i want to squeeze your cheeks

Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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help you forget.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

derek hale x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)

prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.

AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title.  i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now. 

beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.

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Mouth o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst, smut

In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.

Request? Yes:

some harry face sitting action maybe?

Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 3: Mind o’ Mine


You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album?  Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.

Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.

A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.

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Ecstasy (M)

Plot: Once always ends up meaning over and over again. You had a sinful addiction towards your roommate’s boyfriend, one that really couldn’t be controlled for long.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, highschool au!

Warnings: cheating, oral (receiving), GETTING FUCKED AGAINST THE WALL BY JUNGKOOK, shower sex, (almost) getting caught

Notes: Good girl part 2, ya’ll. Since someone asked for it and I was in the mood. u caught me at a good time, anon. I hope you guys like it. I feel like the quality of my smut had really gone down so like, I”M SO SORRY. 2.5K Words

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Originally posted by dream-bts

Jeon Jungkook was like a drug.

After that one hook-up in your living room, he just kept coming back for more. It was either the excitement of getting caught, or the fact that you gave him so much more pleasure than his girlfriend did.

He was still with Jenna, but at this point, you doubted he even cared about her.

Whenever she would go for parties, he would inform you when she had gotten lost in the crowd, then you would either go over to his place or he would come over to yours.

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A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

The View (m)

Summary: When a supposed bath for one leads to something a little more fun.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: PWP, exhibition kink, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex
Rating: M
Word Count: 4218

Originally posted by dream-bts


The tub is full, water sloshing over the sides any time either of you move an inch however, neither of you give a second glance at the liquid building up on the tiled floor. You both are too preoccupied with each other.

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Blind Beauty [Matt Murdock x Reader]

Requested by anon: “How about the reader sees Matt [Murdock] without glasses for the first time (maybe he is telling them about his abilities?). Bonus: the reader says something about how pretty his eyes are (Charlie Cox’s eyes slay me they are so pretty.)“

A/N: I love Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock he’s perfect! Hope you love this <3

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To say you were nervous was an understatement, even this being your fourth date with Matt it was still nerve wracking. He’s so handsome and you can’t help but feel so bleh sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked, sitting across from you. Snapping your head up to meet his shaded eyes. “How do you do that?” you laughed, he only smiled and shrugged. “Attorney’s intuition?” offering up an answer.

“Eh I don’t buy it” Chuckling as he reached across the table, signaling he wanted your hand. You complied meeting him halfway. “You’re beautiful” running his thumb over your knuckles.

“How can you know that?” A bashful smile gracing your face. It’s like he could sense that you were feeling insecure.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re gorgeous” Feeling a feint blush spread to your cheeks. “How do you tell then?”

“The sound of your voice, the way your hand feels in mine. There are little tells that I can pick up on that allow me to form a mental image of you” His hand squeezed yours gently. “You’re sweet” smiling at him. “I have my moments”

After eating and talking about random things you both stood to head out. Him taking your arm with one hand and his cane in the other, leading him out of the restaurant.

You both laughed while walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, not a worry coming from either of you. Matt is really something else, so kind and caring. Even after everything he’s lost, his sight, his father. Everything and he’s still so amazing. How’d you get so lucky to have a guy like him?

“Yeah but we’re seriously discussing making t-shirts, ‘Nelson and Murdock Avocados at Law’“ he joked making you giggle beside him. “I’d wear it”

You both laughed before noticing three guys smoking outside a building. “Hey sweetheart” one of them eyed you as you walked by. You just ignored them, “Who was that?” Matt asked leaning toward you, even though he could hear the three heartbeats.

“Just some low lives” you whispered passing by them. He nodded in understanding. “Not worth an argument?” he chuckled making you laugh. “No, not really”

“We’re not worth your time huh?” They quickly cut you both off, making you tug Matt back some. “Look fellas we don’t want any trouble” Matt rested his hand on his cane.

“Well we’re looking for some trouble, teach you both some respect.” the man in the center growled, before his two buddies grabbed you and the middle one pushed Matt into an alley.

“MATT!” You yelled lurching forward but pulled back by the thugs. “Hey hold on their sweet cheeks we’ve got plans for you too” their hands roaming your body as they held you back. “Let me go!” Screaming and trying to get away.

You saw one of the thugs kick Matt to the ribs. “Leave him alone!” only leading the guy to punch him. You watched as Matt spit out some blood before adjusting his glasses and standing up.

Shocked to see him land a precise right hook to the mans jaw. Knocking him out. The other two dropped you before running at him. He swiftly dodged nearly every punch, getting clipped only once or twice. One of them he took out by throwing him against the wall and the other he pushed himself off the wall gaining more momentum in his punch to knock the man out.

He was panting heavily before coming toward you. Still in shock you only stared at him before his knees gave out. You caught him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Helping him to his nearby apartment.

Getting him inside you sat him down on his couch before running into his bathroom. Finding a first aid kit, warm water, and some washcloths. Returning to the couch he stayed silent. 

You took the warm washcloth and began to clean up the cuts on his face, starting with his busted lip. Pulling away to re-wet the cloth he spoke up, “[F/n] I’m sorry” You stopped in your movements, looking up at him. “I should’ve been more honest with you.”

“How did you do all of that?” asking as you returned to wringing out the cloth.

“I may not have my sight but all of my other senses are inhumanly heightened.” he answered. You hummed signalling you understood slightly, “Are you..?” trailing off, but picking up the unspoken though “The devil of hell’s kitchen? Daredevil?” Gently dabbing the rag to his scraped cheek.

He was silent for a moment. “I am”

A silence hung in the air between the both of you. He wasn’t sure what to expect from you, until he felt your hands on his glasses. He allowed you to remove the lenses, hearing your heart speed up. Probably looking at his eyes. “Your eyes they’re…. amazing” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

But it turned to a somber expression, “I understand if you don’t want to stay with me from now on. I haven’t exactly done the best things with my abilities. If you don’t want to be with me I won’t hold it to you. Do you want to leave?”

You stared at him, a bit astonished by his statement. You leaned forward so your lips were just ghosting over his, “Does this answer your question” whispering before closing the rest of the space. The kiss was soft but was filled with trust and love.

