rock and a hard spot


Genre: romance/fluff/COMEDY
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 3334 words
Summary: You somehow ended up in a cell with your best friend Jungkook

You sat next to him as you were sending death stares to each other. God only knows why you were trapped inside a cell with your best friend on a Friday night. If truth was to be said, you and Jungkook were caught in a heated fight, barely a few minutes ago, with him arguing as much as he could, and you, throwing his favorite vase off the balcony because you hated his handsome face. Did you really fight over his good looks? For sure it was one of the few reasons why you were even arguing in the first place. You were innocent that was for sure, but after being reported for obstructing the ‘’peace’’, you were called in at the office. The Irony of this, is that the so-called best friend is a cop as well.

“Officer Jeon, Seems like your badge is pretty useless at times like these” you commented arrogantly while crossing your arms over your chest

Jungkook follows you inside the cell, head hanging low with a very stiff posture. The last thing he expected from this Friday night was to end up inside a cell with you.

“Don’t get me started.” He turns around “I may be a cop but it still doesn’t mean that obstructing the ‘peace’ is allowed.” The boy ruffled his hair in a fury

“You can’t even do your own job properly, yet you’re here talking” you rolled your eyes

“I beg your pardon, but you’re the reason why we’re here in the first place” jungkook combs through his black bangs

Arguing with him was now your specialty. Both of you could go on and on for hours arguing over the smallest things. These days have been pretty sensitive due to your admission in med school. Jungkook screwed up again and you were on the verge of losing control when it happened.

“Oh, so now you’re going to put the blame on an innocent girl? I almost feel offended, officer.” You reply sarcastically

“ Innocent my ass, you were shouting at me barely 30 minutes ago and you even threw a goddamn vase off the window” he grabs the bars as he stares at his workmates laughing at him “ My favorite pink vase” he fakes a sob “ I liked that one so bad”

“Oh boohoo.” You cringed your face “Why do you even plant flowers in the backyards anyways! It always takes up the place. You’re a cop not a gardener”

“Flowers smell good and are beautiful, unlike a certain person” he sends you a side glare

“Excuse me?!” you scoff

“What?! Go wash your hair before telling me off, miss I-haven’t-washed-my-hair-for-three-days –because-of-school”

“What a neat freak. I didn’t have time because I has a shit ton of finals to take care of. LIVE WITH IT.”

“Exactly! Do you know that It’s a pain in the ass to live with you?” he stares at you

“Look who’s talking! You never wash the dishes and you’re practically a prince living at our place”

“Why do you bring my lifestyle onto this? I never asked you to be my wife. No one even has to cook because I only eat cereals and ramen. You should be thankful to have me as your roommate” he sighs “Why are you even mad about this? “

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” you groan “Tell goodbyes to the three meals a day I used to provide for the past year and a half.”

“Why?” he makes a meme face

“Because you’re a cheater” you glare at him

“I didn’t do it” jungkook buries his face in his hands “I swear on   Overwatch’s very existence that I didn’t do it ”

“Jungkook, you don’t realize how embarrassed you’re making me whenever you lie”

“I never lied about that!” jungkook sighed “It’s not like we got laid or anything like that! Why you are even fueled up about this issue! I have no girlfriend, so I’m not even cheating”

“You’re cheating on our friendship” you smack his arm

“I said, it wasn’t me for f*ck’s sake” jungkook grunts annoyingly “I don’t know if you have trouble understanding or if it’s your brain that has a serious issue, but I did not f*cking cheat” he turned around

“You didn’t cheat of course” you commented “You still f*cked or should I say, you’re still f*cked”

“I didn’t cheat” jungkook scowls “I’m always fair play when it comes to games and you know that!”

Jungkook’s workmates were having a blast trying to figure out the situation between both of them.Jimin was holding his cup of coffee in his fingers while Taehyung was munching on some chocolate flavored donuts. Meanwhile Hoseok was still typing in a few more details about their latest case, on the computer.

“Are they talking about a game?” Jimin whispers in taehyung’s ear

“I almost thought they were talking about a girl for a second” taehyung whispered back

“They’re obviously talking about video games.” Hoseok nodded with that irresistible smile

The cat fight was persistent on the other side of the cell, yet jungkook chose to put it to rest with his next action.

“Ugh…” jungkook sits down and takes off his vest to lay it on the ground “You can keep on talking to the walls. I’m going to sleep”

“You obviously feel no remorse since you feel comfortable about sleeping in a cell” you chuckled heartlessly

“I basically live in this police station, five days a week, I don’t see why I wouldn’t be comfortable here”

“Who’d ever hear you would think you’re a criminal” you rolled your eyes

“Yes, I steal hearts for a living” he makes a small heart with his index and thumb

“No jungkook. You make me barf for a living” you pretend vomiting

“Enjoy your youth, shorty. It’s not every day that you get to be inside a cell. With a handsome man on top of it” jungkook lays on his jacket cockily “Just take a moment to admire my sharp jaw. Instead of complaining. You can actually see it up close with no interruption this time”

“ You’re so f*cking cocky even in moments like these” you raise your brow “ Your jaw is so feminine along with your stupid lashes and that so called nose  , I don’t see what’s there to see. “

“Or maybe you can roast me while we’re at it” Jungkook sighed “My jaw has more structure than your life ever did” he laughed at his own joke

“Keep it down, Jeon” Hoseok shouted “No roasting is allowed in those cells, even though y’all are very entertaining to watch” he chuckled

“I wasn’t roasting, just stating facts here, Officer Jung “Jungkook bowed his head cutely

You decide to walk around inside the cell as jungkook was comfortably laying on the cold floor. The more you inspected this room the more disgusted you were. The scent, the coldness and the rusty vibe all over the place, gave you everything but comfort. It was your first time being inside a cell, yet your best friend was sitting there as if no harm was done and everything was alright. You both remained silent for a few more minutes before you suddenly started to bang your head on the nearest wall while murmuring the same few words

“Ugh, why am I in a cell with him”

“Because we sinned together” Jungkook replied with no warning as slowly sat up

“Did someone talk? I can’t seem to hear anyone” you pretend he’s inexistent

“So childish” he glares at you before bringing his knees closer to his chest, like a child would.

“Right back at you” you shoot daggers through your eyes

“Let’s make up already” jungkook shakes his shoulders cutely as he slowly walks your way

You slowly back up as he gets closer and closer to you. Your back hits the cold bars and Jungkook takes this opportunity to grab onto the bars on each side of your head, trapping you between his body and the cell itself. It was just like a fun game for him. You were being alert, anxious and angry, and he was taking advantage of your state to have a little bit of fun.

