melodic to Namjoons ears. Namjoon watched you as you played with your brother. He grabbed for your hair and you lifted him up in the air and back down, making the baby laugh and giggle and he cooed at all the tickles. You set him down calmly on your lap and stroked his head. It was so adorable to watch.

You looked up to find Namjoons eyes on you. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing. You’re just cute,” Namjoon blurted and then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, that’s just cute to watch, you and the baby, b-but not that you’re not cute, I mean-”

You giggled, interrupting his babbling. “It’s okay Namjoon,” you said and he felt butterflies fill his stomach. The way you said his name was so soothing. He wondered how you were at singing.

“You’re cute too.” You added, and Namjoon’s heart leaped into his throat. You figured you would flirt with him a little, it could be fun. This is what normal teenagers do anyway right? Flirt with their crushes?

Namjoon regained himself. You were flirting with him. Two could play at that game. “I’m not cute sweetheart, I’m sexy,” he grinned and congratulated himself when he saw a light pink dust your cheeks.

“Sure,” you giggled and winked.

Oh fuck, Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck looking down at his lap and bit his lip. The butterflies wouldn’t stop and you were truly flustering him.

“Uh oh,” you said and Namjoon looked up. Your voice was quieter now, and you were no longer looking at him, but at the sleeping baby that was slumped on your chest.

“That was fast,” Namjoon said referring to how fast he fell asleep.

You smiled. “He falls asleep really quickly. Something I for one envy.” You carefully craddled y/b/n in your arms, and stood up. Namjoon’s eyes followed you as you simply walked over to the couch and laid him down on a bundle of blankets gently, as if he was fragile glass. Then you sat down next to the baby.

Namjoon got up and sat next to you. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but close enough where he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. The house was cold, but even being around you he felt himself heating up. Maybe it was just your aura, or possibly it was just Namjoon’s blush.

Namjoon looked from your face, to the sleeping baby. He found another chance to flirt. “You know, I should congratulate your parents.”

“Hm?” You turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“They make very pretty children,” he grinned at you and you giggled.

“You underestimate me,” you said. “It’s not every day you see a walking goddess,” you flipped your hair and leaned back on the couch, giggling at yourself. You didn’t really think that of course, you thought your face was ordinary if anything. You didn’t think you were pretty, but you didn’t think of yourself as ugly. You didn’t think of anyone as ugly really. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were.

Namjoon took that comment in as self confidence, and one of the most attractive things he found attractive about a woman was self confidence.

“Of course I do. I see you almost every day, don’t I?” He replied back, agreeing.

You giggled and blushed, adverting your gaze to your brother who was still sleeping soundly.

“Want to play a video game?” You said changing the subject. As long as you kept the volume low, you thought you could do it without waking your brother.

“Sure. You have overwatch?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes! It’s my favorite game,” you smiled.

Another score, Namjoon thought. A girl who was beautiful, smart, had a melodic laugh, and plays video games. What else could he ask for? “Great. Could we play that then?”

“Sure,” you smiled and got up. Namjoon always wondered if you got tired of smiling. Most of the time when he was looking at you you were smiling. Not that he was complaining, he could look at your smile all day.

He watched you put the game in, and return back to the couch. “Prepare to get your ass beat,” you grinned and handed him the controller.

“In your dreams sweetheart,” he teased.

-

It was about 9:00 pm now, and you had played 10 matches. 5 of which you won, 5 Namjoon won.

About 8 matches through your brother started to get fussy so you took him to his room to his own crib to sleep, making sure to turn the baby monitor on.

“I’ll make you a deal…” Namjoon started. He was really going to take a risk saying this wasn’t he.

“Oh really?” You asked looking up at him. You were leaning on his chest, feet curled up underneath you. It’s just how you happened to drift throughout playing the game, and neither of you were complaining.“

“If I win the next game…” Namjoon ignored the anxiety eating away at his insides. “I get to kiss you.” He said.

A smirk danced on your lips. “Deal.” You said.

Namjoon grinned. “Let’s go then,” he said already starting a new game. He was determined to win.

But so were you. There was no way in hell you were going to let him win. Not that you didn’t want to kiss him, God you wanted to kiss him, but you wanted to impress him. Making him think he wouldn’t get to kiss you excited you, it was slightly evil you thought.

“Yes!” You said a little too loudly when you reached your victory. You pumped your fists into the air. “I win,” you turned to Namjoon, grinning.

“You win,” Namjoon repeated, upset he didn’t win. He really wanted to win. Maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him.

Namjoon was looking at the tv screen.

“Namjoon,” you said to call his attention.

“Hm?” He turned his head looking at you until he felt something soft and warm on his lips.

Namjoon could’ve sworn he went into cardiac arrest when he realized you we’re kissing him.

You pulled away a few seconds later grinning at the perplexed look on his face. “B-But you won…” Namjoon whispered, a bright blush plastered on his face.

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you,” you smiled. Namjoon stared at you a bit longer before placing a hand on your waist and pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other since you were both expecting it.

God, kissing never felt so good. Especially when the person Namjoon had basically been in love with for a year was halfway on his lap, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on his shoulder. He gripped your hip lightly, bringing you all the way onto his lap, wrapping both hands around your waist to bring you closer, and both of your hands transferred to being wrapped around his neck.

The kiss became more heated, and he felt more warmth once he got your mouth open. He focused on the noises of your lips colliding with each other, the soft pants as your make out session grew longer and heavier. This is all Namjoon ever wanted. This is more than he wanted. And definitely more than he expected.

You sucked on his bottom lip, and dragged it out with your teeth, lips traveling down his jaw and neck. Namjoon groaned at the sensation of your soft lips on his skin. “Y/n…” He accidentally let slip out.

He started to wonder how it would feel with your lips elsewhere… Namjoon scolded himself for such thoughts and stopped when he became so aware of the growing strain in his jeans. Fuck..

