now that i drew him i want him to burn also

All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


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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regularghostly  asked:

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?

NSDJFKHJGDNKSFHBKSMFJNGH HOW ABOUT THIS:


The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

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Angel

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Mardi Gras shenanigans. It’s porn, plot is optional.

Word Count:1,976

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Dirty Talk, Oral (MR)

A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)

“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”

Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.

Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.

Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.

Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.

“Looking for someone?”

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everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.

-

“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”

-

Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”

“Shit.”

I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you

-

“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Beyoncé.”

His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.

-

Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

✨Dangerous Woman✨

| Masterlist |

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

The Heart - Roman Godfrey

(Nerd!Reader X Roman Godfrey)

You tutor Roman Godfrey in Anatomy, the Cardiovascular System to be exact.

A/N : This is one of my first tries when writing for Roman so I’m going to say sorry in advance! Give me some time to master writing for him! Enjoy!

Originally posted by iamfire355

Hemlock Grove High School was unwelcoming to say the least. Despite having lived in the sleepy town for all of your life, you couldn’t help but feel apart from your peers. While they gossiped, you were studying. While they went out with their friends, you were home alone. One thing that came from this was your good grades. You were soon recommended to be a tutor.

Hardly anyone ever came up to the Peer Tutoring lab. If they did, they would seek help from someone more affable, approachable instead of yourself. It didn’t matter how smart you were, your personality off put so many people, they refused to get the help they truly needed. Part of you liked it that way; you had grown used to the cold shoulders after a few years. However, deep down, it hurt you.

It hurt that no one wanted to talk to you, ask you a question about the Algebra homework or number forty-five on that History assignment. It hurt that, while you sat alone at a table, all the other tutors were explaining to their friends what the difference between a covalent and an ionic bond were. So, instead of thinking about how much it hurt, you busied yourself with a book.

You were already in deep within the pages when the rapping of knuckles against the table frightened you. You looked up and your eyes locked with none other than Roman Godfrey. You had known him since grade school, liked him since grade six. So of course it was him that came up to you. The boy offered you a soft smile, as if in apology; but Roman never apologizes.

“I need help with something,” he said coldly, “you’re a tutor right?” You nodded, peering at him as you closed your book.

“You care about your grades?” You countered, without missing a beat. Roman actually smiled, taking the seat next to you at your empty table.

“I need to pass,” he said, “my mom’s been riding my ass all week about it.” He reached down into his bag, pulling out a binder. His lips were pursed as he moved, his jaw tight with agitation. He flopped the binder on the table with a smacking sound that drew the attention of people in the room.

“Anatomy,” you said, opening the binder. “You’re covering the body systems…” Roman only nodded, watching you as you looked over his notes. You suppressed a smile as your eyes skimmed over his handwriting. It was fanciful, not the childish font most males scribbled in. Little sketches also caught your attention. A wolf’s face and a few snakes littered the margins on his notebook.

“We have a test soon,” Roman said, bringing your eyes to meet his own. “On the Cardiovascular system, I think. I’m not good with-”

“The heart? Does blood make you queasy?” You asked, leaning over the binder. Roman scoffed at your words, rolling his eyes. You noticed the quirking of his lips a little, making your heart flutter. He looked good when he smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said blatantly. While his original annoyance lingered in his expression, mischief glimmered in his eyes too.  

“I don’t see many people asking me for help,” you explained.

“Maybe ‘cause you ask so many questions,” Roman said, the hints of a grin forming on his lips. You had heard about those lips. Girls of Hemlock High raved about the magic Roman Godfrey could work. You yourself had wondered, but never dared to entertain the thoughts of him any further. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus.

“I can help you,” you said, flipping through his notebook to find the notes on the heart. When you found the pages, you looked back up at Roman whose gaze was glued on you. You swallowed hard under his gaze, shifting in your seat. It wasn’t just his lips, it was his eyes. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken as you mentally cursed yourself.  

“So-uh, where should we begin? The circulatory system?” You asked, clearing your throat. When Roman didn’t respond, you looked up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe the inner workings of the heart.” You nearly melted at the tone of his voice. The heart, of course. His green eyes were bright, a full grin on his face now. He knew exactly what he was doing. You felt a red-hot blush creep onto your features and you knew it would be a long study session.


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And as if Tom had another personality, he immediately welcomed a threesome between you guys. “Come on sweetie, show my buddy Haz the things that your dirty mouth could do.” Tom instructed, shifting your position making both your ass and your head on the edges of the bed.

warnings: threesome!!!, smut!!, grinding, unprotected sex, oral, rim jobs, anal

You swayed your hips while your back pressed against Tom, practically grinding on him, as both of you were dancing and goofing around at Haz’s party while finding the other cast members of Spider-man: Homecoming scattered all over the house. The neon lights discoed around the room as the music was on maximum, blaring around the living room walls. “Are you having a great time?!” Tom questioned yet screaming between the clamors.

“Definitely!” You cried back as your right hand gripped tightly on a bottle of Budweiser beer you were consuming earlier. As you felt Tom stiffened his grasp onto your hips, your slightly intoxicated mind made you bend and began rubbing your ass onto his prominent bulge. “Fuck yes, Y/N. You’re so sexy.” He groaned acknowledging himself getting turned on at your actions.

For some they never considered your relationship with Tom as what you stated, was ‘just friends’ and maybe with a few benefits, though other than that you and Tom affirmed that both of you were unlikely to be together. Even if deep down you acknowledged a small interest with him, it dissolves whenever you realize being friends with benefits with him is what’s best (just to stay away from paparazzi drama) especially now that he’s became increasingly famous after landing the role of Spider-man.

Zendaya then got in front of the crowd alongside Jacob who was holding a birthday cake on his hands, which immediately distracted the intimate scene between you and Tom. “Where’s the birthday boy, anybody seen him?” Zendaya searched over the crowd trying to find Haz, who has just emerged out of nowhere. “There he is! Come on here and blow out your candle.” as you glimpsed on Haz who walked past the crowd.

The crowd, including you, sang a cheerful birthday song for Haz before he grinningly gusted on the flame that was ignited on a blue candle stick which radiated across the room. “Did you make a wish? Was it something related Y/N?” Zendaya joked, as everyone laughed along, further making Haz flustered and turn into the shade of bright pink. He looked over his shoes, trying to hide his flushed face as he seemed to feel sheepish about the awkward situation he was in now.

Everyone knew about Haz’s small crush on you, but thankfully it was honestly never awkward to either the both of you, but there were also some who did not like the idea of it especially Tom. And there were situations where people would assume you both had something which always seemed to be cute, but you both knew it was far from true, especially because you had your eyes on another person which was not Haz.

Your intimate session with Tom halted as everyone, including yourself, migrated over the dining room as Haz handed out slices of his cake. A felt of guilt washed over you as you held a slice of cake on your hand, completely forgetting that you left Tom behind in the living room all by himself. So you went back and picked up another slice just for the both of you, and as you were about to proceed onto the living room, Haz surfaced promptly out of nowhere. “Hey Y/N.”

Haz smiled directly at you as he rested his arm on the door frame, completely blocking the way and making you unable to pass through the room and to catch a glimpse of Tom. “Hey, Haz. Happy birthday!” You cheered placing the cake alongside on the counter and leaning your back against the edge of the table. “Thanks, it’s nice to see you here. Honestly you were the only person I waited for to arrive.” He chuckled making you blush at his cute remark.

“You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?” You beamed and looked behind searching for a stool. As you pulled out a wooden stool, you sat on it and leaned over on the counter signaling an interest in the conversation you and Haz were having. “But a bit flirtatious too, huh?” further making Haz plaster a devious smile on his face that emphasized his structured jawline and blue marbled orbs.

You could tell that he was somewhat intoxicated, like you, already. His face was flustered due to the burning alcohol consumption, his hair was perfectly disheveled as if he was in a Hollywood actor in action, and his movements as if he was signaling the both of you to find a room and make out. “Well, surely anyone can’t help themselves from a girl as lovely as you.” He admired followed by a wink directed at you, making you blush onto a shade of red.

Even if you badly wanted to continue your conversation with Haz, you saw Tom staring at the room enraged as he walked past the crowd trying to immediately escape to nowhere. Making you leave Haz alone in the room, along with the cake that you intentionally planned to bring for both you and Tom. “Tom!” You called out, pushing against the bodies and shoulders in the crowd, but Tom did not take a second to look back.