“We are not making up” you hold your head high as you stare directly back onto his dark orbs

“We are going to make up. Mark my words”

He lowers his head to close the space between your faces, now brushing the tip of his nose against yours. You shiver and ponder in your head, if the reason why you were feeling so nervous was due to the fact that this cell was extremely cold, or because Jungkook was having some effect on you.You chose to shrug off the thoughts from your head and push his rock hard chest with your index. Jungkook doesn’t even budge form him spot, as your small finger had nothing to win against his inhuman physical strength. He always had the advantage, whether it was about being imprisoned or cornering you inside a cell. You’d somehow end up being at his mercy.

“Get off, right now” you mutter under your breath

“I don’t think so” he presses his face on your cold shoulder

Jungkook’s workmates were just as confused as you

“What are they doing?” Jimin raised a suspicious brow

“Uhm…it looks like they’re being intimate, sir” Taehyung covers his eyes

“Officer Jeon does all sorts of things” Hoseok sighed “Let him be”

A million thoughts were running through your mind. You wanted to push him off but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It wasn’t long before jungkook cut off your thoughts with his next action.

“Come on!!” he grabs your arm

“What?” you frown

“Let’s enjoy the next 24 hours we have left together in a cell” he pulls your small frame in his arms with no warning

“Let me go!” you struggle to get off his embrace as his muscles are tightly wrapped around you

“Come on. You’re a small bean and I’m a very bored bunny. Let’s mingle and call it a fun night” he whispers on your neck

“No one is allowed to mingle in those cells Jungkook” Jimin authoritative voice shouts from his desk

“I was just playing, Officer Park!” jungkook replies “But I still have extra handcuffs with me” he wiggled his eyebrows at you

“What on earth—“your eyes rounded as you felt heat reaching your cheeks

“BDSM Isn’t allowed either” Taehyung burst out laughing “I swear to god, I wish we could arrest entertaining people like you every day, it’d be more hilarious at work”

“Officer!” you stare at jimin “Please tell him to let me go” you whine

“Hugs are allowed for mental support” Jimin winked at you

“He’s not even hugging me! He’s trapping me!” you groan “Tell him to stop crushing me with his annoying muscles!”

“I’m not risking my safety over this. Officer Jeon usually picks up the things that annoy him and throw them somewhere” Jimin comments “I don’t want this to happen to me”

“What are you? Godzilla?!” you turn around to stare at jungkook in puzzlement “These guys are your superiors and you do those kind of things to them?” your jaw drops

“They’re good at obeying” jungkook replies cockily “As long as you got strength, power doesn’t even matter here“he raises a sexy brow

“What a WEIRD POLICE STATION” you stare at everyone

“We get that often” Hoseok nods

“It’s fun being in a cell, to be honest” Jungkook slowly frees you from his grip “I get to spend time with my best friend” he hugs your arm like a cute child

“Get it together you dumb bun, we’re in a goddamn cell because the police showed up at my place”

“I’m a cop and I’m always at your place. I never saw you freak out whenever I showed up with my cop uniform there” Jungkook backed up

“You’re just Jungkook okay! You’re not a cop” you argued

“But I graduated from Law school! I have my own badge. I arrested over 25 people over the last two months. Why would you think that I’m not qualified to be a cop! You better acknowledge me!” he scowls

Jungkook’s workmates found themselves laughing at the hilarious conversation

“Officer Jeon, seems like you’re not as qualified as you pretend to be” officer Jimin chuckled from the side

“Shut up Park Jimin” jungkook glared at the man

“Where did the hyung go to? Should I remove your promotion, for disregarding your superiors, you little brat?” Jimin threatened

“Hyung” jungkook sighed “Sorry” he apologizes with no sincerity whatsoever

“What if they end up keeping us here for longer” you fake a sob on his shoulder

“We didn’t kill anyone, we just fought. You won’t get imprisoned for life. It’s just 24 hours”

Jungkook stared at his surroundings before gazing at you a few times. He knew what would ease the tension.

“Hey, there’s so many fun stuff to do in a cell” Jungkook stares at you “Come here” he pulls your arm so that you sit close to him

“Like what? “you ruffled your hair “ Jungkook, it might not be that unusual for you because you’re always at the police station, but I’m just a normal citizen! What will mother say about this” you smack his arm

“I’ll just cover up for you then” jungkook scowls “ Now come here and let’s play rock paper scissors to pass time”

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” your jaw dropped

“I mean, wasn’t it the same when we were in elementary school? During recess time, we were surrounded by a huge fence, yet we still had fun. We were imprisoned back then as well, where’s the difference?”


“We can play truth or dare” jungkook snaps his fingers “Or even better! We could take this whole cell thing as an excuse to cuddle or something”

“You better stay away from me or I’m suing you” you point at him

“I get that a lot these days” he winks at you “People like suing me for my illegal sexiness” he rolls up his sleeves

“What is he saying now?” you sigh

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s do something fun! It’s not every day that we get the chance to be stuck in a cell together for 24 hours” he pokes your waist

“The chance?! What is lucky about this? Have you lost your mind? “You nudge his arm “Why am I friends with you.”

“I brought a pen with me” Jungkook blinked cutely “Let’s draw a few bunnies on the walls while we’re at it. As a memory~”

“What is good about this memory? Do you expect me to tell my future children that I got arrested and remained in a cell for 24 hours with my friend, as we both drew bunnies on the prison’s wall” you scoff

“It honestly feels like we’re back in old school days’ right?” Jungkook giggled as he took out his pen to draw cute bunny ears on the wall

“Why are you giggling?! Jungkook, stop laughing. This isn’t the time to be laughing” you grabbed his arm “Please get me out of here”

“What can I do?” he shrugged “Even, I, as a cop, has to get sentenced just like you. Let’s just live with the consequences we brought upon ourselves” Jungkook draws the big bubbly eyes of his bunny “Damn, he looks like me” he points at the half-drawn bunny

“Stop drawing self-portraits of yourself and listen” you whine

“Stop over dramatizing everything and learn from your mistakes” he uses his other hand to mess your hair in the process “We fought, you broke something and we got in trouble for it. Next time we’ll behave like mature adults do, that’s all”

“I’m not overdramatizing” you slap his hand away “You may spend every day working next to this cell, but I’ve never been in a cell nor was I ever arrested in the past”

“Then enjoy your first time here” Jungkook blinks “Why make a fuss about it when it could be the most thrilling 24 hours of your life? I always wondered how it felt to be on the other side of these bars”

“You’re a crazy piece of shit” you shake your head

“More like a positive minded piece of shit” he smiles sarcastically

“Jungkook” you whine again as you lean your face on his back as the boy keeps on drawing bunnies