Namjoon’s grip on your waist tightened when you pulled his shirt off, lips reattaching to his jaw. You shifted on his hips and he groaned. You brought one hand down to palm him, giggling at how hard he felt. “Wow,” you giggled and continued to kiss his neck. You couldn’t help but start to get excited yourself.

You started to suck on his skin but his voice stopped you. “Y/n don’t leave a mark, your parents would see and-”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, not daring to look up at him as you’d be too embarrassed. This was already too much for you, and you couldn’t believe he was even letting you be slightly dominant. But you made up your mind right then and there that if this went as far as fucking, you would definitely fuck.

You went farther down to his collarbones, where you knew his shirt would cover, and you started to suck harshly on the skin. Namjoon breathed out the quietest moan, massaging the back of your thigh with his hand. You sucked and bit for a few more seconds before leaning back licking your lips, looking at the mark you had left. You had received a hickey before, but only once from your friend when you were like 15. You had never given one, but you were slightly proud of yourself for this. You dared to look up at Namjoon, and you were frozen in place. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils huge, and he looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t sort out as anger or hunger.

“Your fun is over,” he whispered in a very husky voice as he leant into you, that both scared you and excited you.

“Oh really?” Your eyes couldn’t decide where to look. His abs, his lips, or his eyes. “I think its just started.” You squeaked when he grabbed your ass, flipping you so you were lying back on the couch and he was on top of you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely fucking.

Namjoon attacked your lips again, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Sure, letting you straddle him and give him hickeys was fun, but this was definitely more fun, when he could be in control. You raked your hands through his hair and propped your hips up, wrapping your legs around his waist so your thighs grazed his boner.

He began to nip his way down your neck, not leaving any marks just yet, and you decided to egg him on a little bit, grazing your nails on his bare back and let out a small moan. You grinned to yourself.Wow this was fun. His hands had just started to mess with the hem of your leggings when you froze. You heard a car door shut outside.

Namjoon stopped when you did. “Wha-”

“Shit,” your face went red and you pushed him off quickly, fixing his hair. “Put your shirt on my parents are home,” you spoke quickly and his eyes widened and he went to put his shirt back on.

You fixed your own hair, sitting normally on the couch. “I can’t believe my parents cockblocked me,” you grumbled and picked up the discarded game controller.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You really were something special. By the time your parents walked through the door the both of you only looked like two normal innocent teenagers playing video games. Your mom walked into the room. “Oh, y/n,” she said slightly surprised. You paused the game and stood up and bowed.

“Hi mom….” You said sheepishly. Namjoon couldn’t believe that the girl who was just climbing all over him was suddenly now acting so shy. Namjoon stood up after you, and you drifted back. He bowed, smiling at your mother. “Hi Mrs. Y/l/n. Y/b/n is asleep upstairs in his crib. Y/n helped me with your son tonight, she’s a very good babysitter.” Namjoon said and straightened up, smiling.

“Thank you Namjoon,” she smiled in return, glancing back at you. She took some cash out of her handbag and handed it to him. “Thank you for babysitting tonight.”

“It was a pleasure,” he said, his words more directed at you rather than your mother.

Namjoon was at the door and he bowed again to your parents. “Have a good night Mrs and Mr y/l/n. I would love to babysit for you again. Goodnight Y/n,” he said looking back at you inside. There you we’re once again leaning on the wall. You winked at him, and gave him a look he couldn’t mistake as anything else.

This isn’t over.

My Biggest Regret

Originally posted by pinkharold

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Christmas fic where Harry left you when you told him you were pregnant and you run into him at a party 

A/N: this took forever and I’m sorry! But I would really love to make this into a series! If anyone has any requests to do with this AU please send me an ask!

italics = flashback


He wasn’t meant to be here.

Niall had assured you a thousand times he would not be in attendance at his annual Christmas party. You rarely ever attended parties that were hosted by your mutual friends out of fear that you would run into him. Not that you really had time for parties anymore. Being a single mum really was a full-time job.

But Niall had also reassured you this year’s Christmas party would be more of a family-friendly affair rather than the alcohol-heavy house parties he used to host in the holiday season. So that morning you had dressed your little one-year-old son in the elf costume you had been dying to make him wear all December. Niall had insisted that everyone had to be Christmas themed in the way you dressed, so you decided to go the extra mile and get a Mrs Claus dress especially.

At least Niall hadn’t been lying about the family-friendly part.

You had been absolutely enjoying yourself. You had been able to catch up with some people who you hadn’t seen in a long time and introduce them to Alex. You had barely even held him for the past hour you had been there because everyone was so eager to have their turn holding him. You were really beginning to regret hiding Alex away from this group of people, just because they were friends with his dad. After all, they were your friends too.

That is until he walked in.

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Greed

Pairing; Park Jimin  x Reader

Words; 3.1k

Genre; Smut | Light angst

Summary;  ❝Love is blind, greed is insatiable❞

Aka; You’re Jimin’s side hoe and he’s too fucking greedy to choose between what he loves and his greed for money.

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Day Off

Summary: Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read.

Or

Bucky is a giant dog that needs a lot of attention.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Word Count: 2,169

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! I would love to hear from you guys! Also, if you’re interested, I’m willing to take requests (if you can’t tell I like to write fluff). I can’t promise I’ll do them as I reserve the right to say no, but the offer is out there. <3 


“Please,” he whines, standing in the doorway to the living room. Y/N doesn’t look up from her book, curled in on herself on the couch. “Please, doll?”

She heaves a deep sigh and looks up, no longer able to focus after ten minutes of Bucky’s begging. “I want to read, Buck. This is my day off too.” He lets out a whine and shifts from foot to foot. “Just go nap by yourself. I don’t know why you need me there.” She lifts her book again and does her best to ignore Bucky’s hurt expression.