He pulled away, a smile forming on his lips “I’m glad you’re staying”

You giggled, “Thanks for having me” before he connected your lips again. Now learning that he’s not just kind and sweet, but also a hero.

That’s My Job - Mitch Rapp [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(s): Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11770 (yeah, you saw right. Eleven thousand, seven hundred & seventy).

Notes: Here is the long awaited Mitch fic, it got super long and I had to reign myself in because otherwise this would be closer to 20k words. Seriously. We have fingering, public sex, object penetration, oral (both receiving), squirting, over-stimulation, spanking, bondage, restriction, dirty-talk, denied orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, public kink. Proofread by Steffy who’s been giving me all the support during this and she slike my entire reason for not giving up right now, so thank you. @dumbass-stilinski ❤️


Originally posted by gladersmaze


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“I’m just asking this one thing of you.” Her voice was calm, but it wasn’t enough to cover the storm that raged inside of her. He already knew what she was going to ask. To be frank, he’d been waiting for it, had thought it’d happen every time they locked eyes. But she’d given him the silent treatment, waiting for him to make the first move and explain. He hadn’t caved in, not to the coldness in her eyes or the stubborn tilt of her jaw. Yet. Apparently she’d run out of patience.
“Why do you keep pushing me away? Be honest with me.” Honest. That word alone drove a hundred needles into his skull. If there was one thing he sucked at, it was honesty, especially if it concerned people he loved. Especially if it led to him admitting to a weakness. Admitting to fear.
“Every time I think I managed to get through to you, it’s like you never heard me at all. It’s like you don’t even try to listen. You’re not making an effort.” How very wrong she was but that too was something she could not know. Something he could not say out loud because words had a funny way of backfiring and making things even worse.
“You’re right. I’m not making an effort. I don’t want to. I don’t care.” Her face fell and his heart sank. What kind of person was he to protect his own skin, to let her put her heart on the line and not give anything in return?
“I think you do,” she said quietly. “I think you see where this is going and you’re scared so you’re trying to make me leave on my own. But I won’t. I won’t leave you no matter how often you push me away.”
“You want me to be honest?” She nodded and straightened, throwing her shoulders back. Every inch of her was attentive.
“I fall in love hard and fast. It takes as much time for me to fall out of love. I open my heart, I get attached, everything is fine until it isn’t. Until someone ends up breaking my heart or I break theirs and it always ends in fights and screams and tears and I’m sick of it.” Without noticing his hands had balled into fists. Heat rose in his cheeks. Never had he meant to lose control like this. His tone softened. “If I don’t risk anything, I don’t lose. That’s it. It’s not your fault.”
She reached for his hand and squeezed, gentle but firm.
“But you don’t know how it ends before you start, do you? You cannot possibly know.” Every part of him wanted to pull away, had to pull away, but he couldn’t. He’d been running for so long, struggling so hard, twisting and winding and always escaping. But he was tired. His very soul was tired.
“Because if you don’t risk anything, you can’t win, either,” she whispered, pulling him closer and closer until the only thing he wanted to be was honest with her. Until he no longer wanted to escape.
—  I’ll risk it for you / n.j.
Ambiguous Love

Hi friends! I spent so much time with this story and love it very much. Hopefully you will too. 
Songs that inspired this incase you wanna listen to them: 
-Aint Me by Kygo
-Attention by The Weeknd
-Comes & Goes by Greg Laswell

Request: Kinda, it’s about H being jealous but the main plot is from me. 
Warning: Mild curse language and lots of heart break. 

Gif isn’t mine and I would probably melt if he were to look at me like this.

A sour taste on his tongue combined with foul thoughts clouding his mind was what let him know that something was very wrong with him.

Harry was aware that his eyes weren’t supposed to stare at the guy standing close to Y/N as if he was murdering him in his head over and over again, even when that was just what was going on. With narrowed eyes he watched the foreign male touch his hand to her back in a far too intimate gesture as he laughed at something she’d said. How dare he do that?
Harry sat with his back to the kitchen as he watched her where she stood in the living room. He made a mental note to remind Jeff not to invite this guy again next time he held a small get together at his place.
Harry’s jaw tensed. Y/N was his. He was the only male she should give her attention to. The only one who should have his hands on her.

The guy wasn’t anybody Harry knew by name and he was sure to never bother to learn it either. He knew the guy was somebody who’d come around to these kind of parties a couple of times already and every time he was lingering around Harry’s Y/N the moment he had the chance. Harry did not like that one bit. Hot jealousy rushed through his body and with one last sip from his beer he got to his feet.

This needed to stop. He knew that it was him who caused Y/N to be alone and without a boyfriend and he wasn’t oblivious to how upsetting that was to her at times. This was unfair he knew but somehow Harry couldn’t find it in him to feel guilty. Other guys weren’t blind and found Harry gawking at the girl they were trying to chat to more than just intimidating, so with the majority of them one glare sufficed for their hands to pull away and leave Y/N’s smooth skin.
Harry felt like his behavior was justified. There was no way he could let his Y/N fall for a man who surely wouldn’t adore her enough. Harry wouldn’t ever allow Y/N to have a male’s hands on her body who couldn’t possibly be as tender with her as she deserved. If this meant Y/N would be alone and have no-one but Harry to love on her then so be it.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and began to walk over to where she was, his mind busy trying to come up with an excuse to steal her away. The unknown guy noticed Harry’s presence before Y/N did and like the rest of the flirtatious males he withdrew his touch from her almost instantly.
Harry didn’t say anything, not even when the guy greeted him with a polite smile. Instead he took hold of Y/N’s small hand, giving her fingers a tight squeeze before he began to pull her away from the bloke and towards the kitchen where he knew they would find some peace and quiet.
Slowly Harry relaxed. Feeling her warm skin in his palm and being able to just pull her closer and into his side where he could breathe her in… it had a smile pull at his lips.

With quick feet the girl hurried after him.

“What’s wrong?” her kind voice wondered once her friend pulled her into the deserted kitchen and she gasped quietly when his hands forced her up against the counter.

With discomfort written all over her face she pressed her hands against his chest so he would allow her to move away from the cold counter and closer into him.

“Ouch,” she complained quietly, “What the matter, Harry? Are you okay?”