He carried himself upstairs and randomly picked a vacant room in which you followed behind. You entered the room, pushing the door behind you, and having to face an infuriated Tom who seemed as if he wanted to rip someone’s limbs off, “Why did you even follow me upstairs, you already have Mr. Steal-your-girl eye fuck you in the room.” Tom scoffed and crossed his arms showing an unpleased look.

“We were not eye fucking,” You responded, “We were just talking about his party and I greeted him a happy birthday. That’s it.” But only leaving Tom more unsatisfied with the answer you gave. “Yeah fucking right. He was probably undressing you in his thoughts already.” And within seconds you observed Tom slightly progress near your, making you step back until your back was pressing against the walls.

Tom lowered his face against yours, making sure you felt his hot breathe brushing past against your cheeks which most definitely made you aroused. “Sucks to be him because you’re mine.” He growled, as his fingers gently made way underneath your dress and onto the fabric that covered your wet core. He softly rubbed his fingers, against your lace panties, making you easily moan out of delight. “You’re already wet for me and I barely did anything, love.”

He pulled down your panties which dropped down onto your ankles and immediately crashing his soft pink lips with your luscious plump ones. With one hand he restrained both of your frail wrists and with the other hand, he gently teased your drenched core and drew figures on your clit. “Fuck, who owns this naughty pussy, huh?” Tom’s breathing intensifies as your heartbeat began pumping rapidly. “You do, Tom.” You answered.

You felt Tom unzip the back of your dress before continuing to tease your clit. “Fuck yes I do own this.” He groaned as your dress loosened from its original skimpy state. Tom slowly teased his finger on the entrance of your core and made sure you were all drenched from between, furthermore as he made out with you, he slowly was acquiring dominance by accessing into your mouth, which caused a slight gag reflex as he was already shoving his mouth to your throat.

Both of you then danced your way onto the soft bed, Tom roughly forcing you to lay down on it as he stayed on top of you. By now your back was against the mattress and Tom slowly pulled your dress down, discarding the clothing somewhere in the room and leaving you naked beneath him. “You’re body is so perfect.” He moaned and took his time gradually viewing your perky boobs that complimented your curves nicely. “I just want to make you come so bad.”

Then Tom pulled the hem of his shirt over his head revealing the toned abs and biceps you always had fantasized of. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down and tossing them on the carpet and leaving him only in his brief and boxers which revealed his prominent bulge. Tom teased his shielded erection onto your core by pressing his bulge against it and roughly grinding himself at it. “I’m so fucking hard for you, love.”

“Fuck, please stop teasing me.” You whimpered trying to reach your clit to add a more pleasurable sensation but Tom smacked your hand away immediately. “You deserve to be punished because you have been a bad girl tonight, love.” He stated and slowly cupped one of your breasts and delightfully kneaded it making you moan out his name and lightly arch your back. 

Since you were blinded at what Tom was going to do next but you felt Tom’s breath brush past against your drenched core, sensing he has descended his face against it. You felt his tongue lick a strip of your core and made its way onto your anus, the slick warm muscle heating you up as Tom lapped it over on the opening. And Tom gradually penetrated a finger into your tight hole, making you shut your eyes cry at the painful yet pleasurable sensation. “You like that don’t you?”

As Tom stopped, he gave a stern look directly at your powerless body. “Bend over. Face down and ass up.” He stated in which you obeyed and slowly turned over and shoving your face onto the mountain of pillows meanwhile ascending your ass to face against Tom. Then he gave a swift spank on it, observing it bounce (which he always had enjoyed) and whispered, “That’s a good girl.”

“Fuck ye-” You whimpered but being cut off immediately as both you and Tom heard the door swing open. There emerged Haz who was left shocked on what scenery he has walked into,”Oh god I’m sorry. S-should I leave?” He stuttered leaving in an utter disturbance. “No. You can stay.” Tom directed, “Watch me fuck this naughty little slut until she comes for me.” He snickered as Haz pushed the door behind him.

And as if Tom had another personality, he immediately welcomed a threesome between you guys. “Come on sweetie, show my buddy Haz the things that your dirty mouth could do.” Tom instructed, shifting your position making both your ass and your head on the edges of the bed. At one edge Tom was entertaining your lower region meanwhile the other edge, you faced Haz. He began unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants along with his boxers, dropping them onto his ankles.

You saw Haz’s dick sprung out already erect and hard in which you began lightly stroking. Then you dipped your lips onto his tip, spitting onto it as you continued stroking, “That’s so fucking hot.” Haz groaned feeling his hips mellowly thrust into your mouth. You began bobbing your head up and down onto his hard length, gagging and creating a sound every time his tip reached the back of your throat.

Meanwhile Tom became jealous of the fact that Haz was basically mouth fucking you already. So he pulled his boxes and briefs down, and began teasing the tip of his dick onto the pulsing entrance of your core. He teased your by rubbing his tip gradually on your clit and circling it all around your drenched pussy. “Do you want my cock in you?” Tom questioned, making you whimper and nod as a response, “I fucking want it in me, please.”

Tom kept teasing his tip this time slowly inserting an inch and pulling it right back, filling up his pride because he saw you begging for more, “How bad do you want it?” He smirked, again, smacking your ass whilst you continued to gag onto Haz’s dick. “Please I badly want you inside me, Tom.” You whimpered, looking up to see Haz already throwing his head back at the pleasure he was intaking. “As you wish.” 

Then slowly penetrated inside you and immediately commenced on thrusting. He bucked his hips forward and backward, him making sure your ass was slapping against his skin. He grasped on your hips securely as his thrusts kept getting harder which made you lose focus on what you were doing Haz. “God you’re so fucking tight, Y/N.”

Meanwhile Haz brushed your hair onto one side of your face, clumping it and made sure it was not bothering you from blowing him. “You’re so fucking good.” Haz moaned followed by another faint moan, “So good to me.” As he gripped tighter at your hair and harshly pulling it as you continued bobbing your head and stroking at his length. “She’s a dirty little slut isn’t she, Haz?”. Tom gave another smack on your left ass whilst Haz firmly placed his hands on the side of your face.

Now you barely did anything to Haz as was thrusting himself in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat several times as your jaw began to hurt already. “I-i’m gonna come.” Haz whimpered as your head was immediately pulled from the back making your mouth disconnect from Haz’s throbbing dick. “No one is allow to come yet.” Tom commanded as he harshly was pulling your hair, “No one will come unless I say so.”

“Why don’t we switch positions, buddy?” Tom questioned, pulling out his length out of your cunt as he harshly rubbed your clit through the use of his thumb. “You can fuck Y/N other hole for a change.” He instructed as Haz just nodded, his face flustered and out of breath. 

“Lay down and spread your legs widely for us, love.” Tom commanded in which you submissively obeyed, spreading your legs in front of Haz while he swore under his breath after seeing the magnificent view. “Her cunt is exquisite, isn’t it?” Tom snickered as he forced his dick on your mouth whilst sucking him upside down. He moaned out your name as he gradually commenced thrusting into your mouth, purposely hitting every areas there was. “You’re so mouth is so warm and dirty, just the way I like it.”

Meanwhile Haz warmed up his cock and positioned it on the rear end of your anus, slowly penetrating his tip into you as you clenched around his dick tightly as a response. “Yes, that’s so fucking hot. Do it again.” Haz breathed and placed his hands firmly on the inside of your thighs as he thrusts more into you, being in sync with Tom’s thrusts in your mouth. “You’re such a doll, aren’t you?”

You choked at Tom’s immense cock as he kept hitting the back of your throat, gagging ever thrust he gave and at the same time clenching around Haz’s hard dick. By now you were ultimately fatigued already as the two boys who were forcefully using you, but you could feel Tom practically on the verge of his climax as his dick was twitching in your mouth. “Fuck I’m going to come.” Tom moaned out, throwing his head back in delight as he bucked his hips rapidly as his body was dripping sweat already.

As Haz was sloppily thrusting into you, admiring the way your perky boobs bounced and your nipples harden, he was also near his climax. “Argh, I’m so fucking close.” He groaned, planting his hand on one of your breasts and delightfully squeezing it and pinching the nipple rigidly. “God your boobs are so fucking perfect, you’re a fucking goddess.”