“What?” He asks you “Are you going to complain again?” you feel his voice vibrating through his back

“It’s just a little cold in here” you wrap your arms around his waist

“What an amazing excuse to back hug me” He smirks as he keeps on drawing “You’re smitten over my beauty” he makes a sassy facial expression

“I hate cells” you muffle your face on his toned back

“Cells as in cellular composition or prison cells?” Jungkook laughed at his own joke

“You think you’re so funny.” you pinch his waist

“Ouuuch!!!” he jumps because of your touch “I will sue you for physical abuse”

“Come on Fetus, you like getting physical anyways, so it shouldn’t even bother you in the first place” you poke his waist as you press your chin on his shoulder

“There’s clearly a difference between hugging someone and pinching them! This is not my type of physical encounter” he frowns as he slowly pushed you away from him “ I will go take a nap now” he grabbed his wrinkled vest and laid it on the floor once again  

“ Jungkook, I’m well aware of the fact that you work here in the police station, but didn’t it occur to you to think about what prisoners do in these cells for 24 hours?! They could be peeing all of over the ground and you’re sleeping there. It’s disgusting”  you furrow your brows  

“Well technically they pee in a cup” Jungkook comments “this is also why I insisted that we share the cell”

“EXCUSE ME?!” you shout

“Are you going to obstruct the peace here too? Calm down Juliet. We’re just here for a few more hours” he made a pillow with his shoes

“If you didn’t get it yet, usually men and women are in different cells, but I insisted we get imprisoned together”

“And why is that? Why can’t you have a single brilliant idea for once AND GET US OUT OF HERE“ you sighed

“Because I know you were going to freak out as soon as we get there, so I thought I might as well be there as your mental support”


“That’s what best friends are for right?” he smiles at you

“No, that’s what idiots do, you stupid son of a fetus” you smack the back of his head

“This so called son of a fetus has a job unlike you” he frowns “It hurts too” he pouts “Love me!” he pulls you into his arms once again

“Ew Ew We ! I’m not laying there!” you try prying his hands off you

“Stop being so stuck up and be cool for once. Med school turned you into a germaphobe, but may I remind you that we used to roll in mud back then in elementary school?”  He pulls your waist close to his body “Now let’s just sleep and get tofu tomorrow morning”

“Why tofu?” you blink

“Well, we did stay in a cell overnight. Might as well keep it traditional and buy tofu after being released” he stares at you

“Why am I his friend” you bury your face in his chest “I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK”

Jungkook feels your muffled screams vibrations through his toned chest and he chuckles at your sight. He sure had lots of fun in that cell.

“We should get arrested more often.” He laughs at you as he secretly writes your initials next to his on the wall with a heart surrounding them



Request: hellllloooo, i love your writing and i have a request. can you make something with reader X steve with this chat: “x1: wait, how do you know that steve is great in bed?” “x2: we share a wall, so either he’s amazing in bed or y/n just likes to agree with him a lot.” “x2: loudly, and a lot.” - Anon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 1,160

Warning: Fluff(?), SMUT! (First one, be nice), Cursing, Unprotected sex (If you really love her, wear a cover)

(A/N): Okay, this is my first ever posted Smut on Tumblr, so, BE NICE, PLEASE. 


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You had been out for two weeks on a mission and Steve missed your hands tugging his hair, he missed your scent, he missed cuddling you, he missed your soft moans and kisses.

He missed you.

“Why are you so grumpy, old man?” Sam teased, looking at you behind Steve. He didn’t noticed you following him to the kitchen; your boyfriend shrugged his shoulders, bowing on the kitchen’s counter and resting his chin on his hand.

“I miss my girl; it’s hard to sleep without her.” Smiling sweetly, you shooed Sam away with your hand, glaring at him when he rolled his eyes and backed away.

“Good evening, Captain.” You purred into his neck, hugging his back and sliding your hands to his abdomen. Steve jumped in surprise and turned to you, eyes shining in joy as he lifted you from the ground – making you wrap his hips with your legs.

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Bad Intentions//Bellamy Blake

Inspiration- “Bad Intentions” by Niykee Heaton.


You had eyed him for months. He was attractive, kind, funny, perfect even. It was no secret that the two of you had history, you had known him since life on the Ark. 

Since then, you had hooked up a few times and thought nothing of it, thinking of him occasionally. Lately though, you weren’t satisfied with just having him sexually, you thought about him all the time and you wanted more but you were too scared to say so. 

And now, you were leaning against the gate of the camp, watching him talk with a few other girls you couldn’t stop wishing were you. You saw him flirt with Harper and you watched her laugh at a joke he made that probably wasn’t even funny. 

He leaned in and whispered in her ear and you winced as he grabbed her wrist and led her to his tent. Bellamy had countless girls in his tent and was practically the Holy Grail of hookups among the girls at camp. 

He could send someone over the edge with a wink and all of the girls practically worshiped at his altar. Would he really be willing to give all of that up for one girl? You? 

“I hope so.” you thought and jogged over to his tent. For a moment, you paused and let your fingers fumble with the zipper to the entrance. You took a deep breath and pulled it open, immediately wishing you hadn’t.

Harper gasped and pulled her shirt back over her head and Bellamy shot you a death glare. “Bellamy, I need to talk to you.” you said as firm as you could. “Can’t it wait?” he groaned. “No. I need to talk to you, now.” you pushed and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Fine. Harper, I’ll see you later.” She nodded at him and you felt your jaw tighten as she sent a smirk in his direction. “Can you give me a minute, (Y/N)? I’ll meet you at your tent in five minutes.” “Okay, see you then.” you said.

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You sat on your bed and checked your watch for the third time. It had been twenty minutes. “What is taking Bellamy so long?” you thought, your leg beginning to shake uncontrollably. Your mind started racing with questions. 

“What do I say to him? What do I do? Breathe, breathe.” You took another deep breath and heard footsteps from outside your tent. Before you had a chance to react, Bellamy was inside and angry.

“What do you want to talk about and why couldn’t it wait?” he huffed. You avoided his stern gaze and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

“Well?” he pushed. You stepped closer to him and he met your gaze. He was about to say something else but you cut him off by hungrily crashing your lips onto his.

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He paused before kissing you back, surprised by your actions. You pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. “(Y/N), I-Mmm.” he moaned, biting his lip to conceal his pleasure. 

“Shut up.” you commanded and kissed him hard on the lips, your tongue winning the fight for dominance. From there, you moved downward, pressing your lips to his neck and tugging at his hair with your fingers. 