„Who was that?“ Harry’s words were spoken was rough and lower than he intended and both of his hands balled into fists at his sides.

Y/N’s expression softened. “Harry, you can’t tell me that you don’t like Craig either. You haven’t even spoken to him. He’s quite nice, you know?”

„Quite nice?“ Harry repeated, stepping closer to her body, pushing her right back against the counter, „Huh? Was that bloke quite nice to you then?”

„Yes,“ Y/N tried to argue, her hands brushing up against his shoulders in an attempt to calm him, „And I don’t like how you always make me feel as though I need your approval when I talk to a guy.“

Harry swallowed hard. With a sigh he raised his hand and her body relaxed when his palm touched her cheek gently.

„You don’t need my permission. Of course you don’t.” He sighed before shaking his head, a deep frown on his forehead as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. The words were right there on his tongue.
“S’just… I don’t like it, you know? You with another guy.”

“Why?” Y/N wondered, her hands squeezing his shoulders, “I wouldn’t let anybody treat me badly, you know that. There’s neither reason to be protective nor worried.”

At that he rolled his eyes. Oh how wrong she was. As wrong as one could be. “That’s not what’s bothering me. How could anybody mistreat you?”

And he meant it then. How could anybody hurt the girl standing in his arms? She was so utterly kind without ever demanding anything in return. Her heart beat for the people she loved and it melted his own when she looked at him like he was all she could see.
That was what he was so afraid of losing. Losing to somebody else.

“Not with you gawking at every move either of us make, no,” Y/N giggled, again not understanding just how deep the meaning behind his words was.

With a sigh rumbling through his chest he stepped closer, his hands finding her wrists and she whined when he forced her arms up with a gentle but swift yank so they would wrap around his neck. A satisfied hum escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. Catching on to what he wanted she wound her fingers through his soft curls and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek when he stepped close enough for them to be embracing tightly. Y/N laughed quietly.

“Harry, love, how much did you have to drink?”

“A beer,” he grumbled truthfully, a frown forming, “Can’t a man get some love from his favorite girl without being accused of anything?”

“Of course he can,” she replied in a whisper, her heart beating so fast she feared it might fly right out of her chest and away into the sky. She tightened her hold around his shoulders and shivered when he moaned at the sensation of her fingers scratching the back of his neck.

Harry pressed his mouth to her neck. “Do we have to go back?”

“To the party? Yes,” she giggled against his jaw, “But we don’t have to stay that much longer.”

This pleased him. “Good. Don’t want you near Craig.”

“Hey, you just said that you agree with me not needing your permission for what I do.”

Harry pulled back and looked at her with arched brows. “So you want to do-”

She groaned and shook her head rapidly with her eyes squeezed shut. “No, I don’t want to do anyone so don’t even start.”

Reluctance gnawed at his insides but he forced himself to step out of her hold anyway. She was right. He needed to let her have space. Y/N gave him a warm smile before leaning up to press another kiss to his skin, this time his cheek.

“Harry, please…” she spoke softly, her lips brushing his cheek, “I really want to finally meet somebody, you know? And maybe Craig is going to ask me out so… don’t scare him away.”

There was nothing he could say.
Harry’s heart sank when he watched her step away from him and walk back into the living room where he knew Craig awaited her already. And sure enough when Harry followed, discomfort flooding his body, he saw the male he already disliked greatly smile and hold out a hand for Y/N. Greedily he grabbed her fingers and brought them to his wet lips, a sight that made Harry’s stomach turn. Surely Y/N didn’t like this behavior either, he thought and true enough Y/N’s smile wasn’t all honest. The guy squeezed her shoulder before saying something that made her laugh and for a moment Harry could actually feel himself wanting to punch the guy blue. A feeling Harry was not used to at all.
Harry wasn’t a fighter. He was a lover. But oh if Y/N didn’t provoke a side out of him he hadn’t known before.  
Fuck it.
Harry’s feet carried him towards his Y/N before his mind could catch up and in few quick strides he reached her. His hands found her shoulders, squeezing and rubbing them soothingly to get her to turn around and face him.

“Harry?” she wondered, surprise and confusion written all over her features, “What’s wrong now? Are you okay?”

“Sorry, Craig.” Harry breathed the words dedicated to the male standing behind Y/N but his eyes never left her lovely face.

They heard Craig ask what Harry was sorry for but neither of them got to reply before Harry leaned down and connected his mouth with Y/N’s warm lips. It took a lot of bravery not to pull away when he felt the girl gasp and her entire body go rigid. His heart beat so heavily in his chest and his head was dizzy but he refused to stop kissing her and instead continued to move his lips against hers with as much pressure as he dared. It was when he felt the soft touches of her hesitant fingers agains his neck that he knew he’d won. Sure enough she began to return his kiss, moaning and whining against him quietly whilst she allowed her arms to wrap around his neck.
Harry could have rejoiced.
Y/N’s lips were soft, warm and fitted so perfectly against his own he wondered how he hadn’t kissed her before. Her body cuddled into his as if she were his missing puzzle piece and he liked how well his own arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped when his tongue poked into her mouth and he sighed deeply upon getting to kiss her properly. His hands grasped her neck, the back of her head before letting them drop to her backside where he allowed himself to hold onto her in the least groping way he could.
His heart swelled when he heard her giggle softly and he moaned upon feeling her hands move across his shoulders.

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Confession

“Hi! Can i request a tvd imagine? All smutty with damon being dominant and rough and everything? Thank you :))” “Hi! I was wondering if you could write a damon salvatore imagine (smut ofc!!) Where you two are not together but kind of have a crush on each other. so eventually you end up having rlly rough kinky sex? Pls! ^-^”

A/N: i guess you can say i changed the plot a bit?? SORRY IF ITS NOT KINKY !! WHOOPS ?? (I can’t write kinky smut for shits ????)

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring on how well you did on your outfit choice for Girls Night. You twirled yourself so your back was facing the mirror. Shifting your head to look at the mirror, to see the back if the lovely dress Caroline helped you picked out. It wasn’t too short nor too long, hugged your curves perfectly. You felt good. You did your final touches on your hair and makeup before heading out the door. Once your bag and keys were in your hand, you swung your door open, out to have the time of your life with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena.