Tom then pulled his erection out of your worn out jaw as he pumped himself and positioned it onto your face, he targeted your mouth as he continued jacked himself off. You saw his white fluids spurting out of his tip as you widely opened your mouth trying to catch the white warm substance. His cum eventually filled your mouth, though you did not catch all of it as few droplets of his cum streamed down from your neck and cheek. Then you delightfully swallowed it all as Tom breathed out, “Such a good girl.”

However Haz was also at the verge of his orgasm. You looked down at him as he sloppily thrusting into your asshole whilst whimpering out swear words under his breath. “Cum on Y/N’s body now.” Tom directed as Haz pulled his dick out, your hole clenching around once more. And as Haz followed Tom’s orders, he too jacked himself off as he positioned himself trying to target your body.

Within a few pumps Haz was already oozing out his come. He pumped himself more as white fluids began spurting out from his tip and dropping onto your boobs, this happened for a long minute as he finally emptied himself. By now your whole boy was covered with fluids, the cum that was on your breasts were now dripping down to your stomach. “You are so fucking hot.” Haz stated, trying to regain his normal breathing back. “She’s still mine, Harrison.” Tom articulated, crossing his arms and looking sternly at his best friend.

You were so fatigued that all you wanted to do was lay down but of course you were a mess. So you decided to stand up and head towards the bathroom that was inside the room already, “Go fight all you want all night, I’m going to take a shower.” You breathed, as you unlocked the door and proceeded to go in. “Can I go too?!” Both Haz and Tom perked in a unison. “Come on! Round two in the shower, please?” Haz pleaded.

“I’m up for that!” Tom agreed and high-five Haz as both looked back onto you. “You guys seriously aren’t tired? I’m already exhausted.” You retorted, trying to resist the two naked men that were pleading in front of you.

“Please Y/N? For my birthday?” Haz pouted as you began having a harder time on deciding. But finally you gave in, “Fine.” You sighed in defeat, “But if I slip or bump my head on the walls you guys are paying for my insurance.”

Yesss~ I hope you like it, cutie 💖💖🐱

BTS Reaction | Begging them to choke you during sex

Seokjin

Trails of soft kisses were left down your jawline and neck, hips fluidly rolling against your own while Seokjin hit your deepest spots. Your arms flew around his neck, pulling him even closer to you, if possible. He looked completely sinful ー his hair messy, forehead damp with perspiration while his hot breath fanned against your collarbone. Between your uneven moans, you whispered your request. Jin came to a slow halt of his thrusts, and looked at you rather skeptically. He was afraid that you’ve got a little carried away because of the heat of the moment, but after you reassured him lovingly that it’s something you’ve been wanting to try for a while, he gave you a smile while rolling his eyes playfully. He planted a soft kiss against your lips and told you that when it starts to hurt too much, you must tell him to stop.

Jin started to move his hips again as his hands stroked your stomach, then went up to your chest, carefully landing on your throat. You placed your hand on his wrist reassuringly, beginning to feel the pressure making its effect while your pleasure doubled.

“God, babygirl, you look so hot with my hands around your neck..”, he huffed as he pressed further, earning a naughty smile from you.

Yoongi

Yoongi was taking you from behind. You felt every hard thrust he made around your pulsing nerves, his hands gripping tightly on your hips, promising more bruises for the next days. You couldn’t help but trace your hand above his, placing it softly and giving him a loving glance. He licked his lips as he made eye contact with you and his thrusts became harder and deeper inside your wet core. You couldn’t hold your uneven moans from spilling and with your free hand you held yourself from falling on the headboard. Your request for him to choke you left your lips unconsciously as your head was clouded with pleasure. Yoongi hissed at the thought and chuckled quietly at your naughtiness, making you sweat a little more.

He suddenly pulled your hair roughly for better access and crept his hand from your chest up to your throat, gripping rather tightly. You couldn’t help but moan in anticipation, your voice vibrating in your throat as Yoongi picked up his pace. His fingertips carved into your sensitive skin, while his grip began to tighten, blocking your respiration. With his deep thrusts and pressure on your throat, you felt your climax getting nearer and nearer.

“Shit, such a naughty girl you are..”, he mumbled against your shoulder, holding you close to his sweaty body.

Hoseok

His lips were pressed against yours, moving passionately as he held your thighs apart to hit your deepest spots. Your hands wandered to his waist, making him move faster and harder against you. He placed a hand at the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he started to pound a little faster, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. Slowly, you placed your own hand over his larger one, guiding it lower until it reached your neck, dampened with sweat. Hoseok got the hint, but hesitated a little bit at first, wanting to make sure if you really want to initiate this act, since he was a little afraid of hurting you. But when you told him that you are 100% sure and that you trust him entirely, he placed a loving kiss on your neck, his thrusts into you never slowing.

You felt his warm hands wander from your jawline, down to your neck again, slowly starting to grip on it. Hoseok’s moves began picking up pace, leaving you shuddering slightly under him. The sloppy sound of skin on skin began echoing the room, along with your choked moans and pants.

“Fuck, Y/N.. I don’t think I can last any longer..”, Hoseok grunted from above you, as you gripped his wrists, pushing him a little deeper on your burning throat and adding more pleasure to the both of you.

Namjoon

You felt Namjoon’s hard cock stretching out your walls with every motion he’d make. He went roughly in and out of you as you held yourself steady on his shoulders. Your moans were music to his ears everytime he hit that sweet spot of yours. His expression was entirely messed up, eyebrows scrunched together as he bit his lip. It was a great view, you could say. And you couldn’t help your naughty hands to grip for him and pull him closer to you. After you managed to choke out a breathy ‘choke me, daddy’, he grunted and smirked lightly in response, seeming to like your request, and the way you asked for it. His hands greedily traveled up your chest, arriving at your throat and, without warning, he began adding pressure.

You gripped his wrists tightly, wanting to double the pleasure. Parting your thighs even more for him to thrust deeper, you let out choked breaths and moans. His fingernails began sinking into your sensitive flesh, mixing it all with a little pain. But you wouldn’t mind. You enjoyed this moment entirely.

“Let me hear you, babygirl..”, Namjoon teased and gripped a little harder on your vibrating throat. You couldn’t help but choke out several high-pitched moans.

Jimin

You felt Jimin’s warmth radiate as you shuddered under him with pleasure. His cock smoothly sliding in and out of you, as he intertwined your fingers with his. It felt heavenly, but tonight, you wanted to spice things up a bit. Jimin pressed his sticky forehead against yours, whispering your name repeatedly, moving to leave some hickeys down your neck afterwards. You took this chance and suddenly called his name, breathlessly asking for him to choke you. It was quite sudden, indeed. He began slowing down his motions, as he eyed you carefully, seeing that you were very serious about this, since you began saying it repeatedly. He carefully told you that he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, even though he couldn’t hold back the naughty grin that crept up his gorgeous face. You reassured him with a soft kiss that everything is just fine, and that you wanted to try it this once.

You earned a shy smile from him, as he unlaced his fingers from yours. His hands were making their way up to your collarbone, caressing it gently. He then seductively made his way directly to your throat, as his movements began picking up again. Jimin gently encircled his hands securely around your neck, pressuring it further. You couldn’t help but get goosebumps at the mixture.

“You’re so naughty, princess, I can’t believe you..”, he smiled teasingly as he moved hard against your hips, making you choke out a high-pitched moan.

Taehyung

Your legs were swung around Taehyung’s hips, as they rolled languidly against yours. He was a sweaty mess above you while he held your thighs apart, wanting to reach your deepest spots. His grip was tight, moving to your hips to pull you even closer to him. Loud grunts and pants left his lips, combined with your mewls of pleasure. Your hands cupped his own, moving them to your throat. As you told him to choke you, barely audible because of your sounds of pleasure, he gave you a surprised look, wondering if you were serious right then. His motions came to a slow halt as he mouthed a breathless ‘are you crazy?’, to which you shook your head and huffed. You began moving your hips against his, recreating the previous friction, and guided his palms to your throat. You could see Tae was a little unsure, but when you pressed his sweaty hands against your neck, all his insecurities vanished away and a new layer of lust made its way into his pupils.

Taehyung was gentle, he let himself guided by you and added pressure everytime you moved his hands further. You watched his fucked up expression as he licked his lips every now and then. He knew that he might have discovered a new kink now.

“Y/N.. Y/N.. God, you look so good like this”, he breathed and smirked as he listened to your choked out moans everytime he’d thrust deep into you.