When you parted, he ripped your shirt over your head and began unbuttoning your jeans. Once you were naked, you slowly stripped him, waiting for him to beg you to go faster.

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a tease.” he whined, his forehead damp and his curls wild. You pressed your bodies together and locked your lips with his, grinding your hips into him until he was fully hard against you.

You positioned him between your legs to meet your entrance and began to rock back and forth on top of him. “You’re so wet.” he moaned and began to massage your breasts. 

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you down as he quickened the pace, his rock hard cock repeatedly pounding your G-spot. “Fuck, Bell.” you gasped. 

Your thighs began to quiver and Bellamy noticed right away. He flipped you onto your back and slowly pumped himself in and out of your throbbing core. “That’s it.” he purred, looking you deep in the eye. 

“Bellamy, I’m so close.” you whimpered in between moans. His pace quickened in response and his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. “Fuuuck.” he growled and threw his head back, electricity surging through the both of you as you reached your highs.

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He pulled himself from you and collapsed on the bed next to you, his breathing still heavy and a smile on his face. You smiled back at him, feeling more confident than ever.

“If all you wanted was for me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.” he said and your smile began to fade. You pulled the blankets up to your neck, in a hurry to hide your bare chest.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N), I was only joking.” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow to face you. “Nothing.” you lied and bit your lip to cover up how you were really feeling.

“Hey, I know you better than anyone else, now spill.” “That’s the problem.” you said at barely a whisper. “What?” Bellamy asked, getting closer to you in the bed and sending a chill down your spine. 

You sat up in bed and took a deep breath. “Look Bellamy, this-us having sex every once in a while-it’s nice but I…” “You want more.” Bellamy finished for you.

“What? Yes, but how did you know what I was going to say?” you asked, suddenly intrigued. “Because I feel the same way about you, (Y/N). You’re amazing, I just never thought I would be good enough for you.” he admitted and looked away.

“Are you kidding me Bell? I’m in love with you.” you blurted out and before you could take it back, his lips were on yours. “I love you too, Princess.” he cooed and pulled you closer into him.

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Oh my goodness guys, I have been working on this for at least a month! I have never written smut before so I hope this is good enough for you lovely Bellamy girls! Please tell me what you think and have a great day/night! :)

The Ring

“Hey Poll, do you know where the boys are?” you asked, stopping in the street as she put a trunk of things in the car. She greeted you warmly with a kiss on the cheek.

“They’re out in the country today, why? Which one you looking for?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You laugh, throwing your hand out telling her to stop joking around when she noticed it; the absolute rock on your hand.

“Y/N, what’s this?” She asked in a voice mixed with excitement and terror.

“What’s it look like Poll?”

“Well,” she scoffed “if I didn’t know any better I’d say its a bloody engagement ring.” She says twirling your hand back and forth in hers to get a better look at it. You squeal, nodding your head enthusiastically.

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weekly fic rec VIII

↳ 1. feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (123k, complete)

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

↳ 2.  a grocery list pinned to blue by dangerbears (19k, complete)

AU. after eight years, louis finally has everything he’s wanted. except for harry. 

↳ 3.  It’s My Pleasure To Introduce You by LoadedGunn (8.2k, complete)

Louis cannot help himself. He stretches a bit so he can whisper in Harry’s ear, “That’s what I’d do to you, when you’re close to coming. Just think. You’ll be so overwhelmed but you won’t want it to end, not really, so I’ll switch it to the seventh setting, give you just a few seconds to catch your breath but then it’ll rock inside you, right against your spot, so hard you won’t be able to breathe, but before you can finally come it’ll stop again. How long do you think you could keep it there, just staying right on the edge?”

“I couldn’t,” Harry whispers, definitely shivering now. “I just couldn’t tease myself like that, I’d have to touch my cock. If I wanted to… I’d need someone to do it for me.”

Louis slips his hands from Harry’s fingers to his wrist, where he clutches hard. “You would.”

Or, the AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

↳ 4.  Swim In The Smoke by whoknows (101k, complete)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

↳ 5. Some Things Take Root by navigator, quitter (50k, complete)

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage. 

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Few Personal Headcanons


2p Italy plays the violin and to me is basically that one guy who looks super cool and awesome from a distance but one you get to know them is literally the worst friend you’ve ever made. Luciano has a low patience and can not handle stupidity even as a joke. If you would act really stupid round him, I can only say he would squint at you judging you silently. Also is super Tsundere. No one can tell me other wise.

Ugh 2p Germany is a huge perv not even gonna lie. He’d make like sexual innuendos and then laugh about them later while you’re probably still wondering what the hell he’s talking about. He is lazy but not lazy enough to have the body of all gods.(acts smooth, but it actually really lame)

2p Japan. Third most sensible of the axis, but can be really irrational in the heat of the moment. Kuro is the one who has the ringtone to his favorite anime opening or ending and most likely has a shrine of Miku in his closet. He is the mother and does not give a shit about anything, like forever poker face. Best cook that has ever set foot on the planet earth and don’t you forget it.

2p Romano is the bigger fashionista there has ever lived. Don’t even get me started on how this boy will angrily type a whole packet about how bad crocs are and why they should be illegal. He is the topmost of all fashion and most of his brain consist on his appearance. Even though he cares much about appearance he won’t look at someone in disgust if they don’t look camera ready. Unless they wear something that isn’t their size(mostly too small) then he might have trouble on telling his friends and not keeping it to himself.

He is the cutest baby of all I can’t even tell how adorable 2p Prussia is. Gillen has really low self esteem, like if you give him a compliment he might either deny it or his self esteem would go up but like +3 and if he gets any negative comments it’ll drop to like -60000. He’s not weak, but is really indecisive about his decisions. For example if someone was picking on a friend of his, his time would mostly be standing there thinking out scenarios of what could happen in the two paths, making him on of the most sensible.He’s more of a picker upper than someone to stop it all together.


2p America is without a doubt an instigator. He’s like the child who never grew up, not really having much of filter or testing people with a goofy smile of his face. Overall just a big kid. Even though he can be really childish there are times where he’s really an adult, like cheering people up or taking serious situations serious while still lightening up the mood. With a s/o, he’d be really gentle and would put them first before himself. He’s a dick though. Is Vegan and haaaaaaaates when any of fast food commercials come on, because it makes his stomach hurt to see so much grease in one food item. It hurts his soul.

2p Canada is the big buff cheeto puff. He’s super blank face and looks really intimating, but is all about cuddling by the fireplace with a hot cup of Cocoa. He does the occasional smoking, but only if he’s really stressed out and needs some kinda quick way to get his mind clear. Matthieu has a “Bros Before Hoes” relationship with Allen even though it doesn’t really seem like they get along. He is the best at making some fluffy buttery pancakes that you would be begging for seconds.