However, there was a certain someone blocking your way out. “Ah! Y/N I know I’d find you here! Cute little dress.” The raven man cheerfully said, a smirk appearing onto his lips. “Obviously you would, it’s my house.” You laughed. “What do you want Damon? I need to get going somewhere.” As you motioned towards your outfit. You knew the reason why he was here, and you tried every single thing possible to avoid him, not try and make much eye contact as possible. “Well you see Y/N, the thing is, you’re constantly avoiding me.” You were about to protest but he beated you to it. “No, don’t give me ‘I’ve been busy.’ crap, that’s such an overused excuse, sweetheart.” His voice was stern, serious for his answer. “Tell me the truth Y/N please, I’m your fucking friend for christ’s sake!” He nearly shouted, eyes wide, inching closer to you. You didn’t want to tell him why. You knew he would taunt, tease, laugh at your response. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same feelings towards you. “I don’t have to tell you everything Damon, you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend. So please, move out of the way.” You spat at him. Pushing yourself through, though you knew it was no use. You were still just a mortal, where as he was a hundred and something year old vampire; with much experience with his inhuman strength. “No.” Damon simply spoke. He pushed his way into your home, closing the door behind. He pushed you against the closest wall.

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painted kisses

pairing: tom holland x reader

requested?: yes, by the lovely @tomhollandxreader ! i hope this is what you were after :-)

word count: 1253

summary: tom gets a little restless while wandering through the local art gallery so the reader comes up with a game to keep them amused.

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“i don’t mean to be rude,” tom whispered in your ear, arms slung over your shoulders, “but that’s quite possibly the ugliest painting i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

you snorted, turning your eyes away from the beige and grey depiction of european scenery and elbowed your boyfriend gently in the ribs, making him laugh and double over.

“why are you whispering?”

tom stopped giggling and made an indignant face, looking around the room.

“you never know who might be listening. any one of those people might be the artist.”

turning around, you glanced around the interior of the local art gallery’s main hall. it was especially quiet for a saturday afternoon and a few lonely patrons wandered the corridors on either side of you – mainly elderly people here for the history and young hipsters here for the aesthetic. a solitary security guard leant against the entrance pillar, eyes glued to his phone screen. you looked back at tom, who tilted his head towards the guard, eyebrows raised.

“no,” you rolled your eyes, smiling and walking on, “he’s definitely not the artist.”

“how do you know?”

tom shuffled after you, hands pushed into his jeans. your lazy saturday dates out around the town had become a regular thing, ever since you’d started dating four months ago. now neither of you bothered to dress up too much but tom still looked effortlessly good. his black skinnies fit perfectly and the white rose t-shirt harrison had lent him was carefully rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his biceps. you reached for his hand and he met you half-way, letting your intertwined fingers hang down between the two of you as you entered the next room.

“tom, that hall is literally called ‘the renaissance era’. that’s the 13th and 14th century - there’s no way the artist is still alive,” you poked your tongue out and he grinned, running a hand through his unruly curls.

“fine, miss history-buff. but seriously, how was that painting art-gallery-worthy? i’m like, 99% sure that pads could’ve done something better.”

you laughed and squeezed his hand.

“okay, i got an idea. if you want to do something fun and avoid the shitty art, let’s play a game!”

tom stopped you and drew back a little, raising his left eyebrow in a question.

“y/n, it’s a public art gallery.”

you shushed him and pulled out your phone, cheeks getting red with excitement.

“go along with it, i promise it’ll be fun! do you have your phone on you?”

tom dazedly pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and handed it over, too busy watching you to care. he thought you looked especially beautiful today under the clean white light of the gallery, and he knew you well enough to know that your good ideas always turned out to be something that he would add to his collection of best memories with you.

“baby?”

“sorry,” he smiled, blinking once to wake himself up and looking down at you. you held his phone up to him and tom took it, returning his hand to yours and kissing your forehead quickly. “so what’s this fantastic plan of yours?”

you smiled and tapped your phone on his chest lightly.

“we’re going to have an art scavenger hunt around the gallery.”

tom returned your smile, eyes shining at the idea of a challenge.

“i’m in, love. lay out the rules for me.”

“okay so,” you bit your lip, “we’re going to split up and race each other to find different works of art that fit the theme we choose. and then whoever finds an artwork first gets a point, before we start the next round.”

“what’s the phone for?”

“facetime,” you winked, “so we can be apart but i can still make sure you’re not cheating.”

tom nudged your hip with his and grinned.

“fair enough. you don’t want me asking the security guard a.k.a. renaissance artist for help, i get it.”

you blew tom a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

“alright, let’s get started. first theme?”

you thought for a moment.

“an artwork with a dog in it!”

tom nodded appreciatively and stepped away from you, backing himself towards the far left exit. he held up his iphone.

“i’m calling you now – ready?”

nodding, you swiped ‘accept’ and tom’s slightly-pixelated face appeared on your screen. he made a funny face and you laughed, hearing it echo on the call.

“good luck baby.”

“oh, you’ll need it.”

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“the security guard’s giving me a funny look,” tom hissed, still on your facetime call, and you started to laugh, earning yourself a similar glare from the old man sitting on the gallery lounge.

“doesn’t matter, i found an artwork that uses the colour pink anyway, soooo…”

tom cussed and then clapped a hand over his mouth, looking down with his eyes wide.

“am i allowed to swear in an art gallery?”

you laughed harder.

“oh my god, you’re a mess.”

“i’m your mess though,” he smirked and held the camera up to his lips, puckering them and pretending to kiss you through the screen.

“yeah, yeah – don’t suck up to me because i’m the winner.”

“you haven’t won just yet – we’re tied, love.”

you and tom had been playing scavenger hunt for the past hour in the art gallery. every so often you’d run into each other and he’d reach out, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss as you passed him. glancing down, you checked the facetime call - 73 minutes long.

“tom, do you wanna leave? we can maybe grab some food down the street and head home for a movie?”

he cocked his head and smiled at you sweetly through the video call.

“that sounds like an amazing saturday night to me, love. but how about we finish this game? i’ve got one more thing for us to find.”

“mmmkay,” you smiled back, familiar with tom’s competitive streak. “what are we looking for this time?”