Jeongguk

You were on top of Jeongguk, holding yourself steady on his sculpted chest as he pounded deep into you from underneath. His face was partly hidden beneath the soft cushions, but you could still manage to see his flustered face, sweat dripping from his temples. You slowly traced your fingers over the veins on his arms, gripping his wrists. He eyed you cautiously from between the coverings as you guided his hands from your tummy, up to your breasts when he started groping softly on them. You left out a quiet mewl and drew his hands more in the upper area, arriving at the crook of your neck. Kookie bit his lip and grunted as he started to move his hips faster. You breathed out your wish about him choking you, and you felt him shift beneath you.

After giving Jeongguk a reassuring smile, telling him that you’re entirely sure about this, he slipped from underneath you, pinning you to the bed. His hands instantly flew around your neck as his hips picked up pace again, thrusting deep into you. You felt your whole body overcoming with pleasure and choked moans erupted from your lips. Kookie’s biceps strained everytime he pounded into you, since he added more and more pressure to your throat, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“Such a kinky slut you are, Y/N..”, he muttered as he studied your fucked up state and slid his hard cock in and out of you, feeling your walls slowly clenching around him.

A very kinky request from a very kinky person 😉💖 Love you, boo ~ Also, I kindly apologise for any mistakes, misinterpretations and/or OOCness. Love you all!!💞🏹 • Min-Seo

anonymous asked:

Mini prompt if ur taking any: high school /college au! Steve is in art class and he just opened a cupboard to find a tiny tony squished inside who just looked at him and said “shh i’m hiding. I may or may not have blown up the chem labs”

For the record, Steve had only wanted to finish his project.


It had been a long week. He was tired. It was cold. Bucky and Natasha had just gotten (back) together, which meant every night for the past 8 days had been….loud. To sum it all up, he was in a pretty piss-poor mood.

So when Steve heard a dull thud from the supply cupboard, paired with a muffled yell of ‘fuck, paint, fuck, everywhere, son of a whore-”, Steve figured his bad week was just about to get worse. 


Fucking horny teens. Sex in the store cupboard, really? Steve needed to use that, dammit.


Shutting his eyes and letting his head fall against the desk for a moment, he briefly contemplated his life and whether or not he really needed to stay in college, before standing upright. He’d just go in there and tell them to fuck off. Maybe make them pay for whatever damn paint they sounded like they’d spilled all over themselves. That would be fun.

There was another dull crash, and then what sounded like paintbrushes clattering to the floor as the cursing continued. Steve huffed irritably, marching forward. He was pretty much the sole user of the tiny studio, and so he usually ended up purchasing and ordering that stock cupboard all on his own. And now there was someone fucking in there-

“My eyes are shut, so you better put your dick away in the next five seconds and look really goddamn sorry by the time I’ve opened them again, or I’m gonna be so pissed,” he declared, yanking open the door whilst his spare hand covered his eyes.

There was a short silence, and then “Uh, do people usually get their dicks out in this paint cabinet? Is this some sort of exhibitionist trend I’m missing out on?”

Steve frowned, peeking through a crack in his fingers, just for a second. The frown deepened when he saw no-one, but as he glanced downward, he spotted a guy, crouched on his haunches. He was the only person there, and his dick was very much covered.

Steve pulled his hand away, staring. He looked like he was in the process of picking up a stack of paintbrushes from the floor, and he was covered in…glitter? And green paint?

“Yes, I know, I am a disaster,” the boy muttered, running a hand through his green hair, “in my defence, the stocking system in this cupboard is very unreliable.”

“Hey,” Steve folded his arms, offended, “This a perfectly stacked cupboard. It’s a good system.”

“There was no room for my elbows to navigate without spillage of the paints! They should obviously be on the bottom shelf.”

“It’s not catered to short people,” Steve snapped, “it doesn’t bump against my elbows.”

There was another silence, and then an offended huff. “I’m not short. I’m above average, actually.”

“Why are you even here?” Steve asked incredulously, looking at him hard. He didn’t recognise the guy- and it was with a little jolt somewhere just under his stomach that he realised he definitely would have remembered a face like that if he’d seen it around. “You’re not- you’re not an art student.”

“No, but the arts block is like, the furthest away from the labs on the other side of campus, and so it may stand a chance of being just out of reach of Fury’s senses. I hope,” he explained with a wave of his hand, like that made things any clearer, “anyway- amusing as it was to hear, may I ask why the first thing you said to me was an order for me to put my dick away?”

Steve made a little noise in the back of his throat, blushing. “You think this is the first time I’ve caught people getting handsy in my cupboard?”

“Ooh, your cupboard, is it?” The boy grinned, leaning a shoulder against one of the shelves. How he managed to make that look flirtatious, whilst covered in green paint and purple sparkles, was rather a mystery to Steve. “Didn’t know people could claim store cupboards now.”

“I pay for all the stuff in here and stock it myself-” he shot a glare at the boy, who just looked a little sheepish, “so yeah, I’d say it was mine. And you- you just come in here and mess it all up and get paint everywhere, and I’m not-”

They both stopped when they heard the banging of doors being flung open down the corridor, and Steve watched as the boy’s eyes widened. “Uh oh,” he said ominously, “okay, cupboard monitor, shut the door and pretend you never saw a thing.”

Steve paused, looking incredulous. “What? What are you even- I have no idea what is even happening-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” the boy rolled his eyes as he whispered, and then before Steve could even finish, hands were grabbing at his collar and tugging him into the darkness of the cramped cupboard. He swore in surprise, feeling the boy lean over him and shut the door behind them with a quiet click. “You’re really terrible at reacting quickly, aren’t you?” He whispered.

Steve opened his mouth, and was surprised to find a hand immediately cover it. It was stupidly cramped in there for two people, and so Steve felt the boy, right up against him. “Pretty pretty please just be quiet, for like, 6 seconds.”

Steve, completely baffled by that point, just nodded. The hand was still over his mouth.

They both listened as the footsteps got louder, and then another nearer bang as the door to Steve’s studio was flung open.

The boy bit his lip and winced, fingers curling tighter into Steve’s jacket for a second. Steve just stood there, wide-eyed, wondering who the fuck appeared to be hunting for the person in front of him.

“Goddamn it, Stark, you can’t run forever,” came a gruff growl, and then they heard the door shut with a slam and footsteps fade down the corridor.

The boy- Stark- breathed out, and drew his hand away from Steve’s mouth. “Phew, that was close,” he said quietly, giving Steve an absent pat on the cheek, “well done for not giving us both away immediately, by the way.”

“I can react quickly,” Steve burst out defensively, “I can. You just- caught me off guard.”

Stark raised an eyebrow. He was very close in the cupboard- Steve could only see the vague outlines of his face in the darkness, but the initial image he’d seen upon throwing open the door had been somewhat burned into his mind, so it was easy to image what he looked like. “Sure you can, cupcake.”

Steve watched him, frown creasing his forehead. Stark didn’t seem unduly scared, and when Steve had seen him, he didn’t look all that injured. But that didn’t exactly explain why there appeared to be someone doing their best to hunt him down. 

“Do you need help?” He asked in the end, cocking his head a little, “Do you- if someone’s after you, I can make them go away. Not like- not in the murdery sort of way, but- uh- I mean, if someone’s threatening you or something, me and my friends are good at- that. ‘That’ being making them fuck off, obviously, not the threatening stuff, why would you want me to threaten you too, that would be dumb-”

He broke away when he heard s soft tinker of laughter underneath his chin. It was a nice laugh. Very melodic. “You’d do that for a guy who just broke into your store cupboard and held you hostage there?”

“I’d do that for anyone who needed it,” Steve said, shrugging, “I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of it, that’s all.”

He felt Stark’s eyes scour up and down his body, then, and guessed the face he was wearing looked pretty disbelieving, so he he added “I didn’t always used to be so…”

“Tall?” Stark said helpfully, and Steve nodded. “Yeah. Tall.”

Stark grinned, and Steve saw the white of his teeth. “Well, I’d really love for you to knock on Dean Fury’s door and punch him out, but I feel like that would be asking too much of someone I only met two minutes ago. Also the manhunt is, perhaps, ever so slightly justified.”

Steve opened his mouth, and then shut it with a clack. He cocked his head, looking down at Stark and re-folding his arms. “Why the fuck is Dean Fury hunting you down?”

Stark looked a little guilty, feet shuffling on the floor. “Uh. Well. You see- there was a very very slight incident with some flammable chemicals and an unsuspecting laboratory a few hours ago. No one was harmed, except Bruce’s pizza, so I guess I’m also hiding from him too. But- hmm, how do I put this- the lab has sadly reached its untimely demise?” he finished with a nod.