It’s quiet for a few minutes and Y/N thinks Bucky might’ve finally left her alone when he flops down onto the couch next to her and buries his face into her hip, arms pushing around her waist to tug her a little closer. “Please?” comes his muffled plea into the soft material of her sweatpants. “I don’t sleep well without you, sweetheart. And all I wanna do is cuddle with my girl.”

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Sleepy Pleasures

Originally posted by niallhavelarrysextape

A lil blurb where Harry’s flustered by his girlfriend in the wee hours of the night

Right when Harry got home, he was in a mood.

Y/N had come with him to a party right after one of his tour shows. She was showing off her legs in a skirt that just made Harry wanna rip all her clothes off and just fuck her into oblivion. Of course she wasn’t doing it intentionally, she was just being her innocent self. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled, eyes that sparkled all day.. She was just so beautiful, he could not believe she was all his. Her innocence had proved to be Harry’s weakness as well. Y/N and Harry still hadn’t made love. They had taken small steps through the course of being together to have Y/N warm up to the idea of being with him. Of course Harry wasn’t going to push anything until Y/N was 100% committed.

That didn’t stop Harry from thinking about what he would want with Y/N. Right when they got to their room, he could feel all the blood rush to his cock. Of course Y/N has changed in front of Harry plenty of times, but he could feel himself slowly losing control, deciding to slip out of his clothes down to his boxers and slipping under the covers. Y/N giggled looking over at him running her hands through her hair.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet the whole ride to the hotel.” Harry glanced over at her biting on his lip subtly glancing up and down her body.

“‘M just a bit tired baby… come cuddle I just wanna sleep.” Harry scrunched his nose making grabby hands towards her. Y/N climbed into bed lying her head on his chest, pulling the blanket up. Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pecking her forehead and a loving exchange of ‘I love you’s’ which resulted in a lazy make out session which wasn’t helping Harry’s problem one bit. Her lips were slightly chapped against his smooth ones.

He can thank Y/N for making sure to slather his lips with some lip balm now that it’s that time of year.

After one more longing kiss, they shut their eyes and drifted into peaceful slumber. Harry tried to sleep, but his cock felt as if it was ready to burst. He planned out to wait about an hour or so, just until Y/N was fully settled in her position for the night. Harry wanted nothing more than to slip his hands into his boxers and let him rub one out while looking at her body, but his brain was telling him to try and go to sleep. Main thing being was he tried.

The whole image was so vivid to me. Like it was so real. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I thrusted into her deep and slow. Her moans and whimpers were so clear and sexy, I clutched her to my chest. She felt so warm and wet around my cock as she bit down on the skin of shoulder holding onto my back like it was her life source. I pulled back to look into her big eyes, just falling in love with her over and over again. My lips laid down on hers as I held her cheeks between my hands thrusting into her deeper than ever. I swallowed all her moans, making my heart race more as she dragged down my back. I could feel her whispering against my lips to cum with her. Her hands tangled into my hair making my eyes squeeze shut swallowing thickly gasping out as I came.

Harry shot up gasping out panting for air looking around. He was still in the bed, Y/N was still in deep slumber while Harry felt a warmth in his red Calvin Klein’s. He sighed holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths to compose himself. Harry was still semi hard. He obviously has pulled on out while on tour missing her.

But he had never done it while she was in the same room as him.

Harry was aching for another release. As long as he was quiet, he wouldn’t wake Y/N up, no harm, no foul. He looked back at her and she was lying on her side, with her back facing towards him. His hand slipping the boxers down to his knees with his painful, aware, cock sprung fully erect. Harry bit down on the corner of his mouth, swallowing thickly as his hand slowly wrapped around the base. He shut his eyes slowly moving his hand up and down making his breath get caught in his throat. The thoughts Harry was having about Y/N were the most filthiest.

He imagined her on her hands and knees begging for his cock. That innocent mouth begging him to do the worst to her. Harry was halfway from letting out a whimper, biting the skin of my biceps to stifle the sound. He glanced over at Y/N’s figure with the blanket pushed down her lower body. Her shirt rid up to show off the skin of her hips making the butterfly on his tummy come to life with the shivers that came through his spine, wanting nothing more than to just leave a harsh love bite in the spot. He whimpered out again squeezing his eyes shut when his thumb swiped over the slit to gather to some of the pre cum there. Harry stroked himself, teasing with short fast strokes to long and dragged out stroked making his bones rattle in his body, shuddering in pleasure. A small drop of sweat started to drip from his temple. Harry squeezed his eyes shut whimpering into his bicep imagining how good Y/N’s body must look without a single piece of clothing on. Harry moved his hand faster and faster whimpering and panting against his arm as he dug his head back into the pillows. 4 spurts of cum shot onto Harry’s stomach and chest, shorting his breath as he tried to regain his normal breathing. Harry shut his eyes rubbing over his face before hearing a familiar, sleepy voice call out to him. “Harry?” Oh shit.

The sight in front of Y/N was just…. Wow.

Harry’s cheeks were flushed red, some strands of his hair draped over his forehead, and his cock was lying limp against his thigh with a few streams of cum spread across the butterfly of his tummy and chest.

“Y/N I-I can explain…” Harry stuttered out quickly making her look at him. His bottom lip was puffy from the constant chewing and biting, bursting with a deep raspberry color. His green eyes were staring at Y/N, glossy, filled with embarrassment. Y/N didn’t know why, this whole thing made her body get all fuzzy and warm. Y/N leaned down to shut his babbling up with a deep kiss holding the side of his face.