“a kiss.”

you giggled and started to move, ready to beat your boyfriend on this one. there was a statue you’d passed a few times in the eastern corridor – a greek marble sculpture of a man and a woman, locked in an embrace. tom wasn’t going to be winning this one.

“know exactly where you’re going, do you?”

there was some humour in tom’s voice and you flipped him your middle finger over facetime, not even bothering to look down as you marched east through the gallery. the doorway to the statue was just ahead –

“better watch where you’re going, darling.”

tom’s voice echoed as you entered the corridor and you bumped straight into your boyfriend’s chest, accidentally knocking your phone out of your hand.

“wha-“                                                                            

before you could respond, tom wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, using the other hand to lift your chin and drop his lips to yours. he kissed you heavily, dipping you back a bit but supporting your weight as if you were as light as a feather. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck and you lost yourself in the kiss, curling them into the soft hair you found there. tom moaned and pulled away slowly, making your head spin. he looked down at you in awe, watching as you touched a finger to your lips and gazed back up at him, looking beautiful and star-struck. a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“i found the kiss. guess i win.”

Call Me Mistress – Ramen (M) (Part 1)

Summary: A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, with guest appearances by Jimin and Jooheon (Monsta X)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 10,537

Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, spanking, public humiliation, sexual harassment/groping, alcohol, profanity

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: Jungkook’s story will have multiple parts because the opportunity to share the Mistress’ business practices with new clients was too good pass up. Hope you enjoy!

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen, Pt. 1 (Jungkook) | (more forthcoming)

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for writing characters undercover? Thanks!

So, we’ve covered this topic a lot in the past. Undercover operatives, intelligence agents, black ops, assassins, and spies I’d start with a spies search on our website, as that’ll get you started. The really good references will be there. My big advice for writing any kind of spy fiction is to have a clear idea of what you want and which genre you’re chasing. Do want James Bond or George Smiley? You can blend these genres, but it’s a good idea to have a clear idea as that’ll define your narrative.

The first thing to understand about spies and any sort of shadow operative is the Burn Notice quote: “A spy is just a criminal with a government paycheck.”

Take a look at this passage. This is a character (Thirteen) trained as an undercover operative exiting a bad situation. What do you see?

Limping down the hall, I forced one foot before the other. Slowly, my stride lengthened. The silver door at the end didn’t open, so I pushed it, and stumbled out onto the launch pad. My gaze fell on a string of oval automatic airstreams parked all in a row. No, I frowned, eyes sweeping to street and the vehicles winging by in the air overhead. No self-respecting AI would let me drive in this condition. Robots always insisted on hospital, and I had no time to hack. To get out fast, I needed a human. A cabbie. Older, preferably female. Fingers to my neck, I tapped twice. Up came the ODS, my thoughts linking to: call a cab. Human.

A string of numbers and faces appeared before my eyes, the oldworld men and women working a dying industry. Better for No Questions Asked rides in our digital world, no one else called when they could pay a corporate run robot for half the cost.

I picked the first female face that flashed across my dash.

Time to pick up… thirty seconds.

I gripped my injured arm, and ran an analysis. Tucked out of sight, Sixteen’s pistol rested against my ribs. Ammunition at less than half a magazine, so seven rounds. Eight, if I counted the one in the chamber. The Uplink already registered the irreparable damage and severed the blood flow to the damaged limb. So, no more bleeding out. My upper lip curled. A bad trade off for no more arm. Damn, Sixteen.

Fifteen seconds.

I couldn’t hide in the shadows. Needed to seem desperate, distraught. Call up tears.

Ten seconds.

My blurred gaze flicked to the skyline, watching for black. The Ghosts wouldn’t appear in the datastream. Still, NIS hadn’t cut my access. Not yet.

Five.

A beat up airstream in ruby red dropped out of the sky to the left, pulling up to the curb. They were early. From the shabby state of their car, probably desperate. Good.

I limped over quickly. Even if they weren’t my ride, they were human and sitting in the driver’s seat. A car enthusiast who needed no AI systems to handle the steering. Likely to have built in cameras. More likely to possess a slow Uplink. Slow data received poor police service. My fingers seized the handle, flung open the door, and threw myself inside.

“Need a ride?” the voice was sympathetic, unfamiliar.

I slid across the bench into the seat behind the driver. My free hand tight on my damaged limb, couldn’t do much about my nose. So, instead, I tilted my head and caught her reflection in the mirror. Younger. Mid-thirties. Red hair worn short with one gray streak, tied back in a severe bun. Clear hazel eyes. Talk like you’re in pain, scared, but putting on a brave face. Tears. I wiped the blood from underneath my nose, sniffling. “Y-y-yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Thanks.” I tried for a half-smile, half-grimace, and leaned on the window. “Just looking to get away. The address should be—”

“You don’t need to worry, I have it,” the driver said. “Came in with your order. Grace, right? You want to go downbelow, the Rep Shop.”

“Yeah.” Resting my cheek against the glass, I closed my eyes; Uplink sizing up her car’s systems. Automatic turned off, but easy enough to hijack. My free hand drifted off my injury, and moved near the pistol hilt jabbing my ribs.

“I’m Marla, I’ll be your driver today.” A pause followed. “You sure a pretty girl like you wants the Rep Shop? Not a hospital? You look pretty banged up.”

“No,” I replied. I got what she suggested, this was a nice neighborhood. “I just need… need to go…”

“Boyfriend trouble?”

I grimaced, eyes squeezing shut, and wished I felt a twinge of guilt. It’s like the Overseer always says, love is just a cover.

“Don’t worry, no need to say it,” Marla said as the engine revved, the floorplates shook, and the airstream lifted skyward. “Shipped enough victims out of here to know.”

Notice, she pays attention to her surroundings and makes choices based on her condition in service of her needs. She needs to get out quickly, but would run into more trouble stealing a car so she calls up a cab driven by a human. Human’s are easier to manipulate in short order than code cracking. She specifically aims for a female cab driver, one preferably older than she is.

Why?

She’s female. Another woman is more likely to assume her injuries are because of a man, and a cab driver will have encountered this scenario often enough to not pry too deeply into it. An older woman is likelier to be maternal and protective, but not so protective that she’ll stay beyond when Thirteen needs her too. However, pay attention to the fact that Thirteen never verbally confirms it was a man who caused her injuries. She lets Marla assume, and fill in the blanks herself. This gives her an out later if she needs to change her story and place the blame on Marla’s shoulders for misunderstanding.