Steve paused. “So you blew up a lab,” he said eventually.

“I’m going to get them a new one, obviously.”

Steve wondered how much an entirely new lab would cost. “Obviously,” he repeated dryly, “and you’re going to buy me some new paint. And then tell me how excellent my stacking skills are.”

Stark smiled again. “Darling, I may be an arsonist, but I’m no liar.”

Steve huffed, shaking his head. He realised absently, that they were both still pressed together in the darkness of the store cupboard. And just like that, suddenly all the horny teens who fucked in broom closets didn’t seem quite so stupid after all. In fact, Steve thought they were onto something. That was- yeah, he could certainly consider that, in the future. Or now. Whatever.

“I,” Steve declared, hand jumping to the door handle and twisting it hastily, because they were definitely not the kind of thoughts he should be having about a total stranger, “am too tired for this.”

Stark raised his eyebrows and blinked as light flooded into the room. Steve remembered the paint when the guy’s hair pretty much assaulted him with colour. “And you should probably shower,” he added.

Stark looked upward, fingers playing with some neon strands and then letting the paint drip on his fingers. There was a second in which he just stared at it, and then the fingers jerked forward and pressed into his cheek, smearing green across his face. 

Steve yelped in surprise. “Hey!” 

“Now you need a shower too,” Stark shrugged, swaying forward on his feet and grinning up at Steve, “how about we save water and share one?”

Steve sputtered. Stark just looked at him with a little smirk on his face and a light in his eye. “I-” God, that offer sounded good right now, “I actually have a project that I- I can’t afford to put it off any longer.” He sighed, waving a hand over to the half drawn sketch covering his canvas and steadfastly refusing to turn and face it, lest he be bombarded with the physical representation of all the crushing pressure he was currently doing his best not to think about.

Stark peered over his shoulder, leaning in again as he did so. Steve could smell paint and coffee. “How long is it going to take, do you think?” He asked curiously.

Steve shrugged. “Too fucking long, that’s for sure.”

Stark looked as if he was debating his options. His eyes flickered over to the door, but then landed back on Steve. “Well,” he pulled a face, “it’s not like I’m gonna be doing much other than being yelled at once I leave, so I might as well stay and keep you company.” A pause, and then “That’s- that’s alright, right? You’re not secretly screaming at me to leave you alone in your head right now?”

Steve chuckled. “No screaming. You- I’d like you to stay, You seem like you have excess energy. I could use some of that right now.”

“What, you just gonna absorb the energy via osmosis?” Stark jumped backward onto one of the desks and swung his legs, leaning forward and grinning up at Steve. He really was beautiful- if a little green.

An usual burst of bravery overcoming him, Steve leaned down and took Stark’s face in his hands, kissing him softly. Underneath him, he heard a little noise fall from the other boy’s mouth, but he caught on quickly, hands going around Steve’s waist and pulling him in close.

Steve pulled away, placing an extra peck on his lips for good luck. “There,” he said with a smile, “I’m feeling more energised already.”

Between his hands, he felt the smile as Stark laughed. “Wow- smooth talking, handsome, it’s a wonder you’ve not been snatched up already,” he mused through his little bursts of laughter.

“My name’s Steve,” he stroked a thumb over the cheekbone that was covered in a patch of glitter. He stopped for a moment, and then shrugged. “Although sugar’s fine too.”

Another laugh. Steve was fast beginning to develop a bit of an addiction to that laugh. He wanted to hear it more, far more. “I’m Tony,” was the response he got, “Tony Stark.”

“Do you usually set off explosions and then run from the consequences of said explosions, Tony Stark?” Steve murmured, tilting his head and letting his hands slip around the back of Tony’s neck.

Tony’s fingers grasped at Steve’s shirt and pulled him down for another kiss. “Wanna find out?” he breathed when they broke away for a second, and Steve did, apparently- very much so, if the hands that curled into Tony’s hair and the mouth that worked open Tony’s own was anything to go by.

“Mmf,” Steve said, in a mixture between a moan of pleasure and irritation, “you’re getting paint all over me and I really, really need to- hmmm, God- work. This is very distracting,” he muttered, making no efforts to break away as he leaned forward and curled his hands under Tony’s thighs, pulling him as close as he’d get before falling off the edge of the desk entirely.

Tony giggled. Fuck, Steve had known him for five minutes, why was that laugh making him feel so stupid and pleased for- “I’l pay off your professor and make them give you an A,” he said seriously, peppering kisses across Steve’s throat, and fuck, okay, yeah, Steve was… the project wasn’t going to get finished tonight, not now Tony had come in and seduced him with his stupid painted green hair and ripped jeans and mouth, goddamn it, Steve was only human.

He’d just finish the project tomorrow. Yeah. He’d have time.

“They won’t ever think to search for you in the apartment of some random art major,” Steve breathed, and Tony made approving noises underneath him, “I’d just like to say, though, that I deny all plausible accountability if you get caught.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony pulled on his earlobe with his teeth, and Steve felt his breath hitch and his eyes roll, whoops, yeah, he’d probably not be able to finish the fucking project for days after this- too distracted by the goddamn memory, stupid Tony, “cruel words- throwing me to the wolves so easily? After all we’ve been through?”

“I met you five minutes ago.”

Tony waved a hand, “and we’ve bonded irredeemably. No going back now, Steve, if I go down, you’re coming with me.”

Steve smiled, curling his hand around Tony’s jaw again. “You know what, I don’t think I’d mind that all too much,” he admitted, before making a face, “although I could do without the green paint and glitter.”

“You’re just not imaginative enough,” Tony rolled his eyes and leaned back, “how far away is your place?”

“Depends how legally we get there.”

“I’m already a fugitive- might as well go all out,” Tony slid his hand into Steve’s pocket and squeezed, and Steve barely resisted the urge to just lean over him and get his pants of right there on the fucking desk, God, there was paint everywhere, why was this not horribly gross?

“Two minutes, then,” Steve answered, searching blindly for Tony’s hand and then locking their fingers together, “come on.”

Tony jumped off the desk enthusiastically, and Steve tugged them out the door, both of them giggling like five-year-olds as they ran through the corridors and hid from any professors that might be out for Tony. Which happened to be all of them. 

“They’re all under Fury’s web of control,” Tony whispered conspiratorially into Steve’s ear, a hand curled around his shoulder as he peered around the corner and watched a professor wander innocently over to the water cooler, “look at him. Look at that plotting face. They’re all out for me, Steve, all of them.”

Steve just rolled his eyes and pulled Tony out the door. After some heavy making out against the wall (Tony said it was because physical affection made people uncomfortable and so wouldn’t look at them, but Steve just thought he was a handsy bastard. Not that he was complaining, mind.) and a brief detour to the nearest corner store to buy cereal, Steve finally got them both back to his apartment.

Bucky looked up as he walked in with Tony, and his eyebrows shot up. Tony winked. Steve just looked smug and gave him a salute, before pushing Tony into his room.


Time to show him how it felt to be on the other end of those thin walls.

Growing Pains

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to start writing again. This will be a three-part series as of right now so I hope you enjoy the first installment. 

A special shout out to @hcrrystvles for editing this, I love you bb.

dad!harry + teacher!harry

warnings: mentions death, nostalgia, fluff. loads of fluff.

word count: 3,648

summary: the one where Harry’s a school teacher who finds himself teaching the daughter of his first love


Every day that students walked into room 202, they were instantly greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon buns and vanilla (an air freshener Harry always kept plugged into the wall when he first started working there because it smelt too much like wood). Fairy lights hung above the perimeter of the room, pictures students have drawn covered the wall behind the metallic desk which was covered in magnets. The whole classroom just felt warm. Stepping into Mr. Styles’ year 3 classroom felt like a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in years. It was a safe space for both little ones and teachers alike, no one ever left the room without a bright smile on their face. That was Harry’s specialty.

Harry had taken his job as a teacher very seriously as he took it upon himself to teach the younger generations the most valuable lessons. Not multiplication and cursive writing like the other teachers would say, but things like positivity, acceptance, and kindness. Harry took pride in knowing that when each and every one of his students left his classroom at the end of the year, they carried his teachings with them for the rest of their lives.