Harry kissed back slowly, his hands itching by his side. She pulled back softly tugging on his lip lightly with her teeth, making him let out a breathless whine. Y/N looked down at the creamy white substance adorning his chest, moving down and slowly licking every inch of his chest and abdomen. Harry gasped propping himself on his elbows looking down at her with his mouth parted open. She looked up at him as she licked up the last few drops on lower abdomen, tracing her tongue over each of the ferns on his hips. Harry’s hand brushed the hair out of Y/N’s face, caressing the side of her head as she kissed further down to his semi hard prick. He took a sharp intake of breath as she grasped it putting his hand over hers. “Petal…. ‘s really sensitive…” He whimpers out sinking his teeth into his pillowy bottom lip. Y/N looked up at him softly kissing over his tip and laying soft, open mouthed kisses up and down his shaft. Harry kept himself propped on his elbows letting his head fall back on his shoulders moaning out softly. One of Harry’s hands moved Y/N’s hair to the side, resting his fingertips at the hair behind her ears. Y/N let the tip slip into her mouth slowly as she looked up at him suckling softly, feeling tongue. Harry gasped looking down at her with his mouth agape and sputtery breaths coming out of his mouth. His high was coming quick, Y/N let her hand slide up and down his shaft opening her mouth looking straight at him.

He was about to go fucking insane.

Harry panted and gasped for air gripping, tightening his grip on Y/N’s hair with one hand, the other clenched onto the cream colored sheets the bedsheets.

“Y-Y/N oh god.. oh fuck I’m cumming s-sHIT” Harry cried out letting his release slip into her mouth.

Some had dribbled onto her cheek and as far as getting close to the corner of her right eye. He looked down pulling Y/N up softly, using his thumb to wipe the cum off her cheek. She took it into her mouth sucking softly on his thumb giggling around it. He pulled back carefully wiping it from the corner of her eye frowning. “‘s your eye okay? I didn’t know it would.. you know.. go everywhere like tha’..” Y/N nodded, giggling again as she cupped over his cheeks.

“I’m fine Harry it’s okay..” He blushed softly smiling pressing his lips to hers. She kissed back humming into his mouth as his fingers lightly brushed over her jaw to cup her cheeks. Y/N pulled back looking at him with her arms draped over his shoulders grinning.

“So…. What were you dreaming about that made you cum in your boxers..”

Harry blushed heavily hiding his face in her neck, both of them breaking out into giggles.

High

Summary: You’re on pain meds, and won’t stop running your mouth.

Word Count: 876

Warnings: swearing, talk of drugs, implied smut, mentions of leg fracture

A/N: Just a small drabble-ish piece that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while :) It’s been hard for me to write part 3 of Fading because I haven’t been in the mood to write angst lately :/


“What the hell is wrong with her?” Sam gestures to you with a nod of his head, referring to your current state. You rest your chin on your hand, propping your elbow up on the table as you stare directly at a water bottle, facing the living room.

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“It’s My Job” protective!harry

Authors Note: Guess who’s back after a long ass hiatus. I had some free time and magically got a request so I'm convinced that yall can feel my lack of busyness. Anyways here it is I hope you enjoy, this is dedicated to my baby Carolina aka @antisocialandcute stay strong babes and I love you.Credits to whoever created the gif, I legit got it off google search lol/ Enjoy and find more of my writing here 

Warnings: Mild violence

Request:  Could you write something about a similar situation happening in between harry and the misses like the one that happened with louis and el at the airport? Maybe a bad fan experience and and protective!harry?


To say that you were two were tired would be a complete understatement. The travel back from Holmes Chapel back to New York wore you out every time you and Harry chose to visit Anne and his family. You spent most of your flight snuggling into each other and catching blissful Zzzs as your private plane took you home. But alas your privacy wouldn’t last long, after your seven and half hour flight you still had to make it through the terminal and drive home. This wouldn’t be that big of a challenge, except your boyfriend just so happens to be Harry Styles and traveling with him means being met with annoying paps and angsty fans at almost every corner. You held onto Harry’s as you entered the terminal, he kept you behind but as close as he could knowing how bad it can get when the paps are involved. It was not long before you two finally encountered a pap, Harry tried his best to use his charm giving the pap a wave and a half-hearted cheeky smile but it wasn’t enough. This pap was determined to bother you, his camera constantly flashing in your direction shouting your name and snapping at you to get your attention as if you wee some type of dog.

“(Y/N)!(Y/N)!(Y/N! Look over here doll face!  I won’t bite hard cutie!”

You heard Harry let out a small growl, the tone territorial and annoyed. He pulled you in front of him swiftly, his forearm securely wrapped around your torso.

“Listen to me kitten, I need you to go ahead of me”, he whispered in your ear.

“Wha-Why? “

“I’m going to get rid of this asshole and once I do I will be right back beside you”, he glared at the pap as he continued his slur of perverted comments.

“Are you sure”.

“ ‘solutely, I’m right behind you love.just speed walk as fast as you can and I’ll be there soon”, he assured you. You nodded your head agreeing to the plan, Harry placed a kiss on your forehead before letting you go from his grasp.

You immediately began to pick up your speed, trying your hardest to not look back at Harry and the pap. So caught up in your own movement you didn’t realize that the pap was the least of your problems. The fans caught word that you and Harry were now exiting the terminal, while some were lined up outside two had found their way to the gate you had exited from.

“(Y/N)! Can we get a picture please”

Despite the pap situation, you didn’t see the harm in taking 2 minutes to take a picture with the two fans.

“Why of course”, you smiled walking toward the girls. As one girl held up her camera and posed with you other went behind the two of you.

It all happened too fast. The camera went off. You let out a small laugh. Next thing you knew you were on the floor. The girl behind you had pulled your hair and the one by your side had smashed your face with her phone.

Your initial shock prevented you from reacting, but you heard Harry’s voice yelling your name which instantly snapped you out of your shock. You brought yourself to your feet, the girls’ steel crowding around wiggling as you gained your balance.  

You felt the anger rush over you but just before you could swing your arm to clock one of the girls in the jaw, Harry had already come running toward you picking you up and pulling you away from the girls.

“What’s wrong(Y/N), can’t defend yourself”

“She always makes Harry do all the work, lazy bitch”

You pushed against Harry trying to break from his grasp. “Harry let me go! Let me go! They can’t just get away with that”. Harry placed you down and cupped your cheeks, still holding you back from attacking the girls.

