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Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that he gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth tonight. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the cold floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more!


Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s orders wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he sure knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 


Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them "she’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this down over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.


After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment when he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.


If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now! He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone in his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?


baneismydragon  asked:

32 Ladrien

“I… I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” 

…Of all the things Adrien had expected when he’d asked his partner what was wrong, that hadn’t made it into the top fifty. It hadn’t even made it into the top hundred. Or the—

He swallowed. “W-what?”

Ladybug had her hands over her face, sprawled out on his bed where he’d put her in his attempts to play therapist for his stressed out friend. “I’m… I don’t… I love you.”

The leap Adrien’s heart gave rattled his teeth with the force of it.

“…Oh.”

She curled up on her side to face him, looking tiny and fragile and half-broken already, and said, in a funny, almost defeated tone, “I’m in love with you.”

Adrien didn’t realize he was reaching for her until her fist was fitting into the palm of his hand. One breath to steel himself, and…

“If… if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been in love with you… almost since I met you.”

She hiccuped a laugh and curled closer, opening her fist so she could twine her fingers with his.

There was a pause, and then: “What… what do I do with this?”

“With me or with you?”

“With me,” she whispered half to him and half to the night. “It’s… it’s so much. What do I do with all of this?”

“Well,” said Adrien, because his heart was in his mouth and he couldn’t feel his legs, but he still knew what it was like to be there, and knew how much he would have given for a confidant at the beginning of it all, “I mean, usually people do stuff like… date, or something. K-kiss and… spend time together.”

It took seven (loud, erratic) thumps of his heart for her to respond.

“That’s… simple.”

The dubiousness in her voice startled a laugh out of him, through the too-tight knot of emotion in his throat. “Not like I’d know or anything.”

“Hm,” said Ladybug, at a timbre that told him that if he could see her, she’d be bright red by now.

“Say, Ladybug…”

“Yeah?”

He grinned down at her through the dark and squeezed her fingers. “Wanna go on a date?”

He only counted six heartbeats this time, and then she shifted and there was something warm and damp pressing to his knuckles and— had she just kissed his hand?!

“Sounds like a plan, mon minou,” she murmured, low and sultry and rolling and mind-blowing and—

“Great,” said Adrien, very, very faintly, and sagged against his headboard, feeling smoke pour out of his ears.

…It was maybe occurring to him that, for all that he’d hoped and wished and prayed that Ladybug would one day return his feelings, he might not actually survive the reality of it.

Short Skirts

Hello!! This is sorta short, and if you want, I’ll continue it?? But it’s basically just little drabble about the reader teasing Tom all day and him getting frustrated! I hope you like it, and once again, if you want me to continue it, lemme know!📖💐
Short Skirts
She’d been killing him all day. Her skirt was barely long enough to cover her bum, and as a matter of fact, every time the damned wind blew, he and every other male in the vicinity, would be able to spot the soft, baby blue lace of her underwear. Not to mention, her legs looked soft and he’d gladly die right there and then if it meant that he could slide in between them once more.
The shirt she had picked out in the morning to wear out had dipped low. He glanced at the silky flesh of her chest and thought about how, just a few nights ago, he had peppered her clavicle with love bites and touched her until her breathing came out in only quiet pants.
She’d also become more handsy with him. Usually, she was shy and a little reserved, even when they were alone. Like, if they were out in public, he’d have to grab her hand to hold or pull her towards him to give her a quick kiss on the forehead if he desired her affection. Not today.
Today, when they’d walked down to the local coffee house to grab a coffee, she had leaned into him in line and stood up on her tip toes to kiss the base of his jaw. Once they had retrieved their coffee and sat down to sip it and share their breakfast, she had moved to sit on his side of the booth and cuddled up underneath his arm. Her legs had somehow ended up being placed over his own and Tom had a clear view up her skirt. He tried to be a gentleman, really, and not look, but he couldn’t help it.
Her doe eyes and fluttering lashes didn’t help his situation much either. Nor did the way she kept looking at him.
“Are you alright there, darling?” Tom questioned her, his eyebrows raised after he caught her looking up at him through her lashes when they went out for lunch. Her teeth sunk down on her bottom lip and she smiled up at him.
“Course I am, silly, why wouldn’t I be?” She questioned him, placing a barely there hand on his thigh and shuffling closer to him in their booth.
Tom sucked in a breath and grabbed his water and took a desperate drink. He truly wasn’t sure if she was behaving this way to get a rise out of him, or if she was merely trying to get over her shyness about public displays of affection.
He shook his head, “no reason, no reason.” Tom went back to picking at his fries, hoping to shake off the feelings he’d had for her all day.
She kissed his neck and began rubbing her hand gently up and down Tom’s leg.
His hand froze and he dropped his fry, “what are you doing? Are you trying to give me heart attack?” He attempted to joke. Tom winced as his voice cracked at the end.
“I’m no doing anything, I’m just having lunch with my boyfriend, who I haven’t seen in a long, long while.” Tom made the mistake of glazing down at her just as she blinked her eyes up at him.
He swore under his breath. “You’re going to fucking kill me. We’re getting the check and going home.”

Studying? I think not/// Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Studying? I think not//Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Word count: 2008

Warnings: full on smut


(Y/N)’s p.o.v

I anxiously bit my lip, today was the day Ethan was coming back from playlist.

He offered for me to go with him but I turned him down, I had to stay here and deal with school, it was currently midterm week and I needed to study.

I had recently finished my first five test, Writing, Reading, history and Science. I now had to take my Latin and math one, the two I knew I would fail.

I mean I’m not bad at math it’s just not my strong suit, and neither is Latin.

I texted Ethan and told him about it and he told me as soon as he unpacked he would come over and help me study. But little did I know he had other plans.

“Hey babe” Ethan said kissing the side of my head. I smiled.

“Hey” I mumbled while wrapping my arms around him, he was like a huge teddy bear.

“Alright, let’s get started” he said.

I pulled out my Latin binder, Latin worksheets, Latin translations, and Latin textbook.

Ethan rubbed the side of his head, “why didn’t you pick Spanish”

I rolled my eyes “I didn’t pick Spanish because I can’t make a decision until high school, I’m still in eighth grade remember?”

Ethan only sighed and got in a comfortable position on my bed.

“Let’s start with translating some sentences then we can work on Roman numerals and derivatives” Ethan said looking through my stuff. I nodded my head.

“Alright can you translate this sentence ‘ubi est nilus fluvius?’ ”

I smiled “easy, where is the Nile river”

Ethan smiled “correct, ok next sentence 'Africa et Europa in Rheni fluminis’”

“The Rhine river is not in Africa but Europe” i responded.

“Correct babygirl”

Ethan leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I giggled and pulled away.

“Come on lover boy, you said you would help me study, not make out with me”

“But I prefer this much more” he mumbled on my lips.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Come on, the faster we get threw this, the more time we’ll have together to do what you want”

He only sighed and we continued practicing Translations.

“Ok, we’ve gone threw almost 90 translations, can we move onto Roman numerals and derivatives?” Ethan asked.

“Yup” he opened my binder and flipped to the second column and opened the rings to take out my derivative and Roman numerals worksheet.

“Ok, so when i say the number in Latin, say it in English and name one derivative, ok?” He explained.

I nodded, “seams simple enough”

“Alright, unum”

“The number is one and a derivative could be unison”

“Duo”

“The number is two and a derivative is duplex”

“Quinque”

“Five, quintet”

“Sex”

“Six, sextuplets”

We went on and stoped at thirty.

“Alright I think your in pretty good shape (y/n)”

I blushed, “thanks, now. Time for math”.

I reached over for my bag and pulled out the algebra textbook and my notebook.

“I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slope intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing”

Ethan’s p.o.v

I watched as she grabbed her backpack and took out her textbook and notebook, she looked so pretty.

Her hair was up in a high ponytail and some strands of hair had fallen out. She was wearing my oversized sweatshirt that I had left here a before I left for playlist. She had paired the sweatshirt with some shorts.

Her mouth was open and words were coming out but I couldn’t focus on them, I was too busy checking her out.

“Hellooo, earth the Ethan?” (y/n) said whiles snapping her fingers in front of my face.

“Mhhh, what as that?” I asked.

(y/n) rolled her eyes “I said, I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slop intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing” she repeated.

I nodded “ok, let’s get started”

I took her textbook and opened it to a bookmarked page that was highlighted with different colors and little notes on the margin.

I then opened up her notebook to the first page and see a bunch of notes. Something’s were highlighted and there were notes on the side just like her textbook.

“Why do you highlight things and write notes everywhere?”

“The highlighters all have their own meaning. Yellow means I totally understand what I’m learning, pink means I I’m completely lost, and orange means I somewhat get it. The notes are supposed to help me when we take open book quizzes” she said sheepishly.

“I got the idea from teen wolf, remember? You were there. We were cuddling on my bed while catching up on the series because I wanted to and you agreed to it for some odd reason, stiles was helping malia study and he asked her why she highlighted things” she continued on.

I nodded my head remembering. “Does it help you?”

“Yeah, it works out perfectly. I stay after school and get help with the stuff that are pink”

I sighed. “Ok, well les get to work”

I skimmed threw her textbook and saw some practice Problems that she had highlighted pink.

“Ok (y/n) what are the two slope equations that you have to know?”

“Umm, y=mx+b and y1-y=m(x-x1)?”

“You partially got it right the second formula is y-y1=m(x-x1)”

She nodded and i looked at her notebook and asked her.

“How do you find slope?”

“You have to have your y and x axis graphed then you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you have your slope”

I nodded “you got it right, let’s try a problem”

“Ok”

“Passes through (-2,5) and (3,9)”

“Ok so first you have to find the slope so you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you get 4/5 as your slope, then you fill in the numbers and it will be y-5=4/5(x-(-2))”

I smiled “yup, your so smart baby girl” I cooed.

She only blushed and looked down I chuckled at her.

“Ok time for graphing, state the x and y intercepts for the function, then graph the function”

(y/n) reached over and grabbed her graphing book.