This is an example of what’s called social engineering. Deliberately manipulating the people in your environment to divulge confidential information or getting them to do what you want.

Notice also: After getting into the vehicle, Thirteen’s hand goes to the gun she stole. As she is playing to Marla’s sympathies, she is also assessing the possibility of killing this woman and taking control of the car if things don’t go the way she’s planned. Thirteen would prefer to exit by the easiest means possible, but a good spy always has a contingency. She won’t compromise her safety, and civilian lives mean next to nothing. A dead body is one more problem to deal with, one more attention getter that she doesn’t want, but she’ll go there. Violence is messy, and sometimes necessary.

There’s no real difference between a spy and a conman. Still, if you want to trick people there’s a few rules to follow.

What a spy isn’t:

A compulsive liar, an overseller, or lies all the time. An undercover operative needs to maintain their identity, that is one identity, singular. While a spy can create many false personalities, they should only be using one at a time with the goal of giving away as little information in trade as possible.

Notice: Thirteen does not tell Marla a story, she lets Marla create the story and then plays along. It is easier to convince someone of a lie when they’ll craft it themselves. Why say something when you can get just as much by saying nothing at all?

“You’ve told her three lies. Suppose she’s an asset, now you have to make all three lies true.” - Spy Game

Your character can’t just lie, a liar will be caught after a prolonged period of time. They need to manipulate the truth by creating a fiction. A cover is a fictional person with a fictional job who people think really exists when they check the character’s identity. Assume their identity will be checked, re-checked, and checked again. They are not maintaining a cover to a singular individual, but multiple ones. Their assets are the locals they are manipulating in order gain access to information, and who often run the jobs for them. These assets will, most of the time, not know the truth or not know the whole truth about who the spy really is.

Assets can be friends, business associates, girlfriends/boyfriends, wives/husbands, disgruntled employees, janitors, etc.

Your character can’t enter a business or government agency as a pretend janitor if they’re also going there everyday as a reporter or contractor or some other job. They must maintain the fiction of their identity.

This is the biggest problem most authors will get into when writing spy fiction. The concept of telling lies is something that comes easily to most of us, the problem comes in with keeping up a fiction over a prolonged period of time. The next step is to be able to lie without guilt and throw over people who help you without remorse. Crafting that dual identity of a person who genuinely cares about their friends and allies versus the real one who… really doesn’t.

You need a solid grasp of social functions, mores, and conventions in order to write a spy because a spy is manipulating all those points to gain access. You also need to understand these rules change based on what society your character is entering. Social rules change based on social groups, be it economic or cultural. The expectations for a man or woman in Mexico City versus Seattle are vast, and your character needs to be versed in the world they’re walking into. They need a cover identity to suit their work. Someone who has the freedom to go many places without being questioned, but unimportant enough to be neither needed nor remembered.

A spy is always looking for a way in, to slide into your confidences or sympathies however they can. They are going to use you to get where they need to go. They are very convincing actors and they are changing, modifying themselves slightly for each person they encounter. Not so much though that their falseness becomes obvious to the other people who know them.

When we’re working with a female spy, for example, all the “bad woman” societal traits you’re inclined to throw away are exactly what she needs to succeed. She will flirt, and flatter, and seduce, and manipulate the men (and women) around her to gain entry. She may rotate between being a gorgeous woman and an unremarkable one by the use of fashion and makeup. She is exactly what so many men are afraid of, a social climber who is manipulating their feelings and her attractiveness in order to get what she wants because it is the most expedient method to get what she needs. The one who is manipulating society’s view of women as nonentities, nonthreatening/replaceable objects in order to do her job.

Don’t be afraid of these characters. Don’t be afraid of “unlikeable” characters.

Spies are bad people who do bad things. They are often cold, calculating, impersonal manipulators looking for the most expedient method to get what they need. Your spy’s cover is just a cover. Never forget the real person underneath, especially when they’re lying to themselves.

-Michi

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Downsized

Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


16:30

Silence.

You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.

16:45

You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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BTS Reaction: Another member walking in while you're making out

Anon said: Omg cant wait untill you post the reactions can you do a reaction to being walked in while making out and right when it gets really heated a member walks in

Context:

You sat on his lap, one hand running fingers through his hair, while the other hand rested on his shoulder. One of his hands was running up and down your back, and the other was rested on your butt, lightly squeezing.

His shirt was long gone and so was yours. Everything felt amazing. You loved being so close to him.

Your tongues fought for dominance, also exploring every area of each other’s mouths.

It was getting really heated. You were sure that you would be no longer separated by clothes in the next 10 minutes.

Kim Namjoon:

While you were kissing, you felt his hand touch the back of your bra. He was about to unhook it when you heard a voice.

“Hyung! I’m so sorry!” You heard. You quickly got off of Namjoon’s lap and covered your chest with a blanket. You looked in the doorway to see Jimin, who was now turned around, hands covering his eyes. “I didn’t mean to walk in on this. Jin-hyung told me to ask you what you wanted for dinner.” He explains.

“Just get whatever. Now get out.” Namjoon groaned, obviously annoyed.

Originally posted by yoonseok

Kim Seokjin:

Jin laid so his back was down on the bed, pulling you down onto him. Your lips never disconnected from his and you had one leg on each side of him. He placed both hands on your butt, lightly squeezing both cheeks.

“Do I have to tell you two again that this is also my room?” You heard someone say. Yoongi.

You quickly got off of Jin, rushing to put your shirt back on. “Why can’t you knock?” Jin sighed, looking at his friend. “Because this is my room too.” Yoongi shrugged, waking over to his side of the room.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi quickly flipped you over, pushing your pants down your legs before hovering over you, connecting your lips once again. He pressed himself against you, letting you feel how hard he was. You moaned into the kiss, lightly pulling on his hair.

Suddenly, you heard the bedroom door open. Both you and Yoongi looked to see who it was. In the doorframe stood a very shocked Jungkook.