“(Y/N) look at me. Hey hey look at me !”, you tried your best keep from making eye contact with him. You never got angry or cared about what people have to say for the most part, but this was different. They touched you and that couldn’t be taken lightly.

“(Y/N) please. I will never let anyone hurt you again, that starts by getting you out of here. ‘S not worth it”.

You knew he was right and you hated him and loved him for it.You let out a huff,”Okay let’s go “.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered a thank you before wrapping his arm around you and guiding you out of the terminal

Once you two arrived home, Harry treated you to a bubble bath and your favorite takeout. He apologized over and over again for not being there when you needed him most, each time you shut him down not wanting him to feel guilty for something he could not control. As Harry washes the dishes, you walked into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his torso.

”Thank you”, you mumbled as you kissed bicep.

”For what”, he turned  around placing a kiss on your lips and stroking your

“Protecting me today”, you smiled as you looked up into his eyes.

Harry let out a slight snicker, making you smile slightly fall

“What’s so funny?”, you pouted crossing your arms”

“You thanking me for doing my job”. His hands pulled your arms apart pulling you close to him.

“Well I like being polite”

“And I like protecting my baby”, Harry smile beamed down at you before leaning down and kissing your lips.

Bravery and Bullets

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader has an awful week at work, a run-in with an ex, and an experience with the supernatural that she’ll never forget. Thankfully, the Winchester brothers are there to help.

Word Count: 7,848

Warnings: Angst (gasp! Ash writes angst? It’s light. Give me a break it’s my first time), language, violence, attempted (threat of) rape, death (not major characters), smut, dry humping, fingering, squirting, protected sex (I know you dirty ducks, some must be prepared!)

A/N: The commands given are German dog training commands, the meanings will be at the end of the fic. Thank you to my fantastic beta @wheresthekillswitch, your help is priceless. Hope you all enjoy this, it’s taken me over a year to finally finish it.

This week has been the week from Hell.

To kick it all off, while driving the remote stretch of highway that you travel to work on every day, your car had decided to take a shit on you. And in the time it took for the tow truck driver to show up, load your car, and drop you off at the office, your sleazy coworker Randy had stolen the new account right out from under your nose. Then, while he was gloating, and you were battling the urge to clock him right in his pretty boy face, you got word that your boss wanted to see you, immediately. Sitting behind her big ass oak desk with you standing there like a teenager facing detention, Sue lectured you on how important it is to be prepared, in every way possible, for such a big project. She finished the meet letting you know just how disappointed she was with you.

The rest of the day, and week for that matter, was spent trying to redeem yourself while dick-face Randy strutted around the office like a goddamn preening peacock. Then, to top it all off, you find out this morning that your ex is engaged to some beautiful, successful small business owner. Your own mother had called to rub that one in your face. Not that she was upset with you still sitting it out from the dating game, oh no, not at all.

And that’s what led you here, drinking a beer as the hot, pulsating spray of your shower head beats down on your back. Thinking about where things all went downhill. Heaving a sigh, you chug down what’s left in the bottle and set it aside to rinse the conditioner from your hair. Your life had been going so good, following your carefully laid out plans; a dream job in a field you loved, a loving boyfriend, and a quaint country home the two of you shared with your dog, Mac. But when you found out the loving boyfriend was actually a cheating dick, you kicked him out on his ass. Leaving you with a job that was starting to be less dream-like every day, a house payment you can barely cover every month, and the furry form of the only male you trust anymore. You hang your head, arms wrapped around your waist, letting the water beat down on you until your resentment clears and the water runs cold.

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thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”

Uncovering

A reylo one-shot based off the following prompt I received! :

She watched him remove the black glove with keen interest. For a man who constantly kept himself covered up, even going so far as to wear a mask, he never seemed to hesitate when it came to shedding pieces of his dark persona each time she was around.

               He extended his ungloved hand to her, and she couldn’t help but notice that his fingers were shaking ever so slightly. To witness someone as hard and merciless as Kylo Ren dissolve into a curious, tempted child astounded Rey, who had only previously considered him to be a monster and nothing more. But just then, he had spent nearly an hour listening to her talk, dissecting her fears and concerns, without any complaint. He had just sat patiently and absorbed every word she spoke, offering his advice only when she was done speaking. You’re not alone, he had said. For some strange reason, Rey believed him. She wasn’t alone, not anymore. Her family was gone, Han Solo was gone, Luke Skywalker treated her like she was nothing more than a nuisance. But now, something had changed. Kylo was there. All she had to do was reach out, and he would be there for her in an instant. Someone to talk to. Someone to vent to. Someone who appeared to understand her every worry with complete conviction. She couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to that. Kylo Ren, arguably the most feared man in the galaxy, was now a confidant to her. Willingly. And they had so much in common.

               When their fingertips touched, images raced through their minds. Scenes from a distant future; happy, but blurred. Their eyes widened at the sensation. They were beginning to see one another in a whole new light. Kylo grasped her hand in his. His fingertips caressed the softness of her wrist and the callouses on her palm with the lightest of pressure, tracing the blue veins that crisscrossed just beneath her skin.

               “How…?” he whispered, amazed. He could even feel the roughness of her shirt sleeve. “We’re lightyears apart, and yet…”

               “I don’t think we’re meant to ask how. I think this is bigger than the both of us.”

               Their hands danced around one another, fingers leaving delicate glancing strokes along skin. Ren watched the scavenger’s face light up at the sensation and with morbid certainty he acknowledged an emotion that had long sat dormant within him. It reared its head like a phoenix from the ashes, shaking years of repression and anger off of its beautiful crown. Passion. A deep, permanent appreciation for everything she was and was not; the kind of gentle emotion that had the potential to grow and blossom until it filled every part of him. Its roots would grow in his heart, winding around his lungs, warming the very far reaches of his darkened soul. A shiver passed through him and he pulled his hand away as though burnt. The girl frowned, her eyebrows creasing in the middle. She didn’t understand. How could she? How could someone so full of love and hope even begin to understand what this meant for him?