Tonight was back to school night and Harry felt himself getting a little nervous as he looked at the time. Parents could be brutal and all he wanted was to be on their good side. He had a feeling this year was about to be little easier though. This year the parents of his students were most likely his age and it brought a strange sense of comfort to him. He could tell because the kids were a lot more open minded and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had a few favorites. Like Harper. The little girl made him feel nostalgic in the strangest way. Maybe it was because she was quite witty for a 7-year-old or that she had an interest in joining his after school choir, but it was something else about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

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Beautiful War

Part 1:

For all his years at camp halfblood keith had never questioned why lance wore a mask.

Of course when he first showed up he found it a little strange seeing a guy around his age wandering around the camp with a silver mask in a permanent  blank expression. But considering he had been given a ride on the back of a flaming lion he really didn’t question it at the time just putting it down as more weird Gods stuff.

Even after being claimed as a son of Ares and being at the camp for nearly three years now, keith still hadn’t seen Lance’s face.

Not even during meal times would he remove it, instead he would sit on the hermes table amongst the unclaimed kids with his hood up and mask on.

If Hunk hadn’t of told him over wise Keith would of assumed Lance didn’t actually eat at all.

Hunk was one of the few people he had seen Lance talk to, he would hang around the son of Hephaestus and chatter away for hours in the forg.

It was with Hunk that Keith actually heard the guy laugh and he was sure his heart stopped from the sound.

The entire forge fell silent and watched the masked boy laugh and laugh, unable to tear their attention away until the heavenly sound ended.

That was also the day that Keith began to question the mask.


“I tried asking him once when i was stuck in the infirmary after i broke my arm on the climbing wall.” Hunk explained as lance slept a little away from them.

The three of them had been sent on a quest to retrieve the stolen head of medusa from a demigod named Lotor who was supposedly the son of Hades.

They had spent days walking through the woods, following the celestial bronze tracker Hunk had created to find the head.

Lance had pretty much dropped from exhaustion and the other two followed quickly behind him. Though while Lance had fallen asleep straight away Hunk had prepared something to eat for himself and Keith.

That was when the subject of Lance’s mask came up.

“He said he got hurt before coming to camp and was told to always cover his face by his mom.”

“Why would his mom tell him to cover his face? I mean there’s plenty of kids with scars at camp.” Keith questioned.

“Dunno, but when a Goddess tells you to do something it’s usually a good idea to do as you’re told.” Hunk shrugged.

Keith’s expression morphed into one of confusion “i thought Lance was unclaimed.”

Hunk slowly shook his head “Nah he was claimed right before he came to camp, told us all as much but refused to tell anyone who his mom is. You can imagine everyone was suspicious, Alfor almost turned him away thinking he was some kind of monster in . But Coran stood up for him, taking full responsibility for watching him and well he’s been there ever since.”

Keith was quiet for a moment looking over Lance’s sleeping form…

Why would he hide who his mom is? Maybe it’s some minor goddess of something embarrassing like sewage and didn’t want anyone to know?

Keith was so deep in thought he didn’t realise they were being watched until a tall figure with long white hair walked out of the shadows with an army of skeletons behind him.

Before Keith could grab his sword or hunk his Axe, Lotor had picked up Lance by the throat and was holding a knife by his gut.

“One wrong move and i spill his gu- whys he wearing a mask?” Lotro asked looking from his captives to Lance.

He waved a hand over it and a smirk spread across his face “oh very clever little demigods, you’ve got yourself a mist mask. No mortals would question you wearing this little thing.” He chuckled.

It was a cold laugh that sent a cold sweat running down keith’s back. Lance was still fast asleep and completely vulnerable.

Then again so were they, the skellington’s had them surrounded and even if they didn’t then it wasn’t like they could fight a pile of bones, what in hell was he even meant to stab?

“Though i don’t understand why it appears so plain to me…? Lotor mumbled as he removed the mask.

Lotor dropped both mask and boy to the ground.

Hunk gasped and Keith froze as they saw it.

Lance’s face.

Keith had always imagined Lance’s face to be a gnarled and twisted ugly face with a hooked nose and crooked teeth.

However the face looking at them was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

It was like an Godly light shone from his features causing his heart to twist painfully in his chest from the intense longing that just looking at him caused.

Keith was so mesmerised that he almost didn’t notice the long burn scar that covered the side of his face covering the left corner of his forehead and his cheek.

That one flaw was the only thing keeping both Keith and Hunk from weeping at his beauty.

Not Lotor however.

Lance made a small groaning nose as he woke up looking around only to jump in surprise at the sight of Lotor standing over him.

Lance scrambled back as Lotor crouched down to touch his face.

It was then that Lance realised his mask was gone and really began to panic. “DON’T LOOK!” he screamed covering his face.

And with that the trance was broken and they could think again.

“W-what happened?” Keith stuttered feeling as though he had just woken up from a long sleep.

“Lance!” Hunk called as Lotor threw his coat over him and had skellington’s hold him high  their heads.

“Change of plans, you can have the head of Medusa. It’s in a cave east of here. I’ve got a much greater prize.” Lotor smirked as he gestured for a skellington to come closer “Tell the boss that i shall be returning with the child of Mesperyian.”

“No! STOP!” Keith yelled running forwards trying to grab them only to have his fingers fall through the shadows and he tumbled to the ground.

“I don’t understand…” Hunk sobbed terrified for his best friend “Lance can’t be her son… he just can’t be!”

Keith looked over his shoulder at him, fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood “Who is Mesperyian.”

anonymous asked:

I have a theory about Rincewind. We all know that Esk is the female Wizard but narritive convention would dictate that she have a counterpart. What if the reason Rincewind isn't good at wizard magic is because he's more suited to witchcraft then wizardry? Has anyone talked about this before? I want fanfiction of this...

“I can’t be having with this,” Granny said, each word sharpened to points and enunciated with the accuracy of a champion knife-thrower outlining an unlucky target. Her glare was focused like a laser. It looked as though it could shatter rocks and burn cities to the ground. It was only slightly undercut by the enormous array of novelty candles that adorned Nanny Ogg’s mantelpiece.
Rincewind, the unfortunate soul in her cross-hairs, shrank a little deeper into his armchair. He rather felt he couldn’t be having with this either, and tried to say so, but the old woman’s look seemed to have fused his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

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A Cuddle with A Catch

Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader sneaks into sirius’s dorm at night to cuddle and then things get a little smutty ;)”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Smut

On the aching points of your toes, every shadow brought a pang of anxiety as you passed each corner. Now would have been an opportune time to utilise the new fancy map Sirius had been boasting about creating, but it was safely hidden in the spot you were headed to: the Marauders’ dorm room.

Since it was too risky to cast a Lumos spell, your stumbled aimlessly in the dark, bumping into paintings in the hallways with confused voices coming from the stirring portraits. Finally, after getting lost about three times down the wrong corridors, you found the Gryffindor common room. Hushing the password to the Lady in the painting, she sleepily accepted your demand, swinging open with a snore. Once inside, your feet patted lightly on the cobblestone stairs, up to the rooms. Counting the doors on the right side of the hallway, since you were afraid you’d accidentally open the wrong one, you came to be in front of the seventh door down.

Taking the handle silently in your hand, you cringed at the way the latches squeaked, hoping that it wouldn’t wake any of the sleeping boys. Tiptoeing in, you shut it behind you as slowly as you could manage. Releasing a relieved sigh, you walked over to the bed by the window, the moonlight flooding onto your boyfriend’s face like he was a sleeping prince.

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Say It (1/8)

Say It - Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 6,594 (I have a problem, lol)

Request: “Could you write buckyxreader where the reader has a speech impediment.”

Warning: Angst, descriptions of blood 

A/N: This was a request by @gondorgirl01 a very very very long time ago, but I never got around to writing it before now. I’m apologizing though, I promised you fluff, but the angst wrote itself. Haha. I wanted to post this on your birthday, but I was like, “nope, not gonna angst her this hard on her b-day, that’s just plain rude”. I love you girl, and I promise to make up for this angst with some fluff for you at some other point! hehe. Love you! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


You didn’t know what it was about Bucky that drew you to him.

All you knew was that the pull you had towards him was like a magnet to steel.

Every time he would enter the room, every time he would speak, every time he would smile, the pull became stronger and stronger.

Your mother told you it was because girls were born with an instinct to fix what was broken, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You didn’t want to fix Bucky because it wasn’t your job to fix him. He was broken, yes, but no one but himself could fix that. It was a battle he had to fight on his own.