“Get out.” Yoongi groaned. “I—I—Jin hyung took my speaker and hid it somewhere in here.” Jungkook said, averting his eyes from the two of you and looking around the room. “Get it later. Get out.” Yoongi said, once again. Jungkook nodded and muttered a simple “sorry” before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Jung Hoseok:

“Hobi—” You gasped as Hoseok placed his lips against your neck, softly biting the skin. Almost immediately after, Hoseok pushed his hips up against yours, causing your gasp to turn into a moan. “Does it feel good?” Hoseok asked, lips now pressed against your ear. You opened your mouth to speak, but someone else’s voice rang in your ears.

“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.” The person repeated. You and Hoseok looked to see Taehyung standing at the doorframe. “Taehyung. Get out of here.” Hoseok tells him. “But Jimin told me to get his phone for him.” Taehyung explains, walking to Jimin’s side of the room and getting the phone of his bed. Taehyung walked to the door, but before he left, he looked at the two of you and spoke. “Make sure you use protection.”

“Ya! Leave!” Hoseok says to his friend, who ran out of the room laughing.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Park Jimin:

Every kiss you shared with Jimin was like fireworks on the forth of July. The kisses brought butterflies to your stomach. While you and Jimin were having an intense make out session, your stomach felt like it was on fire. Your whole body ached for him to touch you some more. He placed once hand on your waisted, quickly rocking you back and forth against his hard, that was separated by his jeans. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, enjoying the Please that was being given to you.

“Hey! You better go somewhere else with this because I want to take a nap and I don’t want you two waking me up.” You hear hoseok say.

He had just entered and walked to his side of the room. You looked at Jimin before getting off of him and putting your shirt back on.

“Next time.” Jimin whispers to you, smirking.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung grabbed your butt with both of his hands, pressing you harder against his clothed erection. You moaned, pressing your lips against his once again.

He pulled away, placing his lips on your neck and trailing up while continuing his actions. “You like that?” He asks in your ear before softly biting your earlobe. You didn’t trust your voice, so you just whined. That was, before the door opened.

“Oh my gosh. Why can’t you learn how to lock doors in this house? Taehyung, you forgot to lock the door to the bathroom last week and I caught you in the shower. Now this?” Jin asks, shaking his head as he turned around, walking out of the room and closing the door.

You looked at taehyung, barely having time to process what just happened as he presses his lips against yours, trapping you into a heated kiss, once again.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jeon Jungkook:

“Jungkook.” You moaned as he flipped you over, pressing your back against the bed. He got on top of you, pressing himself against you. You bit your lip as he softly but your neck before running his tongue over the area.

You placed your hand over his growing erection and he winced, before getting used to the feeling. You rubbed your palm against him, and he moaned against your neck. “If you don’t stop now I’m gonna—” He barely had time to finish his sentence as the door opened and someone spoke.

“Jesus Christ, kids. Lock the door next time.” Namjoon groaned, walking out and closing the door behind him.

You and Jungkook looked at each other for a second before going back to your previous actions.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Take it Slow (NSFW)

Imagine: Tom comes home after spending three months away in America filming a new movie, but the moment his eyes fall on you, he is more than ready to make up for all the lost time.

Author’s Note: wassuuuuup, so here’s some tommy h smut because my birthday is on the 19th and this was a fUcken party to write, so enjoy this horny version of our homeboy tom as a gift from me 2 you!!! p.s. i was a mess writing this good luck soldier

Word Count: 1700+ UNEDITED

Soft lights flickered dimly around your small room, contrasting greatly with the bright hallway light which streamed through the bottom of your bedroom door. The faint roaring of car engines beyond the barrier of your window was somehow calming, assisting you in relaxing further into the cool, white sheets. A series of yawn-ridden ‘goodnights’ were called around your family house before you called out one in return. Closing your laptop, you decided to check the illuminated screen of your phone one final time for any texts or missed calls from Tom but, yet again, there was nothing.

He had continued to promise, over the phone, merely hours ago, that he would come straight over to your house after he had land. And, according to the last text message you had received, Tom had touched down at ten thirty. As your phone’s digital clock verged on midnight, you couldn’t help but let out an exhausted sigh. You sunk lower into the bed, giving up on any hope or chance you had on seeing your boyfriend tonight. Nevertheless, barely a second after that thought passed through your mind, a soft knock rapped against your door. Immediately, your tired eyes became very alert, pulling the covers down slightly as you quietly called, “Hello?”

The door creaked open, revealing Tom in a black pair of jeans, a white shirt and a navy hoody which was lazily slung over his broad left shoulder. He adorned a sheepish, tired smile which tugged on his lips as his eyes fell on you. Your eyes lit up as you essentially flung yourself out of the comfort of your bed and into his warm, strong arms. The sports bag which once hung from his other shoulder dropped to the floor with a thud, his shoulders slumping as his large hands lowered, enclosing around your body, tugging you flush against him. A loud chuckle rumbled through his chest as you looked up towards him. Raising your hands to Tom’s face, you brushed your fingers gently over his lips; as if in a trance.

“Hi, angel,” he grinned. Leaning down to press a long kiss to your soft lips. “I missed you so much.”

To Tom, you were ethereal. With unkempt hair, which fell down the length of your back and glimmering eyes shining back at his; you resembled a goddess. Even the long, loose shirt which did not cling to your body whatsoever seemed to turn him on. You seemed to look even more beautiful than the last time he had seen you.

A light laugh tumbled from your lips as you whispered, “Speak for yourself.” You were utterly mesmerised by Tom. Despite the stubble which had grown just above his upper lip, he hadn’t changed much at all. The room fell quiet, the only thing that was audible was the soft exhale of you and Tom’s breath.

“You look so handsome,” you whispered. “I feel like no human should be able to look this good in sweats after a fourteen-hour flight.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I have to just stop you right there, cause you look so gorgeous right now, I just need to-“

Lifting your leg up, he laid you back onto your messy bed, pressing a rushed kiss to your lips. Pushing his hard, built body down onto your soft one, a welcomed shiver shot down your spine as you involuntarily wrapped both your legs around his torso, attempting to bring the pressure of Tom’s tightening pants between your thighs, where you needed it most.

“Ah, ah, ah” he tutted. “Not yet, angel.”