               “What’s wrong?” she asked innocently, reaching out for him again, desperate to make contact.

               “I…can’t,” he choked, watching her outstretched fingers with sincere longing.

               “But you want to,” she observed bluntly. “I can see it in you.”

               A shaky breath escaped his lungs. He had spent so long ignoring these kinds of trivial emotions that now they frightened him. He couldn’t quite process why he was feeling them now, but he knew the core of the answer was Rey. He was beginning to understand Snoke’s apprehension towards the girl. She appeared completely capable of disarming Kylo with a simple touch, and that was incredibly dangerous. Perhaps she was his true enemy; the only person in the entire galaxy who stood a chance against him, and not because of her skill, but because he cared about her. He harboured an affection for her that could not be erased now that it was awake. This deeply troubled him, and for good reason.

               “Ben…”

               She sidled up closer to him, until he could feel the warmth escaping past the folds in her blanket. He kept his eyes trained on hers while her fingers tightened ever so slightly on his forearm. His body trembled gently in response.

               Slowly, her hand reached for his face. Her fingertips hesitated just above the surface of his cheekbone for only a moment before tracing his scar with the light pressure of a feather. Her eyes followed the jagged curve of the mark she had left on him for everyone to see. The scar symbolized her coming-of-age; the second time she had consciously used the Force, and it had involved Ren, just as it had the first time around. It was as though she had claimed him with that injury; leaving her mark in the most obvious of places so that he wouldn’t soon forget about her. Indeed, it had had that effect. But it meant something more than that to the two of them. It was a symbol of their connection. She had given him the scar through battle, when they had been no more than enemies, fighting on opposite sides of a vengeful war. But now she touched it with such delicacy it made the hairs on the back of Kylo’s neck stand on end. Warmth began to spread from her fingertips into his face as her fingers followed the scar down to his throat.

               With alarming speed, his own hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, effectively stopping her from going any lower. Her eyes widened in shock, sending him a silent message, asking if she had gone too far. But the truth was that she had not gone far enough. Kylo’s fear was a potent formula, however. He could not allow the rebel scavenger to know she held any power over him. But as he looked into her soft brown eyes and no longer saw the pure, unfiltered hatred she had once held for him, he knew it was already too late.

               “Please, don’t do this,” Rey pleaded, sensing his hesitation. “I can help you.”

               He shook his head. “No one can help me.”

               “I’m no one,” Rey reminded him. “And I will help you, if you’ll just let me…”

               His lower lip was trembling. She wanted to reach out and stop it with the pad of her thumb, before she realized how close her own face was to his. Unconsciously, they had been pulling the other closer towards themselves, leaning in closer and closer, attracted by the truth they saw in one another. Rey’s eyes lifted to his, only to find that they were trained on her lips, admiring them with wonder and an unbridled passion that startled her. Suddenly all she could think about was the fact that she had never kissed another person before, or even been so close to doing it. What if she was no good at it? What if she didn’t like it?

               Quickly, she pulled away, turning her gaze to the floor. “You’re right,” she said quietly, “we can’t.”

               Kylo watched her closely, sensing her inner turmoil and embarrassment. He felt it, too. He knew it was wrong; they were supposed to be enemies, not lovers. But he couldn’t keep up the fight against her pull. The desire to be with her, to touch her and get to know her, was far too strong even for him to resist. His curiosity about their stunning connection drove his every move. He didn’t quite understand it, but he didn’t have to. Whatever it was, wherever it had come from, it was there, impossible to ignore. Something tender was growing between them, something that had never even existed to either one of them before. Kylo himself had never been in such a situation where a kiss was possible. But he felt no fear, no embarrassment at his lack of maturity and experience. All he felt was that powerful desire.

               “But we want to,” he said softly, echoing her sentiment from before.

               When Rey lifted her head up again, her eyes were questioning. This was a side of Kylo Ren she had never seen before; one she had not known to exist. His own gaze fell once more to the soft swell of her lips, baby pink and tempting. Before she could draw a breath, he took her face gently in his hands and delicately pressed his lips to hers.

               The passion and love between them, which had previously only been spreading roots, suddenly burst forth, blossoming and growing with alarming speed. A delicious warmth crawled through their bodies. Rey was taken aback for only a moment, unable to quickly process the fact that Kylo was kissing her as sweetly as possible. His mouth was warm but careful on hers, slightly stiff but wanting. When he pulled away it was only by a few inches, and Rey’s eyes fluttered open to meet his own.

               “I’m…sorry,” Kylo breathed after a moment, his own voice lacking its usual intensity. “I just…I can’t help but feel like…”

               “I know.” Rey gave him a small but sincere smile, effectively summing up his emotions.

               A scavenger from Jakku, Kylo thought to himself later that night, when he was alone. This is not at all how I expected this to go.

Rush | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 10,022
warnings: oh geez where to begin there is a lot of sex in this thing and includes overstimulation, choking, dirty and derogatory talk, oral sex, public sex, rough sex, etc., there is also a healthy dose of bad language and some mentions of violence but it’s only in reference to gang affiliation there is no violence between jooheon and the oc
a/n: yeah yeah this is the sequel to Rhythm you can probably get away with reading this if you didn’t read the first installment but the relationship between jooheon and the oc will make more sense if you read it anyway i have conveniently linked it for you now enjoy, my fellow sinners

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True (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Originally posted by joekeerys

Summary: You and Steve Harrington run into each other while picking up your respective children from the Snowball. It’s the first time you’ve really talked to one another since you got roped into helping manage the Demodogs, and part of that may be because you might have developed a small crush on him.  

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1634

Author’s Note: This is sort of all over the place because I have an idea for a bigger fic but I’m not actually sure if I have enough content to really flush it out. Anyway, I’d love thoughts and opinions and just general feedback! :) 


You’d recognize that car anywhere. After parking next to it for the past two years, it would have been weird if you didn’t know exactly who that maroon BMW belonged to.