But you wanted to help. You wanted to be there for Bucky, to support him in his journey to recovery.  

That was all you really wanted to do, but you didn’t know how. Bucky spoke to all the Avengers, he was kind, he did his very best to show the Avengers the gratitude he felt, and you wanted to talk to him as well. You wanted to assure him that all the Avengers including yourself were happy to have him here, were happy to help him, were happy to be part of his life. You wanted to tell him that so badly, but you couldn’t. And that was probably the hardest fact for you to swallow each and every day when you saw him. A million words you wanted to say, but the only thing you could do was smile bright his way and hope he understood why you were the only one who couldn’t say a word to him.

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Chapter Notes: Bringin’ on the fluff at last! Please note this is not the last part, there will be one more after this. :) 

CW: self-deprecating thoughts, self-deprecating speech, cursing, near-panic

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  

When Virgil came to, he was lying on his back on the couch, and the others were leaning over him, peering down at him anxiously. 

He stiffened, startled, and in the scant seconds before memory returned, half a dozen panicked thoughts raced through his head: what do they want what did I do why are they here what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s happening what’s wrong? 

Then it came back in a mortifying rush, and he realized what had happened: he’d fainted. He’d actually fucking fainted. Right after–right after admitting–

“Oh, God,” Virgil groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face. 

“Virgil. You’re awake,” Logan said, and there was no mistaking the relief in his voice.

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Cheerleader! Kang Daniel

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A/N: Dedicating this to my Daniel mutuals (I’m pretty sure there are more but im so sleep depreived atm T^T i hope u guys like it & thank u for blessing my db with any Daniel’s content) @danielsoftgf@wanna-17, @kanggdaniell 
Warning: slightly sexual at the end but it doesn’t go beyond PG-13; 
sports! au (2/11)

“You should be kissed, often and by someone who knows how.”

  • Daniel was tricked into joining cheer tryouts in the first place
  • He was supposed to join the uni college football team where his best friend, Sungwoo, was the captain
  • Sungwoo lied to Daniel about the football tryouts and gave him time for the cheer tryouts instead
  • The university coed cheer team is one the best coed team in the country
  • However, the requirements to get in is very very high
  • Daniel was sort of confused when the tryouts were held in the gym instead of the field
  • He was then asked to dance as part of the audition
  • He was like ???? since when did footballers ever need to dance
  • But he did it anyways
  • Since he did b-boy, he just danced to one of his routines he practiced earlier
  • After that, he was required to lift a girl and toss her into the air
  • He assumed that the boys and girls team trained together
  • And that he was assessed if he was strong enough to tackle people by carrying others
  • The captain of the team and the coach was thoroughly impressed with Daniel’s performance
  • Not only was he strong, he picked things up really quickly
  • The next day, he found out it was cheer tryouts when the results of who made it into team was posted on the bulletin board
  • Sungwoo was confused, to say the least when he saw the list
  • He purposely gave Daniel the wrong date cause his best friend literally switched his toothpaste to shaving cream
  • Which was freaking unpleasant when he brushed his teeth that morning
  • He was going to make fun of Daniel for going to the wrong tryouts
  • but he somehow made it ???
  • Daniel ultimately decided to just join the coed cheer team since they offered a 50% sports scholarship compared to the 25% the football team offered
  • Plus he gets to be surrounded by some of the hottest girls in school
  • But since he is the youngest in the team, the girls baby him by buying him gummy bears and giving him the biggest slice of pizza
  • Also because the cheerleaders host some of wildest party on the campus
  • & who doesn’t love a good party???
  • He actually makes a very good cheerleader
  • Cause he is super strong and can easily lift anyone up
  • Some of the boys even make him try to fly them
  • Which he does with no sweat and everyone is like wtf do you even eat??
  • He trains shirtless and while most of them are used to it
  • People who walk past tend to have nosebleed from his toned body
  • With his dancing background, he easily picks up all the dances
  • Flips are like the easiest thing in the routinee to him
  • Likes to show off to Sungwoo what’s he missing by doing a double backflip on the field when the footballers are training lmao
  • So you actually met Daniel at the national cheerleading competition
  • At the convenience store in the mall where the competition was held to be exact
  • There was only one can of peach tea left
  • He was going to fight for it but he nearly dropped the can when he saw you cause you were probably the most attractive girl he had ever laid his eyes on
  • He gave in and was going to ask for your name
  • But his phone rung indicating that his team was calling for him
  • He had no choice but to leave you
  • You held the can in your hand and you sort of regret not making the first boy cause that boy was totally your type
  • You had a hoodie on at first so he had thought you were a spectator but turns out you were in the rival team
  • You were a flyer and your team had always been second place to Daniel’s school first
  • But this time you were determined to snatch it back from them
  • During your team’s routine, you actually winked towards him which made him stumble
  • In the end, your team had won the nationals
  • You could see Daniel was sad but you weren’t going to waste your opportunity so you still went to him and introduce yourself
  • You also gave him the peach tea which you luckily haven’t drank
  • He looked playfully at you and blamed you for winking at him which caused him to lose focus
  • You were just like ‘why don’t you blame yourself for being affected’
  • He put his heart on his chest as if he was hurt but it quickly changed to a smirk
  • “I’m hurt but you can give me your number to make me feel better." 
  • You were going to punch your digits into his phone when one of the boys from your team pulled you over for the group photo
  • However, after the group photo lead to an interview with a magazine & a tv station
  • When you were done, Daniel was nowhere to be found
  • You were pretty much crestfallen but in the end, he wasn’t anyone important to you but just a guy whom you found really cute
  • You pretty much forgot about Daniel’s existence as you continued to train and focus on your studies
  • Weeks later
  • You received a message from your high school best friends who asked if you were free to attend a party that was hosted by some of their uni friends
  • You agreed to go that you didn’t have much to do in the evening anyway
  • After having some drinks and a game of beer pong
  • Your friends pulled you over where a group were playing '7 minutes in heaven’
  • You were somehow glad you came to the party when you saw Kang Daniel in the circle
  • Knowing that you caught his eye, you purposely started talking to the male next to you but still occasionally looked up to smirk at him
  • As if taunting him to stop the game flow and come to you instead
  • You could feel his burning gaze across the room but you ignored it waited for the bottle to turn
  • The bottle then spun and land onto your direction, your friends quickly nudge you to the empty closet
  • The host then called out the other person who will be doing it with you
  • "Daniel and y/n! Off to the closet!”
  • As you went into the dimly lit space, your eyes darted around your surroundings until you met his intense gaze as his deep voice whispered into your ear
  • “You shouldn’t be messing around with feelings, baby girl.”
  • “But I’m not sure if you are feeling the same way as I am.”
  • You blinked innocently but your actions showed otherwise as your finger traced his jawline
  • He ran a finger through his hair and as much as you hate to admit it
  • He looked beyond illegal in a muscle tee and ripped black jeans
  • “Then let me express how I feel about us.”
  • Before you could ponder it further, he yanked you to him and covered your mouth with his in a hungry kiss
  • You responded immediately, surprising even yourself as one of your hands glided across his chest to wrap around his neck
  • While another entwined themselves in his messy brown hair
  • His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than you could have imagined
  • He held the side of your face as both your lips struggled to fight for dominance
  • You inched in closer to him and you could feel the warmth of his body as his hands slowly moved down to your waist
  • You could feel him just playing with the waistband of your skirt which drove you to the edge
  • Seconds later, his lips were moving across your neck as he left small bites when you both ran out of breath
  • You moaned when he licked your sensitive spot at the nape of your neck
  • He smirked at your reaction as he continued further
  • His hand drew small circles on your back as he continued leaving hickeys all your neck, marking you as his
  • His kisses left you breathless and each had you wanting for more as you had to take a sharp intake of breath whenever he laid his lips on your body
  • Moments later, you hear the closet being opened with a click and you two immediately break apart
  • “Your 7 minutes are up!”
  • As you two step out, everyone exchanged glances as clearly something had happened
  • Your neck was filled with hickeys while Daniel’s shirt was a crumpled mess
  • Until Sungwoo literally asked the question everyone wanted to know “So more than friends now?”
  • You blushed and turned to Daniel who had a similar expression on and you wondered where his initial confidence had gone to lol
  • Everyone starts smirking at you two since you guys weren’t even denying it
  • You were embarrassed at the sheer attention you were so you quickly went to the bathroom to fix your appearance
  • You cursed at the number of hickeys you had on your neck but still had this smile on your face as you remembered the bliss you had just experienced
  • Daniel came over apologetic as he passed you his hoodie, telling you to have the hood up if you wanted to cover up
  • You wore his hoodie but as he was about to slip away to give you some privacy in the room, you held his wrist in your hand
  • You took an orange sharpie and scribbled your digits across his arm, making sure that nothing was stopping you this time
  • He gave you the cutest smile after seeing it on his arm as he asked you if you wanted to go on a date with him this weekend
  • You said yes without any hesitation but you still decided to tease him for a bit
  • “So what are we now?”
  • His hand sneaked across your waist as he gave you his signature smirk
  • “I’m not too sure about you, but I’m always yours.”
What Comes From A Kiss

Summary: You meet your ex in a bar and ask your friend, Bucky Barnes for a favor.