Groaning quietly, you brought your fingers to the hem of his soft shirt, moving it up and over his head, causing his hair, which was shorter than usual, to look less neat than it usually was. Pulling away slightly, Tom brought his left arm down to your right leg, and urged you to wrap it around him once more with a hushed, “Come on. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

Using his forearm for support, he slowly grinded down onto you, his lips meeting yours as he did so. The second time, with more pressure, caused a muffled moan to escape from your mouth as you pushed your mouth into his shoulder; attempting to silence yourself. Hearing your soft moans caused Tom to squeeze his eyes closed, a raspy string of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘baby’ being whispered into your ear.

“Tom,” you whimpered. “Please.”

Sitting up, Tom brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt this time, slowly pulling it up over your head revealing your bare chest, which stood out, being slightly paler in contrast to the rest of your body. A smirk wiped over his face as he brought his mouth down to the exposed skin; sucking and licking, humming as he did so. Your head tilted back, slightly overwhelmed with Tom being everywhere on your body at once. His mouth brought wetness and warmth, while his colder hands slid up and down the length of your body and your leg, allowing goose bumps to rise off the surface of your smooth skin. This was definitely your version of heaven.

Taking his time, Tom’s mouth slowly made its way down your body; he made sure to pay attention to every inch of skin which covered the expanse of your body before his mouth hovered just above where your black underwear met your hip bones. With glistening eyes, he looked up to you, wetting his lips before slowly lowering his head, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he did so.

First, he peppered a mound of kisses across your inner thighs, teasing you, as his nose brushed against the thin, lacey underwear where your wetness had gathered. Your eyes fell shut at the arousing sensation which caused your body temperature to sky rocket, your hips jolting as he lightly brushed his thumb over your underwear. A needy whimper left your mouth as the wetness of his tongue slowly dragged upwards, causing your breath to quicken.

Tom’s eyes watched you intently. He was determined to get you as worked up as possible before he even giving himself the opportunity to release the restraints his boxers were currently giving him. With your eyes, screwed shut, and your delicate fingers roaming up and down your body; Tom was fully aware of what you were doing. Lifting your hips up, Tom leisurely slid the lace panties down your smooth legs before smugly tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans, giving you a sly wink in the process.

Tom’s large, rough hands skimmed along your thighs before spreading them wider. His eyes carefully flickering up to your angelic face, as you lay sprawled below him. His head tilted to the side, admiring your body before leaning down to kiss your luscious lips one more time.

“Tommm,” you groaned, holding his jaw in your hands, rolling your head back into the pillows. “Please, just-“

“Just what, princess?”

“You know…?” you spoke gently, your cheeks heating, your eyes flickering down and back up to meet his. A knowing smile flashed across his face as he replied, “Actually, I don’t know, darling. So, by all means, enlighten me.”

You groaned, “Please don’t make me-“

“Tell me how much you want me,” he murmured, his breath hot in your ear. Your thighs squeezed together, trying to release some of the tension you were currently experiencing. Yet, Tom’s leg coerced them apart, separating them with the rough jean fabric clad to his leg.

“Go on then, baby,” he hushed, his voice low. “I know you want to.”

Steadily your hips rose upwards, grinding against Tom’s thigh, your breath began quickening again. Tom’s hand fell to your waist, slowing your pace and applying further pressure. His eyes remained locked on yours, intensifying the pleasure you were experiencing further.

“Fuck, you’re too much,” he rasped. The sensation you were feeling was cut short, causing you to groan again.

“I want you so bad,” you mumbled, your mind in a haze. “I need you, Tom.”

The next thing you knew, Tom’s tongue licked one bold line up your slit. An involuntary moan tumbling from your mouth as you did so.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, angel. Okay?”

With a hurried nod, an explosion of pleasure lurched through your body as Tom’s tongue flicked across your clit. He hummed, sucking and licking continuously, causing jolts of pleasure to flow through your body. Tom’s hands gripped your waist, attempting to hold you still while his tongue continued to circle your clit. Your hands immediately lowered down to grab onto his hair, guiding him to continue the action. You bit your lip, your mind cloudy; unable to focus on anything but Tom’s touch.

“Mm, you taste better than I remember.”

The room’s temperature had risen exceedingly, causing your body to glisten in the dim lighting the room provided. With Tom’s hot words spreading through your mind and the swirling of his tongue, you couldn’t bear to hold back on the exploding feeling any longer. Easing two fingers into you, the pace in which he flicked his tongue against you became more fervent and heated. You bit your lip, supressing the moans which begged to escape your mouth.

What pushed you over the edge was his gravelly voice, filled with need and lust, “Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you felt your back arching, rising as your body continued to pulse in pleasure, your fingers desperately tugging on his messy hair. Your toes curled and eyebrows scrunched together as Tom removed his fingers, continuing to lick and suck on the wetness he had created, slowing down as he fixed his gazed on your face.

Exhaling, you opened your eyes to find Tom’s eyes sparkling up at you, a pleased, cocky smile on his face. Your cheeks were painted in a rosy colour, your face glimmering in sweat. Another deep kiss was pressed to your lips, before you were rolled over and sitting above Tom. His hands trailing across your soft skin, a look of utter admiration swimming within his eyes as he observed your bare state which was slowly clambering down to his black jeans.

“Christ,” he snickered to himself in amazement. “I love you so fucking much.”

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Reminiscence (Calum imagine)

Summary: You spend Valentine’s Day reminiscing

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This has to be one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written :) Please pay attention to the dates and times! It begins in the present, and then there are a series of flashbacks. They’re all in chronological order for ease of reading, but please pay attention to the timings if you’re unsure!

This is for @calumsbicth and @calsdream‘s Valentines!5sos blurb night!

Originally posted by hemmoxhood96

Present day, Valentine’s Day

With a cream envelope held between your fingers, you can’t prevent the smile from spreading across your lips. A greying memory slips into your mind, your eyes fluttering to a close as you let yourself get taken away to the land of fantasies.

Valentine’s day, two years ago, 1pm

“Y/N!”

At the sound of your name, you looked up.  You were in a park, sitting on a picnic blanket. Surrounding you were hundreds of tiny daisies, scattered amongst the green grass like a sprinkling of icing sugar.

“Hmm?” You looked across the blanket to see Calum, your boyfriend, with a wide smile spread across his face.

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