And even if you hadn’t been pulling into the spot next to Steve Harrington’s every week day, after all of the shit that had gone down in October, you’d become well acquainted with with his car. 

It’d all happened because you’d thought to bring Nancy her homework since she was out sick, which you can mark down as the last time you ever try to be a decent human being. Not only was Nancy not home, but the next thing you knew, you were being corralled into the BMW to help Steve and some middle school kid with his “code red” because, “Doesn’t your dad work for animal control?”

After stealing one of your father’s animal control poles and swinging by Steve’s house to pick up a bat riddled with nails, you’d been dragged around town to catch the “interdimensional slug” turned rogue lizard turned creepy, carnivorous dog-like monster. 

The pole had done little more than whack a few beasts aside as you and Steve battled Dart—that was the pet’s name apparently—and his friends. It had been more helpful when you used it to wrangle Billy away from Steve, allowing Max to sedate him.

And then, you’d climbed back into the maroon car—against your better judgment—so you could drive to a literal hell hole to help save the world.

It’d been a rough week.

You parked your car behind your old friend (because after all that you two had been together, this car definitely qualified as a friend) and climbed out, walking around to stand next to Steve as he leaned against his car, eyes on the middle school.

“Hey.”

Steve turned to face you, grinning as you approached. “Didn’t expect to see you hanging around a middle school dance, Y/L/N.”

You shrugged and rolled your eyes. “I’m picking up my sister.” You looked him over taking in the red sweater and jeans. He definitely wasn’t chaperoning. “You hear for yours?”

“Yeah, I’m Dustin’s ride,” he nodded.

“Mama Steve,” you grinned, leaning back against his car next to him. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, looking at the school, before Steve looked at you again.

“Hard to believe it’s been a month, isn’t it?” Steve asked. You didn’t look at him but instead kept staring at the middle school and nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

Silence once again took over you. Whether it was the soothing calm of not having to run/fight for your lives or the

Silence once again took over you. Whether it was the calm of not having to run or fight for your lives or the awkwardness of two people who weren’t friends before they banded together to save the world and now didn’t know what they were, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that even if it was slightly awkward, you found it comforting to be near Steve. You didn’t feel like you had to act in front of him, and honestly, for a high school girl, that was saying something because you were always acting like something or other in front of people. You were the good student for your teachers, the respectful daughter for your parents, the cool girl for the boys. But Steve had seen you at your most you. He had seen you cry, scream, curse, celebrate, and make a fart joke. You had the feeling there was nothing you couldn’t do in front of this boy. Except maybe strip naked. Not that you would mind if…

You stopped yourself.

You hardly knew each other.

You weren’t friends.

Maybe he had saved your life by whacking a Demodog away from you in the junkyard.

Maybe you had cradled his head in your lap as Dustin and Will ransacked the house looking for band aids and ice.

Maybe he had hugged you uncomfortably tight, burying his face in your neck, after the headlights died down and you realized that it was over.

But that was over a month ago. And while Steve and you had been friendly in the halls, and sure your heart quickened a bit whenever he was around, and once you could have sworn you’d caught him staring at you—he was still Steve Harrington, and you were still that girl whose dad once brought Tommy H.’s dog to the pound by accident.

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Walk You Home

PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, semi sexual assault (not too gruesome though)

Word count: 1902

Summary: Reader is walking home late at night when some drunk jumps her and threatens her, but thankfully a certain tall Serpent is at the right place and the right time.

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve ever written in my entire life so be nice! Huge thanks to @while-knowing-nothing-at-all and @tory-b for encouraging me and giving me feedback xx I had a really fun time writing this and it was just thought out as a one shot thing, but maybe I’ll write a part 2 someday!


It was dark outside. It must have been around 11 pm when she was walking down the streets that eventually would lead to her home. Y/N was usually not out this late, but she had been working on a school project that took longer than she expected. She had lived with her mother on the Southside since she was ten, when her father had left them. Her mother did not have much and was currently working two jobs so that Y/N would have the slightest possibility of going to college. Since her mother wasn’t home most of the time, Y/N knew that no one was concerned with her whereabouts this evening.

As she walked down the road, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She didn’t think about it too much since she was used to walking home, even though it was a bit later than usual. After a few minutes she looked over her shoulder and saw a shadowy figure following her. “It’s nothing” she mumbled to herself and kept walking. Her home was still pretty far away, so she started walking slightly faster. All of the sudden, she felt someone grab her and she was pushed against a fence.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out so late?” He was an average height, probably around his 40’s and it was obvious that he had been drinking. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her tremble with fear.

“Please… leave me alone” she almost whispered, not being able to raise her voice.

“Oh come on pretty girl, I’m having fun” he said with a crooked smile and a mix of lust and hatred in his eyes. She felt his hand move under her jacket, and to her waist.

At that moment something snapped in her and she yelled, “Get away from me!” while trying to shove him away. He almost lost his balance in surprise, but before she could get away he forced her against the fence again. He was much stronger than her. She felt a sudden sting in her palm and before she knew it there was a knife at her throat. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, she was terrified.

“So this is how you want to play the game, huh?” he asked her threateningly. She closed her eyes and tried to keep the tears back. She felt his hand again on her, only this time he grabbed her ass firmly and groaned, his gaze darker than before.

“Hey! Get the fuck away from her!” she heard a booming voice coming from the other side of the street. The man looked around, startled, loosening his grip on her just a bit. Before she could blink, a tall boy with dark hair pushed the man away from her and slammed him to the ground.

She knew this boy. They were in the same class. They’d never really talked before, but she always thought he was attractive. His name was Sweet Pea, he was a part of the Serpents and usually acted like a total dick to everyone that wasn’t a member of the gang. For some reason the Serpents and the Ghoulies never paid any attention to her, which was very unusual since both gangs loved to prey on the weaker students.