“The function is 2x - 3y = 6, solve it”

(y/n) waisted no time. She quickly jotted down the function and stared plugging in numbers for each side to find x and y. When she did she bit down on her pencil and furrowed her eyebrows obviously confused. She then erased half of her work and plugged in zero to see where that would get her, after she did that she found the intercepts and graphed the function.

She handed me the notebook and I looked down at her work, it was messy but clean and the same time. I checked the work and handed it back and nodded my head.

We continued to study until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“(y/n) we’ve went over everything, your so smart you need to have faith in yourself babygirl”

She nodded and rubbed her eyes.

“Now, time to have fun” i smirked.

I started to take all of her books, papers, and binders off of her bed so that it was just me and her.

I gently pushed her so she was laying down on the bed and started leaving wet butterfly kisses from up her neck to her lips.

She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me harder. She wrapped her legs around my waist.


We continued kissing for a while before I pulled away to take off my shirt and 'her’ sweatshirt.

I looked at her and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I let out a low growl and mumbled 'fuck’.

She blushed and covered her chest.

“Don’t babygirl, your beautiful” I said while unraveling her arms from her chest.

I leaned down and left love bites on her collarbone. I didn’t leave a lot, I knew she didn’t like it when I left them out in the open, she would get in trouble for it.

I took her right breast into my hand and sucked on it. I bit down on her nipple and it turned into a hard bud. I did this to the other breast.

I then moved down and teasingly started to pull off her shorts. She whined at my slow pace and took matters into her own hands and ripped off her shorts

I smirked. Only I had this effect on her.

I sucked in a harsh breath when I saw her white lace underwear. I could feel myself hardening even more.

I took off her underwear and placed my head in between her legs and placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs.

I stopped when my lips met her heat. I inhaled and kissed her clit. She moaned my name and fisted the sheets.

I then stuck my tongue inside her and moved it around a little. I then brought up my hand and stuck in my index finger.

“Ethan” (y/n) moaned. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head in deeper. I grabbed her hands and placed them back down. And started going faster making (y/n) squirm, moan, and play with my hair.

“Ethan, I-I-I’m going to-”

“I got you babygirl” my pace fastened and (y/n) arched her back and came in my mouth and hand. I swallowed it all and licked her clean. I then sucked off the rest of her juices that was on my hand.

I stood and took off my pants and boxers my member sprung up and hit my stomach. (y/n) got up and sat on the edge of her bed and took my length into her hands.

She licked the tip and slowly slid it into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she wrapped her fingers around and massaged.

“Mhhh, babygirl right there I said while wrapping her hair around my hands and pushing my length farther into her mouth.

She started bobbing her head up and down. I moaned and released into her mouth.

She swallowed it all and I picked her up and placed her on the bed and positioned myself at her entrance.

"Ready babygirl?” She nodded her head in respons. I slowly slid myself in and waited for her to get used to my size. When she did I started going faster.

“Mghhh, Ethan fatserrr” I oblige and went faster slamming in and out of her.

“Princess I’m going to come”

“Me too”

“On the count of three, ok?”

“Ok”

I got in a few more thrust before I pulled out and came on her stomach.

I got off of her bed and went into her bathroom and got some paper napkins and went back to her room to wipe off the seamen that was on her stomach.

“I love you” I cooed before kissing her lips

“I love you t-”

“(y/n), honey are you home?”

(y/n) and I looked at each other at he sound of her moms voice. We shot up and quickly put on our cloths.

I opened her window and she sprayed some of her perfume. We jumped on her bed and I grabbed some flashcards from the floor and fixed my hair.

“What’s osmosis?” I questioned just as her mom opened her door.

“(y/n) what have I told you about closing the door when you have Ethan over? This door is to stay open. Okay?” Her mom said.

(y/n) smiled and nodded “alright mom”

“Hello Ethan”

I smiled and waved “hey Mrs. (y/l/n)”

Her mom smiled and walked out he door. (y/n) and I let out sighs and fell back on her bed.

“That was close” I mumbled.

3

GOT7 Invited To The Cookout

When they arrived, they were automatically lit just like they said they would be. you were surprised, because you thought they that would be scared to show their true colors in front of all these people.

“y/n!” they hopped out of the truck and ran over to you.

they pulled you in the center and group hugged you in front of everyone. “stop embarrassing me!” you shouted.

you backed away from them and fixed your clothes. then, you checked out each of their outfits. they looked good, so you told them which only gassed them up.

a few minutes later, everyone except yugyeom was spread out talking to your people. he was kind of shy so he decided to stick around with you.

“this is my song.” his eyes widened when a Chris brown song started to play.

“then dance. my cousins would love it if you showed their uncoordinated asses how to dance.” you started to call for your cousins to come over.

“no no no no!” he semi whispered to you and when they started to come over, he froze.

“yeah?” they said in unison.

“take him…and dance. he said this is his song and don’t y'all like this song?” you asked them.

“you know we do cuz!” one of them started dancing…off beat.

yugyeom held in his laughter and looked down at you. “you were right.” he said in korean causing the several young kids in front of you to freak.

“what did he just say?”

“he said that you all look cool.” you lied.

“alright tall asian guy, come show us what you got.” they took him away.

“alright…” you said to yourself. you scanned the huge crowd of people in your backyard until you spotted jackson and mark going into your house. you decided to quietly follow behind them and see what they were up to.

once they got to the kitchen, they stopped. “i’m so hungry. you think y/n’s got any snacks?” jackson asked mark.

“you know her fat ass has snacks!” mark nudged him and looked around until he spotted you.

“pstt.” he signaled for jackson to turn around and once he did, his jaw drooped. “you didn’t hear that did you?”

“i did.” you pretended to cry.

“oh noo…! we’re sorry.” mark ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, jackson quickly following.

“fuck off!” you pushed them off of you and covered your laughing face. “and you’re at a cookout! why the hell are y'all looking for snacks?!”

“we haven’t eaten in hours.” jackson pouted.

you shook your head and told them to follow you to your room where you hid your snacks. “don’t tell the others about this or i’ll kill you both.”

“yeah yeah yeah..” mark said with a mouth full of chips.

“i love you y/n. you keep me fed girl.” jackson bit his honey bun and pretended to wipe a fake tear.

“hey i love her to!” mark scoffed at jackson.

“there’s enough of me to go around.” you stuck out your tongue and stood up. “let’s go…the boys must be looking for us by now.”

the three of you exited the house and went back to doing random things with random people in your backyard. that is until, you saw bambam and left them for him. he was being lit with the elder people.

“what’s that? ain’t that thing the dab?” your half drunk uncle asked him.

“yes! can you do it?!” bam asked him, almost falling out of his seat.

he got up just in time to dab when the beat dropped, earning him an audience. mostly everyone except those who were tending to the grills and the women in the kitchen.

“what the hell.” jaebum said while he and jinyoung stood on each side of you.

“i know, now he’s got my whole family dabbing. shit we’re probably gonna take a family picture where everyone has to be dabbing in it now.” you face palmed yourself since what you said wasn’t a joke and most likely a fact.

you walked away from the crowd looked around for youngjae. he had greeted you when he first got here but that was the last time you saw him. you were getting a little worried until you found him.

he was at the cotton candy machine with one of your aunts that went to church everyday of the week even if it wasn’t open, singing along to a gospel song that you had no idea he knew with her.

“y/n why didn’t you tell me you had friends that could sing? his voice…is soulful.” she placed her hand on his shoulder and complimented him a thousand times on his voice. he damn sure needed them, his self esteem was so damn low.

“hello to you to a/n.” you hugged her and took a cotton candy stick from the cart. “i was just checking on you jae.”

“alright thanks for caring about me y/n, i love you.” he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“oohh imma tell your momma! you get down like that?” your aunt put her hand on her hip and smirked at youngjae and you.

“it’s not what it looks like..seriously. it’s always like this…with all of them cause i’m like their little sister.” you defended yourself.

“she’s right.” youngjae said while he put his hand on top of your head.

“mhmm.” she said while squinting her eyes, she wasn’t gonna believe you.

then, she pulled her phone out and turned to another gospel song. “you know this one baby?” she put the phone close to youngjae’s ear.

“yes ma'am.” he said right before he started singing the song.

it was your cue to go.

“yugy yummy!” you shouted over at the ‘tall asian guy’ who seemed to be more comfortable around your cousins than he was earlier.

he high fived every single kid which took about two minutes before coming over to you.

“yeah?” he put his hands on his hips and looked down at you.

“you’re having fun?” you asked him.

“yeah, thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” he lifted one side of your hair up and let it fall which made you giggle.

“your comfort zone? what comfort zone did i push you out of?” you asked.

“you know…i like being under you.” he swayed from side to side, something he always did when he got tired of standing.

“the food is ready!” someone yelled.

you grabbed yugyeom’s hand and rushed past people to the food. “you’re that hungry?” he asked.

“no but you’ll thank me for this later.” with as many cookouts that you’ve been to, you knew that when the food was ready, you had to go. if you weren’t quick enough, something good would be gone.

after you fixed both yugyeom’s and your plate, you headed to your room where you told the others to meet you.

“y/n there was no more soda.” bambam frowned.

“yeah, seriously those people know how to drink.” jaebum shook his head.

“i’m thirsty!” jackson exclaimed.

“alright i’ll be back, and don’t touch my food.”

you went to the kitchen and took out a kool-aid packet and sugar. you grabbed a pitcher from the cabinet and did what you usually did. you were the one who made the kool-aid at dinner time cause yours was the best. hopefully, the boys would like it.

“y/n..” yugyeom’s shy voice replaced the silence.

“ye-” you paused when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled himself closer to you. “yugyeom…what are you doing?”

“shh.” he rested his chin on your shoulder and closed his eyes. “just continue doing what you were doing.”

you were froze, still processing what was going on. it took you about a whole minute to realize that you weren’t dreaming and that this was really happening. he wasn’t moving, the only time he moved was when he tightened his grip on you.

“you’re weird yugyeom.” you continued stirring.

“i’m weird for liking you?” he basically confessed.

“what? you like me? is this a joke? are y'all playing truth or dare or something?” you put the cap on the pitcher and wiggled out of his hold.