2p France, as we all know if a heavy smoker and drinker. François doesn’t tend to talk much and doesn’t mind having silence. He also tends to have a medium to high sex drive. Not that he needs to be in any kind of sexual act constantly, but probably can’t do it himself after a week or two. He’s like Italy, mafia wise and has plenty of connections to get what he wants when needed. Right now he doesn’t seem so compatible, but does a soft side deep deep deep in his soul and can’t stand the sight of an injured pet. Has to change the channel if one of those animal shelter donation commercials come on.

2p England is the kindest most sweetest loving asshole there has ever been. Sure he is covered with colors and smiles and cupcakes, but can annoy you bad into swearing so he can pull out that swear jar. He cares for everything, but don’t get him to a point where he’s so mad that his kitchen knife won’t just be used to cutting foods. He won’t swear for anything and if he does it’s just words like fudge or butterscotch.

2p Russia is the love of everyone. Vlad is a pacifist and will not fight not matter how gruesome things are. He would sit down and have a civilized conversation about the issue over like some coffee instead of resulting to violence. He has a large library in his home containing over hundreds of books and loves to read and be informed of politics. He is very well cultured on the world and enjoys learning more information and facts. He likes people who are willing to talk about touchy subjects in the world and who wouldn’t turn a blind eye to such issues.(race, injustice, politics, brutality etc.)

2p China is the short angry one, also with zero amount of filters. He sucks a cooking, please do not ask this child to make ANYTHING for you, unless you’re prepared to go to hospital to get your stomach pumped. It may look good, but do not taste it at all cost. When he’s stressed out he’ll just get high and chill with some kid shows and a bag of Doritos. Huge flirt and just because he flirts doesn’t mean he’s all into you though. Just saying.


2p Spain is literally a stone. You will probably never see this guy smile, he barely talks, doesn’t like being touched and doesn’t know the word friendly or gentle. The only person he lets touch him and hang onto him is Flavio. I mean he let him dye a strand of his hair. Anyway, Andres has a “whatever if it’s not broken” attitude and doesn’t care what people think. He does like being inside and just take a nap, so have fun with that.

You know that one kid in high school who had shaved hair, Metallica shirts, ripped jeans and wore the pentagon necklaces and you kinda hated them but still found them alluring in a way? That is literally 2p Austria. Ryszard is all about rock and seems like a “Hail Satan!” kind of guy. He plans on being ruler of the world and treats himself like the king. He tends to smoke for any occasion, sad, mad, happy, bored, just to have something in his mouth. Like binge eating, but with cigarettes. Even though he listens to the hard rock and metal, he secretly has a huge soft spot for classical music. Bach, Beethoven, Debussy, so on and so forth.

Always You // Bo Oneshot

Idea // You and Bo are both comedians, and during one of your shows, you make jokes about him. The audience loves it, but Bo doesn’t. Once you get back to the hotel, Bo blows up on you. You and him have a huge fight, which leads to you and him breaking up. But soon you and him get back together because you can’t live without each other.

Rating  // R (profanity and smut)

Disclaimer // I had to change one thing: instead of going back to their hotel, they go back to their house. It’s nothing personal; it was just the way I envisioned it, it was their house and it made it more sensual that way. Also, another anon requested to add smut, so I added that.

He didn’t speak to me the entire drive home. I felt the tension dripping off of him from the moment I walked off the stage tonight, and he hasn’t said a word to me since. I stared blankly ahead at the road, afraid to meddle with his sudden resentful mood, though I did have an idea where he got it from.

It did occur to me I had gone too far tonight, but when I’m on stage the words just seem to flow out without consulting with me first. And once I get the reaction I want from the audience, I try to take it as far as I can, which is something Bo is very familiar with. The crowd loved my stories and jokes, but he, on the other hand, did not.

On any other night, Bo would greet me back in my dressing room with a kiss, telling me what a great job I did. Tonight, he stood outside the doors, car keys in hand and eyes plastered to the ground. It was clear to me then that I had gone too far this time.

Maybe I shouldn’t have joked about his height, yes. Maybe I shouldn’t have made fun of the fact Zach Stone got cancelled, probably. But it wasn’t like he didn’t poke jokes at me when he performed. Just a month before, he told the audience a story of me wobbling around everywhere when I had to wear a boot after I broke my ankle. He even demonstrated it to the audience, but did I say anything? Yeah, I told him he’ll end up breaking his ankle and have to wobble around in a boot and be made fun of, but I at least didn’t ignore him like he was with me now.

I figured once he went to bed, slept it off, he’d be back to his old self in the morning. I also knew he was tired and stressed due to his upcoming tour, so I could understand why he’d take tonight a little personal. We all have those days where nothing is funny.

We pulled into the driveway and he immediately turned off the ignition and exited the car before I could say a word. I followed him inside and once I shut the door behind me, he harshly spun around and I was greeted by a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“What the fuck was that?” He snapped, throwing a hand in the air for dramatic effect.

I took a step back, surprised by his sudden outburst. I went to open my mouth but nothing came out. At this point I had no idea what to say other than I was sorry.

“I, uh—” I stammered, fiddling with my hands. I couldn’t form the words I wanted, and the only thing I could think of was how stupid I was for hurting him to get the audience to laugh for five seconds. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

“You don’t see me belittling you when I’m on stage.”

“Last week you made fun of me for looking like Sasha Grey.” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. He couldn’t get mad at me for what I said when he does the same thing to me, but I try to not take it personal because I know he doesn’t truly mean it.

“It wasn’t making fun—” He demanded, lowering his voice.

“When you start to make sex jokes and get the audience in on it, yeah, it’s not going to make me feel great.”

“I wasn’t the one making the sex jokes—”

“You always tell them to shut up, but the one time I’m actually embarrassed and you talk about our sex life with them, in front of hundreds of people, you provoke them more! That’s not something that should be discussed—”

“I’m done,” he muttered as I watched him grab his keys from the coffee table. I reached my arm out to him but he shrugged me off, and began to walk to the door.

“Bo, don’t—” I cried out, chasing after him. My heart pounded and I felt like my legs were going to give out.

He was halfway out the door before he turned to me, and without even looking at me, he said, “I knew this wouldn’t work out,” and he closed the door behind him.

I expected him to come back, to waltz back in like he had been fucking with me the entire time but the longer I stood there in the entryway I knew he wasn’t coming back. I grabbed the vase that sat on our end table and chucked it at the door, watching as the pieces scattered across the linoleum tiling.

An hour passed, and the sudden realization that this could possibly be the end finally entered my mind. This didn’t feel like a stupid fight that we would pretend never happened. He actually left.