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: College Au, Innuendo, Swearing. Really awful insults. was supposed to be fluff. It’s not fluff. I’m so mad.

Word Count: 936

A/N: for my lovely @theassetseyeliner follower celebration. with the prompt: Can you kiss me, please, my ex is across the bar. 

Can you kiss me, please, my ex is across the bar,” you half shout at Bucky.

His eyes widen comically. “What?” he yells back, a fetching blush rising in his cheeks.

You were a second-year college student, celebrating the end of your finals with your close knit group of friends. Wanda, Nat, Sam, and Bucky had all coerced you into joining them at the local student bar for a night out.

Your heart had flipped in your chest when Bucky had uttered a soft, “Please, darlin’? It won’t be the same without ya.”

You were powerless to refuse Bucky.

His smile could light up the darkest of nights. He drew eyes wherever he went. His features were striking, all hard edges and sharp lines. But it wasn’t just his looks which made your heart leap and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

It was his kind heartedness. His shyness. The way he would blush when you would stutter out a compliment or hug him spontaneously. He would go out of his way to help those who needed it, often working himself to the brink of exhaustion.

You had fallen hard and fast, descending into a tongue tied, blushing mess whenever he would be near you. It was a problem.

So, you had done what you thought you needed to do. Dive headfirst back into the dating pool. Doing your best to forget your ridiculous crush on Bucky, a man so far out of your league it was nearly embarrassing. Your serial singleness was a point of contention between your girlfriends, and they had done their best to set you up with what felt like every single man on campus.

Which is how you met him. Steve. The Quarterback of the football team.

Blond and blue eyed, rippling muscles pulled taught underneath his tight shirts. He was quick witted and smart, athletic and sweet. But, as you found out shortly after you began dating him in earnest, he was also a serial skirt chaser and made no secret of it. He seemed genuinely surprised when you ended the relationship.

You’d found him tonsil deep in a cheerleader. What the hell did he expect you to do?

“You’re overreacting, (Y/N).” He grins a Cheshire cat grin, his lopsided smile sets your nerves ablaze. “We were never exclusive,” he adds, making a grab for your waist, attempting to pull you in close.

You sidestep him, shooting him a vicious glare. The urge to slap his perfect face makes your palm itch. “No, we weren’t exclusive, Steven! You could at least have told me that you were seeing other people!”

He sighs in exasperation, flings his hands into the air and turns away from you. “You’ll never find anyone like me, sweetheart, I was it.”

You scoff condescendingly, a wicked grin gracing your face. “Bitch, please! My phone battery lasts longer than your relationships.”

He turns to face you, his face set in a smirk. “Jealous, sweetheart? We all know I was the best you ever had.”

You throw your head back and let out a loud laugh. “I would agree if you were capable of lasting more than two thrusts. Half the campus knows you’re a two pump chump, Stevie.”

His face turns bright red before he grits out, “You’re making a scene. Leave!”

You smile in triumph, turning on your heel. “Sure thing, sugar plum. Oh, and Steve?” He grunts and rolls his eyes. “Your mother should have swallowed you.”  

The laughter which rang out through the dorm had you warm for days.

Steve was now smirking at you from across the bar while Bucky stood open mouthed in surprise. Caught completely off guard by your request he had yet to respond, and you resort to desperate measures.

“Bucky please!” you plead. “I can’t have Steve thinking he was right. Please do this. I swear I’ll make it up to you!”

Bucky hesitates for a second before he roughly pulls your face to his. He captures your lips in a frenzied kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands shoot into his shirt, bunching the material. His hands tangled in your hair, obliterating the hours Nat had put into it. To your horror, you moan, causing Bucky’s grip on your hair to tighten.

You stay that way for what feels like hours. Mouths working in tandem with each other, hands wandering, exploring uncharted territory. You forget Steve and your anger. All that matters is Bucky and how good he feels pressed against you. It was pure bliss, and you never want it to end.

Bucky breaks the kiss, breathing ragged, his eyes hooded and dark. His lips swollen and red from your reverent kisses. Your own mind is drunk on lust, your breath matches his as you stare at him.

“Wow,” he says, his surprise makes your heart drop into your stomach. He pulls away from you like your touch burns him and runs a hand through his already messed up hair.

Oh god, you think. You’ve gone and screwed it up. You were sure you had blown up your friendship.

He would never look at you the same way again.

You look away from him. Your eyes scan the crowd for Steve only to find him gone.

“Yeah, wow,” you reply.

Bucky clears his throat and spots Sam leaning against the pool table chatting up a pretty woman who didn’t stand a single chance against his charm. “I’m gonna… uh… see you later?”  He doesn’t wait for your answer, disappearing quickly, leaving you standing alone and rejected at the bar.

Way to go, (Y/N)!

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Empathy Series, part III. Part II can be found here.

A/N: Here it is! Part III, which is also the final part of the Empathy Series. I decided it was time to wrap it up so I could make time to start on the holiday imagines (which reminds me, I still have requests open until the Monday after Thanksgiving!). Thank you for all of the love and support, and I’m very excited to start my new fic “When Fire Meets Fire!”

Words: 1,660 

Warnings: implied smut… I think that’s all, actually.

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Sick

Prompt:  Hiya! I’m in love with your writing??? I wanted to ask, can we have something cute with polyamsanders, with Birgil coming down with a cold and being a grumpy miserable little ball of fluff and the other sides doing their best to make him feel better? I’m a sucker for sickfic. Thanks! - @dashing-hyphen

Notes: I love this idea. So much. I cannot overstate how much I love this idea. <3 Also, thank you for the kind words about my writing! <3

Pairing: Polyamsanders (romantic or platonic, though it probably reads more platonic, or at least pre-romantic)

Warnings: Mentions of fever and sickness. No stomach stuff though. 

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“I’m not even sure how you managed this,” Logan said, taking the thermometer from Virgil’s mouth and frowning at the temperature read out. “We’re not even human–not technically. How did you manage to get sick?” 

“S’not the first time,” Virgil mumbled. Because it wasn’t. The others had just…never noticed before. And why should they? Until recently, Virgil had spent most of his time holed up in his room, only emerging when he was needed for something specific, and almost never spending downtime with any of them. He wasn’t a masochist, after all, and he wasn’t a total jerk, despite what they thought. He had no desire to force his way in and try to make a place for himself where there simply wasn’t one.

Since he’d revealed his name, though, they’d been reaching out to him more and more, acting as if they actually wanted him around, and…well. Virgil had to admit it was…nice. Really nice. They paid attention to him now, and even more amazingly, they noticed thingsIf he didn’t show up for meals too many times in a row, or if he declined movie invitations too often, they sought him out. They used a tag-team style approach with it; no doubt they thought they were being terribly subtle, but it was always the same strategy. Logan came in first, with his nonthreatening, clinically logical suggestions that Virgil leave his room and get a change in scenery. If that failed, Roman was his back-up, using the trappings of their previously antagonistic relationship in an effort to goad Virgil into doing what he wanted. If that too failed, they called in the heavy artillery. It wasn’t exactly playing fair, but…well, Virgil could never resist Patton’s puppy dog eyes.

In fact, the whole thing had become something of a game, and one that never failed to leave Virgil feeling warm and fuzzy inside. And normally, he loved it (not that he’d admit that to them. He did have a reputation to upkeep). 

But it had its downsides, too. It meant he didn’t get as much time alone as he had before, which was sometimes a bummer. And it also meant he couldn’t hide it, when he was having genuinely bad days–or when he was sick. 

Like now. 

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Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u. 

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers! 

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

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