“no…why would i joke around and say that i like you y/n? i…really like you.” you grabbed eight plastic cups and handed yugyeom the pitcher.

“alright..since when?” you asked.

“i’m not saying all of that until you tell me how you feel about me.” he bit down on his lip, hoping that you would say that you like him too.

you took in a deep breath. now was your turn to confess. it couldn’t be too weird now…since he feels the same way.

“i like you too.” you finally said it.

yugyeom looked down and attempted to hide his broad smile. he must’ve forgotten that you were shorter than him, so you saw all of his blushing when you looked up.

“did you tell her?” you heard jinyoung ‘quietly’ ask yugyeom which made your jaw drop.

“y'all knew?” you pointed between yugyeom and you.

“i mean..y'all are fucking obvious.” mark said.

“yugyeom was literally staring at your ass the other day and you knew it but you didn’t say anything becau-”

“yeah okay anyways i brought something to drink!” you cut jackson off.

you handed everyone a cup and poured them their drinks, including yourself. you sat between yugyeom and youngjae while they chugged their drinks down..well all of them did.

“y/n tell me what this is so i can buy it and drink it for the rest of my life.” jinyoung said while he moaned into his cup.

“this is so sweet and you know i love my sugar y/n what is this?!” bambam added on to jinyoung’s question.

“it’s called kool-aid and i made it.” you said with pride.

“no you didn’t. you can’t even make a sandwich.” jaebum laughed…by himself.

“why are you like this hyung?” yugyeom asked him.

“hmm this’ll be your last time drinking it jaebum. i was gonna bring some to the dorm faithfully but you fucked it up.” you shrugged.

“fuck!” mark cursed and slammed his hand on the floor. everyone else but jaebum followed.

“okay okay im sorry. y/n please bring your sweet juices to dee dorm faithfully.” he apologized and bowed down before you.

“alright peasant.” you giggled.

the eight of you finished up your food and drinks then, headed back outside to enjoy the last hour of the cookout.

in overall the boys had fun and found their new favorite drink thanks to you. you and yugyeom started dating. and bambam is still dabbing.

Cynco is botching so many romance tropes and I love it so much. 

Love at first sight? No first date. Trial by combat.

She won’t admit her feelings? No romantic set-up and leading her into a kiss. She grabs his squishy face in her own two hands and macks on him. The scene set-up is Justice. 

She decides she’s not in the place for flirting right now? No trails of “oh, come ooon” or “but last time”. He steps off like a gentleman and verbally admits his own potential fault.

A rescues B from near-death and they fall off/into something? No landing on each other for a sexy set-up (this time). He falls down a freaking stair case and is given the cinematographic low-ground when he doesn’t thank her right away.

[Hurting] 11th Doctor x Reader

Prompt: @ollybear​ requested: Can you do an 11doctor x reader where they are in a relationship they get in a huge fight after she sees amy kissing the doctor.

Word Count: 820

Warnings: Slight angst

I am so incredibly sorry for how late this is! This is my first fanfic, so feedback is appreciated!
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You frowned when you saw Amy Pond start to get a little friendlier than you’re comfortable with, with the Doctor, your Doctor.

You had been his companion for quite a long time, meeting him after his previous companion at the time, Martha Jones, had decided to leave the TARDIS. You found that something had just clicked between you two and after that, a few shared moments here and there, and a lot of Donna’s attempts at setting you two up later, eventually the Doctor confessed his feelings to you and took you on a wonderful first date. You had a picnic in the TARDIS, and he had set her drifting in the Medusa Cascade. But after he regenerated; it was like he was a whole different person. He was Of course, you wanted to get to know him again, his quirks, his personality. But the one thing you did know was that you still love him deeply.

When he had regenerated, they had met Amelia Pond, a sweet 9-year-old girl. But that was 14 years ago. Now she’s all grown up and trying to woo the Doctor with flirty comments and innuendos.  

 Amy had now moved right next to the Doctor and was starting to come on to him, in a seductive nature. You watched behind the TARDIS door as Amy tried to straddle the Doctor to her bed, but he pulled back and clambered of the foot railing. You were about to intervene when Amy slammed the Doctor in front of the TARDIS door, shutting it, and started kissing him. 

 You huffed as you tried to get the door open, but gave up knowing it was useless. You had had enough of Amy’s behaviour and stormed off to your room, slamming the door, while telling the TARDIS to “not let the Doctor in, under any circumstances.” 

 By now, tears had started forming in the corners of your eyes, and you tried to blink them back. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the Doctor, it’s that you didn’t really know this Doctor. If it had been your Doctor, you’d have known that the kiss meant nothing to him. But now? He could still be snogging Amy right now. And the thought of that killed you.

 ~0~ 

 The Doctor tried to pry Amy’s hands of his arms, and shoved her back. 

“But you’re human!” he pushed her back as she tried to kiss him again,“You’re Amy! You’re getting married in the morning! I have a girlfriend!” 

“Well neither of them have to know,” she grinned, and tried to move towards him again, but when the Doctor started to move back slowly, her grin faltered. 

“Girlfriend… “ He muttered, and a horrible thought struck him, you must have heard the whole thing, or worse… you saw them, and just assumed the worst. 

 “Doctor?” Amy frowned, her confidence shaken. This wasn’t what people usually do when she kisses them.

 The Doctor flung the TARDIS door open, and raced straight towards your room when he saw that you weren’t in the control room. It was incredibly hard to find your room, since the TARDIS kept changing the corridors, always leading him back to the control room. 

 “Please,” he tried to reason, as he looked at the rotor, but the TARDIS just let out a angry hum, lights flashing red, and blaring the alarm in the control room, “I just want to talk to her, please.” 

 The TARDIS paused, as if she were contemplating, but ended up giving a softer hum this time, and led him to your room. 

~0~ 

 You had started to calm down and the tears were starting to stop. You cursed under your breath when you heard a knock at your door.

 “Can I come in?” The Doctor didn’t even give you time to respond, and opened the door anyways. 

“You have to have known that she kissed me.” He said in a low tone.

 “I don’t know, do I?” you said bitterly, “It seems like I hardly know you at all these days.” 

“Is there something wrong?” He said, harsher than he’d meant. “Well, something clearly isn’t right.” You shot back. 

“What’s the real problem? You’ve never reacted this way before,” he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair, “You’ve always trusted me, because you know I would never do that to you.” 

“The old you would have never,” you breathed out, but he heard you clearly. 

“What?” 

 “How am I supposed to trust you, when I don’t even know you!” You almost laughed. 

“What do you mean know me?” He said, confused, and realisation hit him, “Oh… That’s what this is about.” 

“I know, I know, it’s stupid.” You sniffled a bit, feeling the tears starting to come back. 

 The Doctor’s gaze softened, and he reached up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

 “I’m still the same man, just a different face,” he said, smiling sadly, “I’m still the man you love.” You nuzzled into his neck, nodding, and the tears had started to fall again. 

“But it still hurts.”

Intelligence Isn't Everything

Reid x reader


“Y/N! Wait up…..”

Y/N slowed her pace slightly but not much, allowing her colleague to catch up.

“Christ, for someone in heels you can sure walk fast,” Spencer commented, falling in step besides her as they made their way back to the BAU headquarters.

“Yes, well. I’m cold and I want to get back to the others,” her long hair caught on the breeze and she pulled her jacket tighter.

“Well we’d still be with the others if you’d accepted that I was right about the case.”

Never. Not when Y/N knew she was right. And on this occasion, she definitely was. But Spencer kept pushing it, insisting she was wrong about a small detail from a case that they’d covered four months ago. She should have let it slide but she couldn’t. She was fed up of him always being the golden boy, the genius. She was just as smart, her IQ only being a few points lower than his. Yet the team had all sided with Reid, everyone except Garcia who had backed her up.
And so what was meant to be a fun night out after work, with drinks and dancing, had turned into a full on debate between Y/N and Reid, and now the two were heading back to work to find out which one of them was correct.

Some would have called the pair of them stubborn mules. And she could bet that the team were laughing at their inability to drop the discussion and to agree to disagree until the next day. Still, they’d be back there soon enough, and she couldn’t wait to gloat. She was certain on this one.

They entered the building and Y/N headed straight for the elevator, frowning when she saw her tall, messy haired colleague heading for the stairs that led to the basement. She whistled to get his attention.
“Oi. So called genius. Where are you going?”

“Down to the records room,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“But it’ll be quicker to check on the computers?”

“Quicker yes. But Penelope was backing you up and I know she can remote access the servers. I’m not having her logging in and changing this just so you can feign victory.”

“Oh my God. You have that low an opinion of me that you’d think I’d get her to do that?”

Reid shrugged, “I just want absolute proof that I’m right here, so there can be no question.”

“Fine,” Y/N crossed the room to the basement door and followed him down the stairs and into the basement, muttering obscenities under her breath.

They reached the records room and flicked the lights on, shutting the door behind them and surveying the rows and rows of filing cabinets and storage boxes in front of them. Y/N spied an empty desk pushed against a wall and went and hopped up on it, settling herself back to wait.

“Are you not going to help me find the file?” Spencer asked.

She shook her head. “Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ loudly. “File I want is upstairs on a computer, easily accessible. You wanted to come down here, you find it.”

She watched him roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath which sound very much like “Ane.“

“Did you just call me an ass…. In school boy French?” Y/N was shocked, Spencer rarely insulted his team mates. And using french was just yet another way of him trying to show his intelligence off to her.

He stood staring at the files, trying to work out logically, where the one he wanted would be. Deciding, he opened a cabinet and started sifting through.

“Maybe.”

“Oh grow up, Spencer.”

“Oh cos I’m the one being a child here?”

“Yes! Because I certainly aren’t. You couldn’t let this drop, you kept insisting and insisting that I was wrong. You belittle me all the fucking time, Reid. And quite frankly, it pisses me off. You’re not the only intelligent person here. You talk down to the others too, but they all think that the sun shines out of your ass crack for some fucking reason.”

He sniggered and kept searching through the folders.