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number—voicemail each time. I left him several messages, most of which were incoherent through my heavy sobbing. I finally gave up after the ninth call, and decided I should just go to bed.

I walked into our closet, pulling out one of his hoodies and quickly threw it on, taking in his scent. I felt my eyes well up again, but I ignored it as I laid on his side of the bed, checking my phone once more before going to sleep. I knew I was going to do everything in my power to win him back.


The next morning I woke up to an aroma of bacon wafting in the air. My hand grazed Bo’s side of the bed that went untouched overnight. I shot my eyes open, remembering the night before and him walking out. All the memories flooded back and I was left with a crushing amount of guilt.

The smell became more pungent and quickly sat up, realizing that he might have come back while I was sleeping. Still in his hoodie, I rushed down the stairs to find Bo, still in the clothes from the night before, huddled over the stove, flipping bacon. I admired him from afar—his hair a mess but somehow it always seemed to work for him. That’s something I was always envious about him; he didn’t have to try to look good. He always told me the same thing but I never believed him. Maybe he never believed me when I told him the same thing.

I choked back tears, wanting to walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his stomach and just hold him for the rest of the day. But I didn’t know if I was in the clear just yet.

I looked over at the foyer to see the broken vase had been cleaned up as well.

He turned around setting two plates down on the breakfast bar and finally caught sight of me standing on the bottom step.

“Good morning,” he said, giving me a weary smile before turning back around to grab two cups from the cabinet. “I made breakfast—hope you don’t mind.”

Why would I mind? I thought to myself. I took a seat down at the bar and watched as he poured orange juice into the glasses and set them in front of me. Bo was a good cook; not the best but if he followed instructions and didn’t experiment, his food was edible.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” he muttered, his back still turned to me. I could hear the anguish in his voice as he shot around and pulled me up from my seat, pressing me hard against his chest. “I didn’t mean it, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back, pulling my arms around his waist to hold him tighter.

“And I’m sorry I compared you to a porn star, because we both know who would be better in bed.” I could feel the smile that was forming on his face. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, Bo is back to his old self.

“Bo, she’s a porn star; it would be her.”

“You don’t know that,” he whispered back, kissing the top of my head before squeezing my butt, and walking back over to the stove.

“Yeah, I do. Porn stars are like the trained athletes of sex.”

Bo shot around and gave me a provocative look, spatula in hand. I wonder what it would be like if he spanked me with that. Fuck, Y/N, stop.

“Y/N, do not make me come over there and spank you with this…” God dammit.

I tried my hardest to keep a straight face as I folded my arms across my stomach, cocking my head slightly, and narrowing my eyes to him I said, “Well fucking do it.”

In a swift motion, he stopped everything he was doing and chased after me, spatula still in his hand. I booked it to the living room, screaming, as I felt him close in on me. Once I knew I couldn’t run any farther, he grabbed my hand, pulling me around to face him, and kissed me hard. I had missed this so much.

He deepened the kiss, dropping the spatula on the ground and began tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I did the same to him, biting his lip. I could feel his growing erection against me, so I knew he wanted this as much as I did.

I removed his shirt, kissing up and down his chest as he began to unbutton my jeans. I sucked on his flesh, which I knew was a weak spot for him. He quickly removed his hoodie from me, leaving me exposed in only my bra and jeans.

“You look beautiful,” he said, gracing his hand on my cheek. He removed a piece of stray hair from my eye and casually started to back me up until I felt the couch on the back of my thighs. I fell back over the armrest and he joined himself on top of me, removing the rest of my jeans and underwear.  

He didn’t skip a beat by removing his jeans, leaving us both exposed.

Bo crawled back on top, grinding against me, rubbing his already rock hard member against my spot. He smiled, knowing what he was putting me through. I bit my lip, raising me hips up at him.

“I want you so much,” I said at almost a whisper, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. Bo leaned down to kiss me, slowly entering him inside me. I let out a moan, digging my nails into his forearm. I had missed this so much.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, picking up his pace. Our moans grew louder in unison with every thrust. He slid one hand down in between my legs and began to rub my clit, which sent me over the edge. I started to feel my face grow numb and lips get tingly. That’s when I knew I had hit my limit.

He continued to push me farther and farther, until I screamed out his name, reaching my orgasm. Bo smiled down at me, seeming pleased with himself. He finished not long after me, releasing his orgasm on my stomach.

I laid there breathless, as he began to retrieve our clothes. I sat up on my elbows, watching him put his boxers back on. He turned to me with a half-smile and said, “I think breakfast got cold.”

Fools (final)

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet


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Jungkook x reader.

Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut smut smut smut smut smutty smut smut. 

How to read the story:

(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you 


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As you wish! (Here is part one of Dig In if anyone needs a refresher.)

God, she was a vision.

Black hair just brushing her shoulders, red lips he knew tasted better than the most exquisite of wines, fair skin smattered with sun-kissed freckles in places he’d like to kiss himself.

Who was he kidding?  He wanted to kiss all of her–every last inch of her as he’d been allowed to do only once in what felt like another lifetime.

“More wine?”

She was eyeballing him from across the low, small table in his tent, her body propped up by pillows, her blouse granting him a glimpse of the promise land buttoned up inside it as she held the bottle in his direction.

He extended his glass towards her, allowing her to refill his before doing the same with her own.

“This is good,” she remarked with a quirk of her brow that hinted at what it cost her to do so. “Then again, selecting a good wine seems to be your only talent.”

“That’s not what you said in Cairo,” he quipped, running his tongue over his lips, watching in satisfaction as her nipples became visible through her bra. God, he craved this woman, pined for her, burned for her with a fever he could neither explain nor was willing to admit.  How he wanted her in his arms, in his bed, under his tongue, enveloping his body.

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Draco Malfoy Dirty Imagine: Room of Requirements Sex (Requested by Anon)


Draco had let you come with him to the Room of Requirements so he could finish working on the Vanishing Cabinet. In all honesty, the only reason why you wanted to come was because you were bored out of your mind. Besides that, this was the only alone time you had gotten with Draco all day. To put it simply, you missed him and wanted to spend time with him, even though he was going to be caught up in the cabinet the entire time.

It started off fairly simple. You watched him work on the cabinet and attempted to do your homework, but the only thing you could really do was watch Draco’s tall, masculine frame stare in concentration at the cabinet.

His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion and his chin was propped in between his fingers. Draco’s mind was fixed on this Vanishing Cabinet but right now, you wanted it to be fixed on you. 

You stared at him for a few minutes before he turned around and caught you staring at him. You quickly looked back down to your homework and let a blush rise to your cheeks.