When she snapped back to reality, Y/N was sitting against the fence and shaking. Sweet Pea was standing in front of her, his hands clenched into fists. “If you ever touch her again you’ll be fucking sorry!” he yelled after the man, who was running away.

She watched as Sweet Pea’s eyes met with hers and his expression changed swiftly from furious to concerned. He hurried up to her and bent down to be at her eye level. “Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, trying to hide his anger. He knew her name, she wasn’t expecting that.

“Y- yes, I- I think so.” she answered, her voice low and trembling. The sting from her palm hit her, and she winced from pain, looking down only to see her hand covered with blood and a deep cut in the middle of her palm. Sweet Pea noticed the cut as well and his concern grew even more.

“Shit, you’re bleeding. That fucking bastard!” he mumbled as he helped her get up.

When Y/N was finally standing she threw her hands around his torso without thinking and buried her face in his chest, trying to calm her breath. He immediately put his hands around her and held her tightly. She didn’t know for how long they stood like that.

“Thank you” she whispered when she finally pulled her face away, her hands still around him and his right hand gently stroked her cheek.

“I’m glad I was here in time.” he said, with a reassuring smile on his face. “Now where do you live?” he asked her, with a more serious tone in his voice.

“Uhm… it’s like a 15 minute walk from here, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it” she replied, breaking the eye contact.

Sweet Pea scoffed, “There is absolutely no way I am letting you walk home on your own, especially when you’re still bleeding” he took her hand to look at the cut, “I live just over there, let me at least patch you up, okay?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement.

“Okay…” Y/N replied and Sweet Pea put his arm around her and they walked over to the trailer park across the street.


Y/N was soon sitting on Sweet Pea’s couch in his trailer. He went straight into the bathroom and came back with bandages and a wet cloth to clean her cut. He sat down next to her and looked at her with those big brown eyes. “May I?” he asked her and she nodded, reaching her hand out. They sat in silence as he cleaned the cut and wrapped a bandage around her hand.

“How do you know my name?” Y/N asked, shyly, immediately regretting her words.

Sweet Pea looked up at her and grinned, “I know it’s hard to believe, but I do sometimes pay attention in class”. Y/N blushed. Sweet Pea was a completely different person than the one she knew from school. He was actually nice. Who would’ve thought?

“There! All done” he stated proudly, a big smile on his face. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked her for the tenth time since they came to his trailer. Y/N giggled and told him she was fine. She noticed he had been holding her hand the whole time. When she looked in his eyes, she couldn’t look away. He leaned a bit closer to her, unsure of what he was doing, his eyes flickering down to her lips. All of the sudden, his lips met hers, but before she could kiss him back, he pulled away. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with me” he blurted out, his eyes filled with guilt and concern.

“Sweet Pea…” she started but was interrupted.

“How am I so stupid, you were just attacked by some fucking creep and here I am, making a move on you? Fuck.”

Y/N looked at him, trying to hold back a laugh, finally grabbing his hand. “It’s fine, honestly. I was just… I don’t know, I was just surprised you wanted to kiss me, I guess” she said, feeling slightly awkward.

Sweet Pea looked at her in confusion “How could I not want to? You’re really smart, you’re actually funny even though you don’t know it, you care about people…” he moved his hand to stroke her hair before continuing, “and you’re fucking beautiful, Y/N”. Y/N sat there, processing his words, as tears started forming in her eyes. “Hey, don’t cry, please. I’m sorry, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. If you want to leave I totally understand, but please let me walk you home.” Sweet Pea said with a frown.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay here with you. I feel safe here…” Y/N told him, not wanting to go home to an empty house.

“Of course you can stay, you can stay here as long as you’d like”

Y/N had never felt what she felt in that moment. Sweet Pea’s hand was on her cheek, his eyes looking at her almost lovingly. She shifted closer to him and laid down on the couch. Without hesitation, he followed her movement, and wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his chest and felt it move in sync with his breathing. After a moment, she felt his face move towards hers, and his lips pressed against her forehead. She looked up to meet his stare, and leaned up so their lips met. He pulled away, “Are you sure about this?”.

Y/N looked at him, “I never knew you were actually such a sweet guy, Sweet Pea” she laughed.

He smirked at her. “If you tell anyone else, I’ll kill you,” he responded and before she knew it, his lips found hers once again. The kiss was gentle at first but quickly became more passionate.

He shifted his body so that he was hovering over her, his arms holding him up so he wouldn’t crush her. At first she was shy but her confidence grew and she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled at his shirt, to bring him closer to her. He pulled away, only an inch from her mouth, and smiled. He kissed her again, deeper than before, and she let out a small moan as his tongue entered her mouth. He was very firm but gentle at the same time. She felt his hand trace the path from her neck down to her waist and she shivered when he snuck under the fabric of her shirt, finding his way to her chest. He groaned when his fingers stroke over her bra, and he cupped her breast, squeezing it gently.

“You are so beautiful, princess,” he whispered against her mouth.

Before he could reconnect their lips, Y/N whispered back, “Wait… uhm”.

Sweet Pea grew slightly concerned and smiled at her, “What is it baby?”

“I’ve never… uhm.” She tried to put her thoughts into words. He sat up, pulling her close to him, and waited patiently. Y/N took a deep breath and blurted out, “I’ve never uhm, been with anyone, uhm, before.” She bit her lip and looked up to see his reaction.

“It’s okay princess. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I have all the time in the world,” he told her and kissed her once more, before pulling her into a hug. “So, do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked her, with a huge grin on his face. She couldn’t believe how nice he was to her.

“Sure, that sounds perfect,” she replied and kissed him on the cheek.

He turned on the tv and put on some movie she hadn’t heard of before. When the movie started, he snuggled up behind her and put his arm around her to pull her in close. She could feel her eyelids getting heavier and she realized the time must have been way past midnight.

The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep was a whisper in her ear, “Good night, princess”, and a kiss on her cheek.