“It’s not funny, Spencer. Do you know how many times I’ve been tempted to put my transfer papers in because you make me feel so small and pointless? I was hired for a reason, because I’m good at my job. Because I came top of my class in cal-tech, the second highest graduating marks in the history of that class. Second to yours of course. I should have realised that that was how my career would go as well. Always second best to the boy wonder.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the others consult my opinion first,” he discarded a pile of files onto the floor, searching further.

“No, but you could shut your mouth and stopped interrupting me when I actually start speaking first. Nine times out of ten, you jump in with exactly what I was going to say. And everyone then thinks that it was your fucking breakthrough. Why can’t you just let me have it for once?”

“Because you have everything else… And my intelligence is ALL I have!” he sounded exasperated, as if it were obvious.

“Excuse me?” Y/N stared at him confused. “I have everything else? How exactly? What do I have that you don’t?”

“Erm, A social life outside of the BAU. Parents that are still together. I bet you weren’t bullied and teased all the way through high school either, you had to have been one of the popular girls with how good looking you are.”

“So you hate me because I have friends any family? And because you think I’m attractive?” Y/N was shaking her head know. “Spencer that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard.”

“It might be to you, but it’s not too me. My intelligence is all I have.”

“Sure sure… Cos you’re definitely not 6ft 1 with a sexy combination of hair, eyes and bone structure that most people would kill for.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re so blind sometimes Reid, it’s ridiculous. I literally don’t think I can work around you anymore. I’m gonna ask for a transfer on Monday.”

She started to walk towards the door, intending on leaving. She no longer cared about who was right or wrong here she just wanted to out.

“Wait!” Spencer sounded stricken and Y/N stopped and turned.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t want you to leave the team. You are…. You’re good at your job. And maybe…. Alright maybe I AM a bit too pushy and forward with my opinions sometimes. Just… I can’t help it. But I’ll try okay.”

Wow. An apology. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes blazing. Well… He’d apologised. That was a first.

“You’ll get over the ‘hating me cos I’m beautiful’ thing?” Y/N made air quotation marks with her fingers.

“I’ll try… ”

“Fine. Let’s just go. I need a drink.”

“But I found the file? Don’t you wanna know who was right?” he waved the manila folder at Y/N and she considered her options, deciding that yes, she did still want to know. She nodded and he opened the file, quickly scanning to the information they were both craving.

That was one thing he could do which she couldn’t. Speed read. And it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Well?” She placed her hands on her hips, watching as his eyes flickered to hers and then down to the paper. Looking back up at her, he fixed a grin on his face and announced.

“I’m right!” Spencer closed the file and went to slide it back into place.

“Really? I was so…. sure?” Y/N felt confusion and then idiocy. She’d argued this point for two hours. And she was wrong? Bringing her eyes to his face, she studied his face, detecting a small flicker.

“Lemme see,” she held out her hand.

“No. You don’t need to, I’ve checked and told you. I’m right.”

Y/N lunged for the folder, now certain that he was lying to her. Ripping it out of his hands, she quickly flicked through it, finding the information she needed.

“You absolute shit, Spencer Reid. Even after apologising to me, you still can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

She closed the folder, breathing deeply to calm herself down and slotting the folder back into its place, seeing her colleague now red faced. He’d been caught and he didn’t know what to say.

“Sorry?”

Remembering his schoolboy French from earlier, Y/N decided to try some of her own.
“Vouz avez plein de merde,“ she told him, shaking her head.
“Vas te faire encule,” he shot back, immediately looking ashamed at what he said.

Y/N arched her eyebrows and laughed, “You fucking wish, Spencer Reid. You fucking wish.”

His eyes grew wide at her comment, and he licked his lip. She laughed again and went to walk away but felt him grab her arm and pull her back, his eyes suddenly intense.

“I do, actually. That’s part of the problem.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped, quickly replaying the conversation in her head and making sure she’d heard what she had. Spencer’s breathing was slightly ragged and she felt very warm all of a sudden.

The English of what he’d said to her would be ‘Fuck You’.

Before she even knew what she what she was doing, Y/N had pressed herself against her colleague, gripping his perpetually crooked tie and tugging his face down to hers, kissing him.

Her senses seemed to explode with wanting as their lips moved against each other, their arms quickly moving to each others torsos and running over the other persons body.

Fuck. This was such a cliché, the ‘I hate you but I actually just really wanna fuck you senseless’ but it definitely explained a few things. And she was going with it.

Spencer’s mouth pressed harder against hers, sucking her bottom lip in between hers as his hands slipped underneath her jacket, quickly tugging her shirt loose from her skirt and pushing his hands underneath the soft material of her work shirt. Y/N’s lips parted in a moan as his warm fingers danced over the skin of her lower back. Taking advantage of her opened mouth, Spencer used that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, gently searching for her tongue with his.

‘Who the fuck knew the boy wonder could kiss like this’ Y/N thought to herself as she caressed the back of his neck with one hand, the other sliding down his back and over his ass, feeling the firm muscle of it. He let out his own groan as she cupped his butt and simultaneously hit a sensitive area on his neck.

Ugh.. That sound.

His voice may irritate her when he constantly tried to correct her, but my god he had a sexy groan. Low and guttural, raw passion.

She felt herself being walked backwards, feeling the ridge of the desk she’d been sat on earlier hitting against her thighs. Spencer pressed his body against Y/N’s, her almost gasping as she felt how hard he was, nudging against her.

Oh fuck.

Feeling THAT sparked a burning passion deep inside of her, more ferocious than it already was. Her hands went to his shirt, tugging at it, her nift fingers undoing his buttons quickly. Spencer mirrored her actions, although he wasn’t as graceful and nearly pulled a button off as he hurried to undo her shirt. The buttons undone, he pulled the two sides of the fabric apart, splaying his hands on her tummy and breaking the kiss to gaze down at her chest.

Y/N was breathing heavily, her breasts jiggling slightly in her bra with each deep breath she took.

“Fuuuuck… ” he groaned out, licking his lips hungrily. Spencer’s hands ran down over her butt, pulling up the fabric of her skirt and exposing her black panties and hose. She kicked off her heels as his fingers searched for the edge of the panty hose, tugging them and the underwear down her legs and off onto the floor, before he bent his knees and lifted her onto the desk.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, using them to pull him to her. They both reached for his buckle at the same time, their hands knocking against each other as they worked it loose. The buckle undone, Y/N leant back slightly, watching as Spencer quickly unzipped his pants. She bit her lip, feeling heat pooling between her thighs.

His pants undone, Spencer pressed himself to her again, grinding lightly against her centre. She needed him inside and she needed him now. Long drawn out foreplay was not going to cut it here. She used her hands to push his trousers and briefs down and off his, watching his erection spring free.

“Do we need anything… ” came his whisper, the first words they’d said to each other.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, her words a rasp in her throat. That was all the encouragement he needed and his positioned himself quickly, pushing inside her slit.

They both gasped as they adjusted to each other, and then Spencer began to move against her, the desk knocking against the wall behind them with each thrust. Y/N locked her legs around his waist tightly, squeezing him as he gripped the table with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Jesus fuck… ” she gasped as his long fingers dug into her hip, his head lowering to her neck to lick and nip at the skin there as he thrust into her hard and fast.

She could feel pleasure building as the records room as was filled with the sounds of their grunting, the banging of the desk against the wall like a pendulum. Her hand slipped between them, rubbing herself where he wasn’t, the two sensations together making her almost dizzy.

It didn’t take long for them both to finish, surprisingly within seconds of each other. Y/N’s shudders obviously spurring him on,
Spencer thrust hard and deep before letting out his own loud groan and releasing himself.

His movements came to a slow as Y/N unhooked her legs from his waist, shakily lowering them and wincing as she felt his come start to trickle out of her and onto the desk.

He pulled away completely and hurriedly stuffed himself back into his underwear, pulling his pants back up and collecting Y/N’s hose and panties from the floor. He handed them to her, not quite meeting her eyes.
She separated the two garments, pulling the panties on and then balling up the hose to wipe the residue from between her legs and off the desk as she hopped down and redressed herself quickly. Slipping into her heels and smoothing her hair, she cleared her throat.

“So…. Erm. That was interesting.”

“Yep. Very…. ” Spencer sounded lightly strained, as if he didn’t know what to say or do. This was new territory for the both of them, randomly hooking up with a colleague.

“Guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?”

“I never hated you, Y/N… But erm.. Yeah. I never expected that to happen when we came down here tonight.”

“Me neither…But erm.. That was fun. Thanks…?” Y/N cringed at how awkward she sounded.

“Yes…erm thanks.”

The pair hurriedly put the room back to how they’d found it before heading back up and outside, flagging down two separate cabs to take them their own separate ways.
Y/N texted Garcia quickly to say that she’d suddenly got a headache from her clash with Spencer and had gone home. She imagined he was sending a similar message to Morgan.

… Monday at work….

“Agent Y/L/N, Dr Reid. Can I see you both for a moment?” Hotch leaned out of his office, calling out into the bull pen.

Y/N’s head shot up from the file she’d had her head buried in since Spencer had arrived. They made eye contact, both blushing before they made their ways into Agent Hotchner’s office.

“Close the door and sit down,” he told them.
Spencer closed the door quickly, alarm on his face as he joined Y/N in the two seats opposite their boss.

Aaron took out a silver disc and placed it on the table. “Do you know what this is?”

Y/N could guess, and as she glanced at Reid, the look on his face told her he’d guessed too.

“So I guess you two managed to work all of your differences out then? In the records room, of all places.”

“How much of it did you see Sir?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Enough to verify that it was you two. I didn’t need to see any more. This is the only copy and I’m going to hand this to you on the understanding that if either of you are caught doing that on these premises again, with each other or anyone else, there will be severe consequences. Do you both understand?” his voice was assertive and his face was stern.

Y/N took the disc and nodded, “Yes Sir.”

Spencer parroted her words.

“Do NOT let this affect your work either, okay.”

They both nodded.

“You’re free to go.”

That was it? That seemed a little….. Lax.
Y/N stood and was almost about to leave when a thought occurred.