Draco smirked at you and shook his head. 

“Like what you see?”

You looked up at him again, this time putting your quill down and fluttering your eyelashes seductively at him.

“Maybe.” you said in a soft voice.

You could’ve sworn you saw Draco’s eyes turn black slightly before he whipped back around to stare at the cabinet again, this time putting his hands on his hips. 

Slowly, you got up and walked soundlessly behind Draco, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and pressing your breasts up against his back. He immediately stiffened and sucked in a breath. Draco looked down to your hands, which were already unbuckling his pants. 

“I’ve wanted you all day.” you whispered, leaning up only slightly to kiss his neck. 

“Have you now?” he said in a voice that was rather shaky and wasn’t supposed to be. 


You continued kissing his neck until you got to his ear, softly nibbling on the lobe and sucking on it. By now, your hands had reached inside of his pants and was palming him through his boxers.

He groaned. “Augh, babe, I can’t do this right now.”

You stopped kissing him and balanced your chin on his shoulder.

“Sure you can.” you murmured, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “It’ll be really quick. I promise.”

With that he turned around and immediately slammed his lips into yours, the kiss becoming rough immediately. His tongue slipped into your mouth and started fighting it with yours. He won, because he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard squeeze which made you lose your focus. 

Draco smirked into your mouth and unbuttoned your shirt, sliding it off of your shoulders and throwing it across the room. He stepped away to yank his shirt off of his head and tossed it over his shoulder before kissing you again.

Your hands pushed his pants down as did his push your skirt off of your body. You both stepped out of them without breaking the kiss. Draco’s arms wrapped around your waist, he pressed his hands flat against your back and pulled you closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his blonde hair. 

Draco’s mouth moved to your neck. He started roughly sucking on the soft skin there, making you thrown your head back and let out a soft moan. He smirked into your neck and nibbled onto the flesh, leaving a mark. 

You pushed him away slightly and kneeled down in front of him. You kept eye contact with him as you pulled down his boxers and let his rock hard erection spring out of it. 

Smirking, you immediately took him in your mouth and went as deep as you could go. 

Draco hissed and let out a loud moan.

“AH FUCK. Oh- oh god (Y/N), augh!”

He took your hair in his hands and pushed your head into him more. Your head went along with his hand, allowing it to push you back and forth over his dick.

Your cheeks became sore from sucking it so hard, but you didn’t care. Not when Draco was at the mercy of that pretty little mouth of yours and falling to pieces above you. 

You could feel his dick twitching in your mouth, a sure sign he was about to come. You pulled your mouth off of him and finished him with a pop. 

Draco’s head shot down to yours, his eyes angry and black. 

You sat down in front of him and took off your bra and panties, spreading your legs wide open for him.

“Eat me.” you commanded.

Immediately, he got down on his knees and draped your legs over his shoulders. Giving you one final smirk, he dove down into your soaking wet heat and started attacking it with his mouth.

Your mouth formed into an O-shape and you moaned loudly as his tongue ran all over your folds, and dove inside your core. His tongue moved back and forth, and twisted and turned inside of you. 

You let out a small whimper as his lips attached to your clit and harshly sucked on it. To be eaten out by Draco Malfoy is one honestly one of the greatest things life could give you. He was always so skillful, so good at it. He knew what you liked and what you didn’t. He knew where your weak spots were and how to control them without hurting you. 

“Augh, Draco! Oh, Draco.” you moaned out. He growled and attached his mouth to your core again. It was like he was making out with your pussy, and it felt damn good.

With one final thrust of his tongue inside you, he set your legs down and instead took your hands. He stood up and pulled you to your feet with him, though it was a little hard for you to stand because of what Draco had just done to you. 

Draco found a nearby chair and sat down in it, jerking himself off hard. All you could do was stand there and reach your hands down to touch yourself. 

“Come here.” he growled. 

You walked towards him and straddled him. He held his dick so that it was barely touching your entrance. You moved your hips over it, teasing him.

“Ride me (Y/N).” he commanded.

You instantly lowered yourself on top of him and began roughly bouncing yourself up and down on top of him with his hands on your hips.

“Urgh.” he groaned out

“You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N).” he growled, keeping his eyes on you. You moaned and kept bouncing on him.

Draco gave your ass a hard slap.

“Distracting me from my job. You bad girl. Augh!” he moaned out, slapping your ass again. You moaned loudly and changed direction, your hips swiveling instead of bouncing now. 

Draco squeezed his eyes shut and let his head fall back, moaning in ecstasy. 

You picked up his head and kissed him roughly on the mouth, your teeth biting down on his lower lip.

“Fuck me like the bad girl I am then.” you hissed against his mouth. 

He growled again and picked you up with him still inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips were still attacking each other when he pinned you against the side of the Vanishing Cabinet. 

Draco immediately began pounding into you. His thick, long, rock hard length pounded into your g-spot every time and you were helpless. Draco’s dick was absolutely destroying you and all you could do was dig your fingers into his shoulders and hold on for dear life.

“Oh, AUGH. DRACO. Oh fuck!” you screamed out. 

His lips attached to your chest, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting on the skin. One of your hands moved to his head and tugged lightly on his hair. 

After a while, your orgasms were starting to come to their climax.

“I’m gonna come.” he rasped out, his eyes trained on yours.

You nodded. “Same here.”


You nodded again and waited for him to tell you when.

"NOW.” he groaned out.

You both released at the same time, a long string of profanities and moans slipping out of your mouths. When it was over, he gently set you down. But instead of standing up, you fell to the floor immediately.

Draco managed to catch his breath in time to see you and burst out in laughter. 

You were still panting but nevertheless, you managed to speak.

“Jesus Christ, Draco!”

Draco kept laughing and helped you into the chair you had fucked him in only a few minutes ago. 

“I’m sorry, babe.” he said once you sat down, “I’m just really proud of myself right now.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned as you pulled him in for a firm kiss on his lips. 

“I am too.” you said once you pulled away, winking at him. 

Draco chuckled again and shook his head, turning to toss you your clothes and put on his. Once your clothes were back on each other’s bodies, you both continued on with your own work as if nothing happened. 

I am really happy Portugal won. Like the singer said, the contest should be about the music, not about glitter canons, weird dance moves, walls, … 

If I do read comments about Eurovision, especially from Americans, they believe Eurovision should be about glitter, … 

Actually, no it shouldn’t. There is a reason why Ireland won seven times. Artists like Johnny Logan, Michael Ball, Céline Dion, … were some of the contestants. But over the years the contest became more and more ridiculous. Yes, I do have a soft spot for Verka, for the Hard Rock Hallelujah guys, … But the fact they did so well resulted in each country overdoing other countries.