“Who gave you this, Sir?”

Hotch’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Michael, the security guard. And it’s not the first or the last one he’ll ever hand over either. That poor man has seen a lot. Trust me. Now go. You both have work to be getting on with. And if you need anything fetching from that room, for God’s sake, send an intern to fetch it.”

Spencer left first, waiting outside for Y/N.

“Erm… What are you going to do with that disc?” he asked her.

“Take it home.. Destroy it.”

“You’re not going to watch it?”

“I wasn’t…. Wait… Do you think we should?”

Spencer shrugged and she had an idea.

“My place. 8pm. Practice your French and don’t be late, okay.” She told him and he nodded, getting ready to walk off.

“Hey Spence…” She called after him, watching him turn to her.

“Do you think Garcia and Morgan have one of these?” She cracked a joke, lightening the atmosphere between them.

“Almost definitely. And I bet Rossi’s had a fair few as well,” he retorted, smiling.

“I bet Rossi is the sole reason there’s cameras in there. I can’t believe we forgot about them.”

Say It Again

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,222

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming


           I pull up in front of the house, killing the engine before grabbing a stack of books out of the passenger seat, and jumping out of the jeep. I walk up the driveway slowly, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone as I slip out a set of keys, and shove one of them into the front door, pushing it open. I walk in, closing the door behind me, and start heading up the stairs. I hear a soft whimper and I pause, panic sinking into my stomach. There’s another whimper and I move as quietly as I can to a door, preparing myself to face whatever new supernatural threat is here, and my hand poised over the door knob.

           “Stiles,” A voice whispers from the other side of the door and I freeze, my ears pricking up, straining to hear more.

           “Right there, Stiles, right there,” The voice moans and I can feel myself tightening in my jeans and I can’t resist the urge to push the door open slightly. Y/N is sprawled over the top of her bed in nothing but a long t-shirt, her hand between her legs and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the sight in front of me.

           Her eyes are closed, and her head presses against the bedspread as she arches her back; her fingers working quickly against her core, sliding in and out of her as she flicks her thumb over her clit. “Stiles.” She moans my name again and all I can hear is blood rushing in my ears as my heartbeat thunders loudly in my chest.

           “Holy fuck,” I moan is a rasp, and her eyes snap open, her fingers stilling as she looks at me with her mouth wide.

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Title: The Taste of Envy

Summary: Bianca is a call girl and her favourite client, a possessive man named Negan requests her services for the night.

Pairing: Bianca x Negan

Warnings: Smut, possessiveness, spanking, fluff


Sitting at the bar with one leg crossed over the other, Bianca reapplied a layer of red lipstick and waited for Negan who had requested her services. Becoming a call girl was never her intention, she had plans to go to college and study law, make her parents proud and be the success story of her family. But somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one she had fallen off the tracks, got involved with women who worked through a call girl agency and realised she could make big money using her body.

Now twenty-three, the pretty redhead was just starting off in the adult business. The men she serviced were rich businessmen who had more millions than sense, some of them had crumbling marriages to wives they hated and some of them were lonely and needed someone to talk to, but this particular man who wanted to see her tonight was possessive. Negan. He wasn’t like the others. Yes, he was older and he was rich, but he was gorgeous. He was a man who could get any girl he wanted, whenever he walked into a room, heads turned and women damn near threw themselves at him like he was a pussy magnet. But he still paid to see her. It was flattering to say the least, and there was part of her that got butterflies whenever he texted her. But to work this job, the number one rule was to never get attached, and she was already failing.

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anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please do some smut? Maybe in which harry sees on snapchat that Y/N basically ate an entire bag of frozen pineapple in one sitting and decided he needed to take advantage of how sweet she'd taste after


I legit squeal when I see a request, thank you so much for this. 

And honestly, you guys come up with such diverse and distinct idea, and Im all here like: Could I have ever thought of that? haha

Here you go, dearie. Hope you like it!


#14: Tastes Like Mine**

**mature


It’s inevitable to stop Harry once he’s made up his mind. No matter how much you argue, how much you cry or whine, he stands numb to all the air like an iron pole.

So when today he had decided that he’s having a ‘boys’ day out’ with his friends, Y/N’s utter pleas and frowns could not at all change his mind.

They stand side by side at the dresser; Harry looking at himself in the mirror, Y/N looking at him. The intensity of her piercing eyes finally had Harry turning to her with a questioning look.

“What?” He belts his watch on his wrist.

“You seriously aren’t doing this to me, are you?”

“What?” He drawls, offended. “I’m just gonna go chillin’ and killin’ the summer. What’s troubling you?”

“I wanted us today!” Y/N whines, slapping her hands against her sides.

Harry grins. “You get enough, let the others taste some.” Winking, he leans to her face.

“What?!” Y/N yells, baffled. “You-“ She’s slapped the side of his arm a multiple times before he grabs her wrist, pulling her towards him and spinning on his feet to bring her against the dresser. Holding her wrists down against the wood, he leans to her lips, puckering to give her a sweet kiss.

“What if I tell you I want you?” Y/N says in a low tone. “What if I’m feeling extremely needy today, I allow you to tie me up, and..you’re liking that ass slapping thing lately, aren’t you? C’mon do it.” She wraps her fingers around his wrists from under his hold, and tries to shift them over her.

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” He grabs her behind as she urges, tugging her to his chest. “C’mon, let me give it to you quick.”

“No.” Y/N pauses, pushing at his chest as he locates her to the bed. “I want you all day, and then at night again.”

Harry sighs, kissing her lips. “Y/N, don’t do this. I have to go..” He says, sounding low.

Cupping his cheeks in her hands, she kisses him to her greed, lapping lips over one another, digging her nose on the inside of his cheeks, brushing his jaw with the pad of her thumb while her other hand pulls his hip to her. Harry pauses into the kiss, opening his eyes as he feels her hand hover above the front of his jeans. He hurriedly tugs her away, wrapping them behind her, and finally planting another peck, he pulls away from her.

“I’m comin’ for you tonight, baby. Love ya.” And, he’s out of the door.

**

Harry’s sitting in Michael’s office, and the rest of the boys and Michael sit at the same table in a circle. After going about seeing places and visiting his friend’s latest plot where he’s constructing, all the guys relaxed under the air conditioner of the office after the sunny day with beer bottles before them.

They’re mingling together with playful talks, cussing about freely and loud. Harry joins in at times, adding words here and there, and all have a good time. It’s four, and their lunch arrives. They sitting in the same pattern, poking at their plates and continuing their left conversation.

Harry pulls out his phone, amidst, scrolling through his Insta feed before clicking on the Snapchat icon. He scrolls through any texts if there is, then switches to looking at the stories, Y/N’s icon bubbling at the top.

Looking around, he bites his lower lip in anticipation, clicking on the icon, and there she’s posted a picture of her in bed, hair all messy atop and expressions somber. It’s a modest pic, but of course her face has something bothering Harry. He bites down on his lips harder.

He waits till the story automatically is switched to the other, staring at her face for long enough to feel a thickening pressure build in his gut. The second story of hers comes up, and it’s of her sitting on the couch with a bowl full of pineapple slices on her lap, captioning: I’m a freak when it comes to eating.

The last one shows up: Anywayy..pineapple love<3

Harry’s cheeks hollow; he’s suppressing a smirk build up on his face as he returns back to her stories, clicking on the one with the pineapples and sending it to her saying : I’d like some taste too.

He rests his phone back on the table, slowly biting down on his meal, when his phone dings.

Come and get it.

“Guys, are we wrapping it up then?”

**

Harry twists the key into the lock, swinging the door open. He does a quick search in the house, finding Y/N seated at the entertainment room, tuning into some television, her back to him. Quirking his lips up, he takes his boots off at the door, taking slow steps to her.

“Been a good girl, I see.” He says, reaching and hitting his legs on the back rest of the long couch, slowly bending down to her ear and kissing the shell. His hands place on her shoulders, sliding down slowly to her chest. “Had your pineapples right, huh?”

“Not for you.” Y/N flats out, hiding the quivering tone she gets from his touch.

“Ah, I see.” His hands slide further, hovering above her supple breasts for a moment before stopping mid air, and he stands to his height. He walks round to sit on the couch, pulling at her feet sprawled, onto his lap.

He pulls her some more; she slides to him till her legs dangle off his lap and her body is pressed close to his side. His lips pull her close, kissing at hers. They slowly glaze down her face, onto her neck.

“Harry, we can’t”

He groans in reply, biting down on her sweet spot.

“Y/N! Where do you keep the butter?” Comes a feminine voice from outside, and Harry’s heads shots up to give Y/N a confused look.

“I’m coming, Alexa!” She smirks, victoriously, untangling herself from his hold and walks away, leaving behind a stunned Harry on the couch.

Y/N and Alexa walk back to the room few moments later, Alexa smiling at Harry, who’s found his place in the single chair. Dropping the popcorn bowl on the table, Alexa shares a quick hug with Harry, then settles on the long couch with Y/N.

“When’d you come here?” Harry asks, tone monotonous.

“Been quite hours, I guess. It’s our second bowl of popcorn.” Alexa smiles back at Y/N. Harry nods, shifting his eyes on the screen.

The girls sit watching the movie Harry despises and he’s forced to leave the room, but of course he has a death glare pointed in Y/N’s direction as he passes by.

Alexa leaves after quite a long time; she’s extremely talkative, and even after the movie got over two hours before, she stayed back to give her points on the movie and go about gossiping for a good hour.

Y/N creeps into the room, peeping in to see Harry sprawled on his side of the bed, eyes closed, breathing calm.

“Baby’s asleep?” She murmurs, climbing onto their bed and nearing his back. She runs a hand through the length of his spine, leaning down to kiss the base of his neck and behind his shoulders.

A vicious laugh goes by, and suddenly Harry turns around, jumping over her and pinning her down on the mattress with his body atop.

“Fuck you!” He says to her face, pressing himself down on her.

“What? I was just having a good time.” She says in a casual tone, and that has Harry doubling over his frustration.

“I know you did it on purpose!” He rasps, tugging her wrists over her head. His face and attempt at being all dominant has Y/N laughing underneath him.

“Harry, let me go.” She chuckles, shaking her head at him.

His eyes narrow. “You wanted to be tied up, didn’t you? Let’s do it.”

Her eyes widen. Harry lets go of her held arms, sits down on her hips as he extends to the side table to bring in a hand a tie.

Y/N hides her hands, pulling them behind her as she squeals. “No, you bugger! Don’t!”

“Ah, I’ve had enough of it. Show me your hands!” He demands. When she doesn’t comply, he holds the tie in between his teeth, and tugs at her forearms, bringing her wrists before him and hastily tying them up. Through with this, he gives her a grin.

“Hm, now, now.” He muses. “Look at you.”

“Harry.” She whimpers. “C’mon, open this up. I shouldn’t be the one getting punished, you should be!”

“This’s not a punishment. You wanted it, so I’m giving it to you.” He shrugs his shoulders. He presses on her between her thighs, earning a moan.

“I need more, give me that.” Y/N speaks through her shuddering state.

“Like what?” Harry trails down from her hip, slowing bucking away and sitting between her spread legs, on the bed. “Hm? Tell me?” He trails his both hands on her each leg, staring from her ankle to her knee. With a push, he urges her knees up in the air, legs folded.

“You wanted a taste? Touch it, taste it.” Y/N urges, now in pain.

Harry snickers, taking his lower lip between his fingers as he eyes her cloth covered center. “D’ya want it?”

Y/N pinches her eyes. He’s totally testing her patience. “Fuck, yes, yes, I want it. I want you in between my legs, baby. Do it.” She moans.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Harry leans forward, clutching the back of her calves with his hands as his lips kiss on her inner thighs. He trails close to her center, sucking on her supple, smooth skin, bumping his nose on her covered clit. Hearing her gasp, and then shoot her hands down into his hair, Harry loses control, hurriedly pulling down her panties and throwing them off behind him.

He ducks low, pressing his lips flat on her skin, bringing his fingers to separate her folds. His tongue reaches out to her wetness; Y/N legs shivering from the contact. Harry winds his arms around her thighs, holding them in place as starts his tongue to move over her sweet juices.

She’s dripping, and he, gratified, takes them all, sucking on her core for more.

“So sweet, my baby.” He moans, her fingers clutching harder on his hair. “Gimme some more, c’mon.”

Harry sucks over the sensitive skin, puckering his lips and making sounds of his lips smacking against her, that has her lolling and head spinning, gut tightening and pressure building inside her.

“Harry.” She groans through her hoarse voice, and Harry knows she’s close. So he goes faster, torturous, relentless on her, not sparing another moment for her feel.

With a last tight tug at his roots, she’s coming undone, slipping all for him. He brings his finger against her, collecting her wetness in one. Climbing on top of her, he brings it to her lips. Y/N opens up, sucking his middle finger in her mouth, and having an unintentional moan slip from her throat. He pulls out of her mouth, replacing his lips on top as he rolls his tongue in her mouth, letting her suck at the muscle.

“Taste so good, my sweet baby.” Harry coos, kissing her on the mouth again.

Y/N smiles, timid, biting on her lip as their eyes meet.

“Describe in three words how I taste.” She counters him, tied hands moving down between them, palming him through his boxer briefs.

Harry lets out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering at her touch. He gulps, looking back at her. “You taste- taste like revival, essential.” He kisses her mouth, eyes glassy. “Tastes like mine.”


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He’s mapped out every freckle on her skin, the distances and angles between them as familiar to him as the constellations are to an astronomer. The soft dip between her shoulder blades holds a tiny mole, almost microscopic. It’s something she hates: she feels like it ruins the plane of her back, that it stands out and draws attention. But he loves it. To him, it’s the sun the rest of her freckles revolve around.

The first time he kisses it, mouth closing over the skin in quiet adoration, she lets out a low gasp and tilts her head backwards. His hands slip lower down her waist, thumbs tucking into the top of her jeans, the tips of his fingers resting over her hip bones. With her back pressed into his chest and his arms containing her, Jughead feels like he could define her very shape at that moment.

Betty twists herself around so that she’s facing him. Her eyes are full of unspoken things and he slowly intertwines their palms and lowers her so that she’s lying on her back, surrounded by her fluffy pillows.

“My mom will be home soon,” Betty whispers as Jughead leans in to kiss the spot just under her ear.

“I know,” he replies, catching her lips with his and kissing her so gently she feels like her soul might break. When he pulls away, his eyes are so sincere, her heart feels full. She raises a hand to his face and traces his cheekbones with a fingertip.

“Juggie –“ she starts, her breath catching with the weight of what she’s about to say. It’s not like she’s never said it before. She has. To Archie. To Veronica. To her parents. Even to Polly. But this time it’s different, this time it means more than it ever has.

“Juggie, I love you.”

Jughead’s face breaks into a smile so genuine and happy that she can’t help but pull him in for another kiss.

“I love you too, Betts,” he breathes against her mouth, repeating it with each kiss he trails down her neck while she tries to stop herself from smiling madly by biting down on her lip.

And at that moment, in the waning afternoon sun lighting up the soft waves of Jughead’s hair and his safe presence enveloping her, Betty knew that she’d found something she never wanted to lose.

normal problems

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Emma can’t sleep.

She’s tucked up against Killian in their usual tangle of limbs, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. The house is quiet, without even the usual creaks and groans of the boards settling to distract her; outside, the faint breeze is barely enough to stir the branches of the trees she can see through the window. It should be peaceful- it is peaceful- but the ball of anxiety in her stomach only tightens, because what if-?

“Emma,” Killian says softly, his voice bringing her out of her reverie, “what is it?”

“I thought you were asleep.” Tipping her head up, she meets his gaze, unable to keep a smile from tugging at her lips as he smothers a yawn.

“If you were thinking any louder, the neighbors would be coming over to complain,” he says dryly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “What’s wrong?”

She sighs, toying with the neck of his shirt. “You’re not going to like it.”

“Out with it, Swan.”

“It’s…well.” Shifting slightly, she props her chin on his chest, letting her arm slide low around his waist. “It’s the wedding.”

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There are Monsters 


Characters: Dean x Reader, Emmary (Child OFC), Charlie (Child OMC), Sam

Warnings: fluff, brief angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic SIXTEEN. The line was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.”  requested by @amanda-teaches . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif submitted by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67.  Hope you enjoy it!  Thanks for celebrating with me! Warning: I’ve been sick all day and can’t be blamed for its awfulness. It’s hardly edited or anything. Blah! Whatever… fluff away.

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percyyoulittleshit  asked:

♔: Finding the other wearing their clothes- Percy and Annabeth

♔ finding the other wearing their clothes | Percabeth 

warning: dork alert


If there was one thing in this world that Percy was good at, it was losing things. It was like a superpower. If he’d been a superhero instead of a demigod, his ability would be to lose things. 

Well, that or being able to, like, play the harmonica. 

As good as Percy was at losing things, his yellow sweater shouldn’t have been so hard to find. His “closet” - more like the floor or any flat surface he could toss clothes on - consisted of mainly dark colors, with a lot of blue. His sweater would stick out like a bright fish swimming in dark waters. 

“Annabeth?” he called. “Hey, babe—”

Oh, right. She’d gone out only an hour ago to run some errands; she’d probably be back soon. Percy checked the time and winced. 

“Where is it?” he hissed, tugging the drawers open again even though he’d looked through them three times now. Percy shoved his clothes to the side and found a striped sock instead. 

“Not the time,” he told the left sock. “Nope. Why is it that everything goes missing and shows up at the wrong time?” 

Percy tossed the offending sock back into the drawer and used his foot to push it shut. He crossed his arms and looked around the room. Curled up on the rug, Yuki lifted her head to look at him, then whined. 

“I know, girl,” he said, sliding down to the floor so he could run a hand over her floppy ears. “Losing stuff sucks.”

She pushed her wet nose into his hand in response. 

“At least someone gets me,” Percy grumbled. He threw up his hands. 

Rachel had asked him ages ago to take part in a photoshoot for saving the bees, and he’d agreed, albeit a bit warily. She’d promised there’d be no glitter or gold paint, so Percy figured it couldn’t be too bad. 

“What am I gonna do, Yuki? Hey, Rach, I hope it’s okay if I’m wearing orange to save the bees—”

A horrible thought occurred to him. 

Percy twisted his fingers together and went to the other side of the room, where Annabeth had her own set of drawers. Their clothes still generally tended to end up in each other’s drawers, but they kept them anyway. He tugged open the top drawer and was greeted with rows of bras and panties, most of them simple but a few lacy with lots of strings. 

He shut the top drawer as quickly as possible, trying desperately not to imagine Annabeth in them — the black one against her warm skin, his fingers sliding under the straps, his lips on hers, then down her neck and—

“Sweater,” he said aloud, sucking in a deep breath. “Sweater.”

He found one in the second drawer. Annabeth’s was a paler yellow - more pastel and quite pretty. He pulled it out, letting it unfold, and Percy grinned. It was perfect. The sleeves were longer than he’d expected, so it’d kind of fit, and there was even a little bee right over the heart. 

Percy took off his shirt and slipped Annabeth’s sweater on. In the mirror in the corner, his reflection stood; he looked at himself and found that it didn’t look half-bad. 

The sweater was just a bit short. Percy tugged at it uncomfortably. On him, it was more like a crop top than anything, which meant he’d be baring his midriff on camera today. At second thought, the sweater seemed like just the kind of thing Rachel would approve of. 

On the bed, his phone buzzed and lit up. 

On your way yet? 

He looked at the time. It was a thirty-minute drive over to Rachel’s studio, so it was just about time to leave. 

Yep. 

On the floor, Yuki’s ears raised. She stood, shaking herself, and looked out of the bedroom excitedly. A second later, the sound of the key in the lock rang through the apartment. 

He shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed the backpack he’d had ready, slinging it over a shoulder. 

The door opened, and Annabeth stepped in. 