I can understand the reasoning of the monkey in the Italian acts (there is indeed a reason) but should the monkey really be there? Should there be horse head? Glitter Canons, moons, fireworks, … 


With only his voice Sobral brought me to Portugal. He would be able to give me the same feelings if he was now singing on stage in Kiev or singing in cafe in Porto. And that is what music should be about. Feelings.

And I am actually really happy Europe brought this message forth even amidst the ever present political voting system of some certain countries. 

And to say Eurovision did something weird today. It did not. It went back to it’s roots where it was about the songs and the voices and not the costumes, the acts, the wind or the smoke. 

for example

It is a disgrace Portugal stands now out because it decided not to go on the glitter tour!

I am also very proud with the fourth place for our Dame Blanche. She was really good tonight and started to shine on stage. So congrats. 

Not a big fan of the Bulgarian guy but he deserves his second place. 

And Moldovia … it is still the Eurovision of the 21th century :-D But it was Eurovision craziness which didn’t go over the top

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Do you have any Dom louis/ sub harry? :)

It’s My Pleasure to Introduce You

Louis cannot help himself. He stretches a bit so he can whisper in Harry’s ear, “That’s what I’d do to you, when you’re close to coming. Just think. You’ll be so overwhelmed but you won’t want it to end, not really, so I’ll switch it to the seventh setting, give you just a few seconds to catch your breath but then it’ll rock inside you, right against your spot, so hard you won’t be able to breathe, but before you can finally come it’ll stop again. How long do you think you could keep it there, just staying right on the edge?”

Switch Out the Batteries

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Sex dice?”

“Yup,” Louis nods. “You know the ones we sell, one die for a body part and the other for an action to perform on that… part.”

Head’s Under (Knee Deep Water)

They have barely gotten through the hotel room door when Harry can feel his mind start to shift, to calm with the knowledge of what is to come. He knows he needs this; Louis to take him down and carefully work him back up again. He knows how lucky he is to have a partner who loves him and who he trusts with his life to do so.

-Val :) x

The Top Ten Chaptered Harry/Louis Fics of 2014 (on AO3)

The top Chaptered Harry/Louis fics of 2014 on AO3, sorted by kudos on January 2, 2015.  Anything pre-2014 has been skipped, and I included fics that are part of a verse as  chaptered. :)

Top 10 Harry/Louis Fics altogether  Here  and The Top 10 Harry/Louis One Shots Here  other lists Here

 1.  Wear It Like A Crown by Zarah5

AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies.

 2.   Four’s Company by Vampire_angel_z

Short Summary: The alpha triplets need a mate. Louis is too perfect to be true.

3. Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes by Theboyfriendstagram

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

 Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

4.  And Then a Bit by Infinitelymint

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

5. You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.

Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently “not another surly teacher” meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin’s trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.

Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

Part 1 of the driving instructor fic series

6. It’s My Pleasure To Introduce You by LoadedGunn

Louis cannot help himself. He stretches a bit so he can whisper in Harry’s ear, “That’s what I’d do to you, when you’re close to coming. Just think. You’ll be so overwhelmed but you won’t want it to end, not really, so I’ll switch it to the seventh setting, give you just a few seconds to catch your breath but then it’ll rock inside you, right against your spot, so hard you won’t be able to breathe, but before you can finally come it’ll stop again. How long do you think you could keep it there, just staying right on the edge?”

“I couldn’t,” Harry whispers, definitely shivering now. “I just couldn’t tease myself like that, I’d have to touch my cock. If I wanted to… I’d need someone to do it for me.”

Louis slips his hands from Harry’s fingers to his wrist, where he clutches hard. “You would.”

Or, the AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

Part 1 of sex shop fic (dildornado ‘verse)

7.  We’ll Play Hide and Seek To Turn This Around (Give Me Love Like Never Before) by Wankerville

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

Part 1 of strawberry milk fic

8.  Empty Skies by Green_feelings

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream — making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.

9.  Reeling Through The Fall by Zarah5

AU. They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.

10. Give Me Truths by Iwillpaintasongforlou

‘Just like a little cat,’ Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. 'A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.’ It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all.
Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

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I’m Lovin It - embro (4k)

Harry works at the McDonald’s Drive Thru and Louis desperately tries to win him over with pranks.

we’re almost home tonight - underwaternow (6k)

Harry brings Ella home two weeks after the funeral, finally, once the solicitors have finished going through the papers and the social worker has deemed his house acceptable for a child. He straps her into the baby pack on his chest and makes four trips from the car to the house, bringing in her things, and then drops onto the sofa and sits her on his lap. She looks at him solemnly for thirty seconds, blinks once, and begins to cry.


as long as there’s christmas - soleilouis (4k)

louis and harry decide to spend part of their christmas holiday at disneyland. their kids could not be more pleased.

It’s My Pleasure To Introduce You - LoadedGunn (8k)

Louis cannot help himself. He stretches a bit so he can whisper in Harry’s ear, “That’s what I’d do to you, when you’re close to coming. Just think. You’ll be so overwhelmed but you won’t want it to end, not really, so I’ll switch it to the seventh setting, give you just a few seconds to catch your breath but then it’ll rock inside you, right against your spot, so hard you won’t be able to breathe, but before you can finally come it’ll stop again. How long do you think you could keep it there, just staying right on the edge?”

“I couldn’t,” Harry whispers, definitely shivering now. “I just couldn’t tease myself like that, I’d have to touch my cock. If I wanted to… I’d need someone to do it for me.”

Louis slips his hands from Harry’s fingers to his wrist, where he clutches hard. “You would.”

Or, the AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

Three Times Louis Thought About Proposing (and one time Niall did) - LoadedGunn (8k)

“I sincerely hope you like this arse, since you are now publicly tied to it.”

“I like it.” As always when Harry tells an intentionally funny one, Louis is caught off-guard by the punch-line. “And I’m gonna put a ring on it.”

+hold on to your stars before they fade - adelagia (31k)

The first time they meet, it is sunrise, and Harry is naked.

(Or, the one where Harry is a lost fairy, and Louis takes him in.)

the endless summer - sirensongs (18k)

Harry dreaded summer camp. Then he met his cabin-mates Niall and Liam, and he realized that maybe camp wouldn’t be too bad. However, it was when he set his sights on a brunette, stripe wearing counselor that he really realized camp wouldn’t be too bad at all.

+tied by miles - larrying (18k)

louis and harry are on opposites ends and somehow they meet somewhere in the middle.

or louis is gay, but denies it, and harry changes everything, literally.