“Hey, Percy,” she said absentmindedly, dropping the keys in the little dish by the door and pulling her sunglasses down. She was carrying the groceries, but that wasn’t what made Percy stop. It was the sweater she was wearing - a mustard yellow color, the sleeves long and the sweater baggy, falling to her thighs. 

“Oh,” he said, and she turned to find him still staring at her. “So that’s where it went.”

“Where what—” Annabeth said before looking down. She lifted her eyes back up towards him and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s really comfy, okay? And is that… is that my sweater?”

He crossed his arms defensively, striding across the room to meet her. “You stole mine first, you thief.”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, looking up at him. Percy couldn’t help it; his mind went back to that top drawer, and he put his arms around her, fingers pressing against the soft sweater at her back. 

“You look nice,” Annabeth continued, and her eyes flicked down to his stomach before flicking back up. Her voice had gone low. “I like this on you.”

Long, calloused fingers found his bare skin; Annabeth’s hands slid up his back, lingering for a moment at his Achilles’ Heel. He shuddered, and Annabeth lifted on her toes to kiss him. 

“Going to Rachel’s?” she asked against his lips.

“Yeah,” he mumbled back, but now that she was in his arms, it was a lot harder to leave.

“Just don’t go,” Annabeth said, and kissed him again. “Stay here with me.”

“That’s a really bad idea,” he said. 

“You’re good at that,” she said, smiling. 

“Yeah,” Percy said. He showed up to Rachel’s half an hour late. 

‘non sexual,’ i said, then proceeded to imply lots of stuff while crying. im sorry mari it wasnt supposed to be like this,,

but… thank u so much i’ve missed percabeth and i struggled with pjo and this made me feel really good it was so good to write <3 

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A Mother's Arms

Originally posted by nigmax7

Just a teeny, tiny, little, itty, bitty fluff nugget for Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to all my Moms, Step-Moms, Grandmothers, Aunts, God Mothers, any woman who makes a difference in a child’s life, today is your day! (Not my gif, I borrowed it, cuz its so damn cute and kinda fits my little story. I am in love with this gif, by the way.)

I’m tagging, cuz why the heck not :) let me know if you want on/off my tag list.

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Request: Smutty smut smut In which harry and Y/N have a bet to see who can get the other off faster with oral and whomever looses has to wear that persons favorite team colors for the game that's night. (Packers vs Seahawks or Jets)


I had so much fun writing this! 

Thank you for the request, lovely! Hope you like this one!


#16: You bet**

Y/N sits in her study room, legs propped up on the table, figure slumped on the leather chair, and her laptop resting on her lap as she went through her mails. The idea of work from home worked just apt for her; apart from the comfort and relaxation to her, it also brought Harry a consolation of always having her with him, wherever he goes, whichever part of the world he rests in. Anyhow, it was no casual work; Y/N put her heart and soul into the works assigned to her, and as a result her pay was always on the line of increase and promotions always seeked her way. In all, she was on the line of great prosperity, along with her love life hand in hand.

“Y/N!” She hears him a moment before he barges into the room, panting. “Y/N!”

“Yeah?” She looks up from her laptop, giving a bored look.

“Y/N.” He says again, stepping inside the room, and walking round to her side. “Are you through with your work?”

“Yeah, just one mo-“

“Okay, good.” He shuts the laptop with a thud, Y/N eyes widening as she gives him a look, and she barely has time to protest, when suddenly, he’s picked her off of the chair, tucking his arm under knee and other under her back, lifting her in the air.

“Harry, what the-“ Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, as he walks out of the room, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Harry, stop! What’re you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He tells her, monotone in his voice, as he stands before their bedroom door. He opens the door in haste, almost tripping on his feet, and somehow, stumbles towards the bed, throwing her on top of the mattress.

“Harry!” Y/N scolds, rubbing her behind in agony, as she gives him a look.

Harry looks down at her, staring intensely to make her knees feel weak and her anger rush out of her mind.

“Okay, let’s do it.” He takes off his shirt in one quick motion; Y/N barely has time to admire his sexy tattoos and the little tummy he’s acquired, before he’s lied on top of her, pressing down on her body with his, lips curling in a kiss on her jaw.

She smiles as he leans up to kiss her lips. His hands wander down her body, pulling her tunic up her till he has his hands touching her stomach.

“Ah.” Y/N moans into his mouth; he breaks away, kissing down her jaw. “Someone’s in quite a mood today.” She chuckles.

“Hmm.” Harry hums against her chest, opening his mouth against her covered breasts, and she is arching her back to get closer to him. “I’m in mood.” He continues his trail, kissing over her stomach; sitting up to pull her tunic over her head. Their lips press again, and he says in her mouth. “Mood for some football without any disruption.”

Y/N eyes shoot upon, she absorbs his words. “What?” She lifts her head off the mattress to look at him.

Harry looks up from kissing her valley between her breasts. “Yeah, the football match between the mighty Packers and the Seahawks.” He says to her, grinning.

Y/N sits up, pushing him to do along. “So, why aren’t you going and watchin’ it?”

“Because the match’s in the evening, and I need no, NO, distractions or disturbance while I’m watching; so you have me right now – finish off with your fetishes and kinky fuckeries now, so that I’m relieved for the evening.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Why are you like this?”

“The match is bloody important, Y/N! I cannot-CANNOT miss any second of it!” He says, eyes widening dramatically.

Y/N looks away from him, not impressed. Harry sighs, tugging her shoulders so she lies back down. “C’mon, let’s get over with it, it’s not like you take too much time to get off anyway..”

“Excuse me?!”  She booms at him, mouth agape, eyes widened, utterly offended. Harry snickers at her expression.

“What?” He smiles. “I’m just stating facts.”

“Well, Mister Harry Fucking Styles.” Y/N stands on her knees, getting taller than his sitting figure, as she leans towards him with a finger poking his chest. “You should pretty much write this down, but I have the most holding back power, okay?!”

“You’re telling me?” Harry counters, musing at her childlike demeanor. “I, who has discovered your body like you yourself haven’t, and know you like the back of my hand – you dare to challenge my intellect?” He gets up on his knees, towering her.

“But it’s my damn body! I know it better than anyone else does!” She states, tightening her arms at her sides, and she puffs her chest, acting intimidating.

Harry laughs out loud, throwing his head back, and Y/N’s looking at him, absolutely anguished. She crosses her arm over her chest, looking away, pouting. A thought strikes her, and she looks back, smirking to him.

“If we are really doing this, then let’s just talk about how easily you wet yourself even when I dry hump you!”

Harry’s laugh ceases; he looks down at her, eyebrows crooked up. “That’s because I let myself do so!”

“Oh, shud up!” Y/N drawls, tittering.

Harry shakes his head, leaning in closer to her. “I am a control freak, I can control myself real bad.” He states it to her.

“Oh, but, baby.” Y/N hold his chest muscles in her hands, looking him in the eyes. “I know your body like the back of my hand, and you ain’t got no control over your horny self!” She mocks him.

Harry fumes; clutching her wrists, he pins her down on the bed; Y/N wrestling from underneath him, stopping him from nearing close.

“Do you intend to challenge me, Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He rasps out.

Y/N chuckles, intertwining their fingers to get a better grip at the wrestle. “Oh, I don’t fight losers!”

“Loser you!” He ducks down quick, overpowering her; his lips meet at her neck, and Y/N gasps, pushing him with all her might, and succeeding in bringing him underneath  her.

“We’ll see about that, Styles!” She says, pinning his hands down on his sides, panting from the exertion. Harry leans forward from the mattress, to her, chattering his teeth as in to bite her, and she flinches, squealing, away from him.

“Let’s do it, then.” Harry pants. “Let me give you a good taste of defeat, aye?”

“Alright, you’re done, baby.” Y/N gets off of him, standing off the bed, hands on her hips. “The one who loses wears the opposite teams color for the whole match.”

Harry sits up, surprised. “So, you don’t support the Packers?!” He panics.

“You’re on their side so I have to oppose you.” Y/N shrugs.

“Oh, dear.” Harry gasps, rubbing his hands over the length of his face. “Y/N, I have to say this, but I think we’ll have to reconsider our relationship-“

“Harry, it’s just for the bet!” Y/N gives him an ambushed look. “C’mon, now, get ready. I’m getting the stopwatch - I am counting on every second!”

“Oh, you’re on, baby!”

**

So, it begins.

The room is eerily quiet; Y/N lies on the bed, naked, her phone in her hand as she scrolls through her feed, waiting for Harry to show up from the bathroom.

A moment later, the bathroom lock clicks, Harry walks out, dressed in just his boxers, hair damp with water dripping on his shoulders. Y/N puts her phone away on the side table, folding her legs close to her chest as she watches him come close to her.

A hot, bothering gasp leaves her lips as she eyes him, walking up to her in an absolute seductive, dominant manner, and she’s squeezing her legs, feeling her strength falter.

“No talking.” She tells him, as he sits down before him, on the bed. She points out her weakness; it completely has her pooling if he starts to urge her, talk to her while getting down. His silky voice, wrapped with raspy touch he adds, makes it absolutely inevitable to not lose control.

“My turn, my rules.” He says, smirking at her. He sits in a crawling position, eyeing her bent knees, and then meets her eyes. Slowly, with his hands, he holds her knees, parting them, till he has enough space to fit in between.

Y/N’s breathing shakes, she covers her mouth with her hand to hide the fact.

Harry bites his lip. “Seems you’d be falling apart even before I touch you.”  

Y/N’s eyes narrow, and she keeps quiet.

Harry leans forward, till his stomach is pressed against her crotch, and his face digs into her breast. “C’mon, talk to me, kitten. You know I love it when you do.” He muses, dipping his head over her left breast, brushing his lips over the supple nipple; Y/N feeling the reeling effect down to her core.

“Kitten?” She tries to distract her mind by talking. “That’s out of syllabus, Harry.”

Harry looks up, smiling wickedly. “Surprise, surprise.”

Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Her body leans onto the headboard, as Harry goes down on her, kissing the way down to her thighs.

“It’s a torture.” He begins, kissing her stomach. “Going this slow on you, I know how much you like it when I’m..rough.” He blows over the skin of her torso, dipping low to kiss her navel  with a loud smacking sound.

Y/N whimpers loud, her hands tightening around the sheets under her, her eyes falling shut.

Harry sits up, rubbing circles on her knees to only slide his hands down, cupping her thighs in them.

He kisses her inner thighs, his breath brushing past her clit now and then, giving her shudders through her body.

“Soft, so soft.” Harry coos, sucking on her skin.

“Harry.” Y/N grunts.

“Mhm?” Harry looks up. “Coming already, are you?”

“No.” Y/N snorts. “The stopwatch, I didn’t start it.”

Harry gives her an accusing look, before leaning forward to get the stopwatch in his hands, setting it down after doing the necessary.

“Good that I got you aroused before.” He says, as he fits himself back in between her legs.

“Not really.” She teases, shrugging her shoulder casually.

This has Harry bubbling with rage, and he lifts her side, slapping down on her behind. She groans, chuckling at his behavior.

“You bad girl, bad, bad, girl.” He shakes his head, slapping hard again. “How does that feel? Does it tickle your core, kitten? Does it give you an electric buzz? Hm?”

Y/N tightens her lips, reluctant to spill out the moan captivated in her mouth.

Harry’s grip around her thighs tighten, and bringing them close, he suddenly spreads them apart with a jerk, having her gasp loud at the suddenness occur at the stretch. He starts to kiss her from the chest again, playing around with her nipple before tugging them with his teeth, causing her to whimper.

Trailing down, he’s right below her stomach, his lips hovering for too long, before he duck down to suck at the skin. Y/N’s hands clutch at the sheets tighter, his scruff above his lips tickling her skin uneven, and she’s having a bad urge to touch herself down there.

His breath then feels over her core, warm and contrasting to the chill caused to it from being exposed.

He bops his nose over her entrance, leaving a few pecks right on spot but going no deeper, and he pulls away.

An unintentional grunt escapes her, she opens her eyes to look at him eyeing her down. The desperation builds in the pits of her gut, and she’s forced to open her mouth.

“Harry, you’re running out of time.”

His eyes twinkle hearing her say so. “Ah, so Kitten’s giving in, is she now?” He muses.” It doesn’t seem so hard anymore.”

He leans back down between her, gliding his lips teasingly over her thighs. “Tell me, kitten, d’ya want me now? Here, right here?” His fingers touch her entrance, brushing past the skin, making her arch her back, and bite down on her lip in suppression.

“Mhm.” She hums.

Harry ducks low, finally attaching his mouth onto her entrance the way she likes, and a moan escapes her lips in approval.

“Let me see you come, kitten. Give it to me, baby, give me your taste..” Harry moans into her, slipping his tongue past her walls, and furiously flicking it against her core.

“Ah, Harry.” The pain builds in her gut; her hands sliding into his hair, clutching hard to ease her tension. She can’t be coming now; it’s way too early.

Her breathing accelerates, she is pulling herself from the feeling; tensed and sweaty, her groans seem to not cease anymore.

“Come for me, baby, come for me.” Harry urges, his hot breath fanning deep into her, and accentuating the already build up feeling her.

Harry takes her skin in his mouth, sucking down. This makes her thrust herself down onto his mouth, wanting his lips just everywhere on her. Harry’s hands wrap around her thighs, digging his fingernails into her supple skin, as he leaves open mouthed kisses on her, separating her walls with his tongue then and now to lick her off within.

“Baby, I need you.” He begs, looking up at her. She has tears at the corner of her eyes, her mouth is open. Her face pumps Harry; she can’t do it anymore – he assures himself. “Kitten, come for me, I need you, I wanna-“ He kisses her again down, breathing hard against her core. “I wanna taste you, you sweet, sweet, baby. Give it to me, gimme yourself. C’mon, kitten.”

A shudder goes down her body; and she’s had it. Tears don’t stop anymore, her hands tighten at his roots as his mouth attaches back on her, and his tongue doesn’t care for being gentle.

She reaches her climax, screaming his name, as the feeling of holding back now feels fatal. Her hands leave his hair; they come up, covering her eyes, as she realizes her defeat. Harry chuckles, as he wipes her clean, flicking his tongue on everywhere to have her sweet flavor reside in his tongue.

He sits up, reaching for the stopwatch, and he points it to her, laughing. “Two minutes fifty eight seconds, babe.”

Y/N groans against her hands. Harry leans forward to her, trying to pull her hands away, but she, like a grumpy child, keeps them intact.

“Look at you.” He laughs, hands wrapped around her wrists. “Acting like a little kid. It’s not about winning or losing, Y/N, but I have a strong feeling that I’ll win.” Her hands flies, slapping his shoulder. He ducks, pulling away her hands with force, to find her face red in anger.

His laugh has no control. “Sweetheart.” He muses, reaching forward to kiss her, but she pulls away, pouting her lips.

This has him laughing even more. “C’mon, you.”

“It’s all the fault of you calling me kitten!” She finally speaks, but all angry.

Harry coos. “It’s such a sweet name, who knew it would get you all weak.” He chuckles.

Y/N eyes narrow. “Oh, I still have my turn left. It’s not game over, yet!”

“First, gimme a kiss, please.” She leans up from the mattress, puckering her lips to give a quick peck, but realizing his mouth taste so good, she goes for another kiss, and ends up letting him take control.

**

She sits up on his hips, fingers brushing against the hemline of his boxer briefs.

“I could totally get you off by just dry humping.” She challenges, biting her lip.

Harry sets the stop watch, musing.” We haven’t got much time, honey.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, chuckling sarcastically. “Ah-ha, baby. You’d be coming with just a flick of my ass over your pants.”

Harry gives her an amused smirk. “Ready, set, go!”

Y/N’s lips duck to his neck, pressing her lips against his sweet spot, kissing on while her hands palm him through his briefs. Her lips trail down, kissing his nipples, then the smaller ones, having him leave a throaty chuckle.

She kisses down his stomach, on his moth tattoo, giving a delicious moan as her lips press down. Harry’s figure shudders – her guess totally correct at his weakness: her making sounds.

Trailing down, she kisses him over his navel, giving a smacking sound, that has his breathing deepening in anticipation. Her come over the bulge in between his legs, kissing down while she looks up at him through her eyelashes. Their eyes meet, and Harry’s quick to look away, biting his lip.

Smirking, she reaches for the hemline of his boxers, dragging them down his legs. His member comes springing out into her hand, and she clutches it tight, looking up at him as she rises in a sitting position.

“Mine.” She says, moving towards him; their lips meet in a quick kiss. “Only mine.” She kisses him again, getting their chest to touch; her nipples against his warm skin, and she leaves a throaty moan into his mouth, his groan following simultaneously.

His face turns somber, tension etched clearly in the clouds before his eyes – all signs of amusement vanished in just a few moments. Y/N’s hands pumps him, slowly and achingly, giving him a hard time breathing.

“Baby, don’t stop.” Harry says in a fragile tone, his eyes falling close.

“I won’t.” Y/N moans, kissing his mouth softly. She sits on his one thigh, rubbing herself against his hairy skin.

She looks down at her hand, pumping his hard, swollen self, and an inevitable moan escapes her lips, body rocking faster against his thigh.

She bends down slowly, bumping her nose against his tip, and he gasps, searching down in anticipation. She brushes her lips, sliding her body down to rest in between his legs. Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her, as he waits to let her take him in his mouth.

“Turn over.” She looks up at him.

“What?”

“Turn. Over” She says again, eyes boring into his.

“You mean, you’re gonna-“

“Mm-hmm.” She nods innocently, Harry’s eyes’s widening.

He does as she says, lying flat on his stomach. Her lips come over his back, kissing along the length of his spin, stopping just above his spine. A moan leaves his lip, fidgeting slightly as he waits for her.

Her hands clutch his bare behind, kneading in her petite hands. Harry feels a shudder, his breath accelerating.

“Such a pretty ass.” She muses, leaning down to kiss over each cheek.

“You’ve never done this.” Harry stutters.

“Surprise, surprise.”

Urging his hips to buck up, she gets him to kneel with his behind to her. Harry’s body seems shivering, completely losing senses, as Y/N’s hand spread his cheeks apart, running a slick finger against the line.

Harry’s hips buck, his teeth chattering in longing. Y/N’s lips replace her finger, leaving a small peck, and that has Harry groaning like a wild animal. He is breathing through his mouth, as her lips press onto his more, kissing him repeatedly, before her tongue gives a poke.

Harry jumps in his place, Y/N’s tongue doing a flick on him, and he is crying out, reaching his hands behind to clutch her head. Y/N lets out a moan as his hand reach her hair, the moan vibrating in through his body, sending a line of cusses and moans leave his mouth.

Pulling away, Y/N turns him back over to her. Harry sits up, his face red, sweat and breathing absolutely out of control.

She takes no time, bending down to reach his hard erection, and takes him in her mouth, moaning when he fills her to her throat. She pumps the rest of him, fondling his balls in her hand, as she bobs her head against him. The intensity of all of the activities has Harry’s mind driving out of control, he clutches her hair in his hand, and throws his head back, living in the moment.

He feels the pressure intensify within him, but he remembers to pull back, albeit the torture he feels in doing so.

Y/N’s cheeks hollow around him, her moans loud and shaking, leaving him with redness spreading all over his stomach and chest from the exertion of holding back. She bobs faster, pulling him completely out of her mouth, kissing and petting his tip, before taking him in again, leaving him absolutely pleasured with the contrasting change of temperature.

His toes curl as her warm mouth covers him, and it’s before he can comprehend that he twitches and come into her mouth, groaning.

She pulls away, reaching him. His fingers cup her chin, wiping off the dripping juice over it. They look into one another’s eyes, and suddenly, they are kissing each other, escalating the process as Harry has her pinned against the mattress, his member in his hand, resting right at her entrance.

He thrusts into her, not pulling away from the kiss, as his hips buck and thrust into her hips. They are moving together, in sync; Harry gets control, pulling away from the kiss to love her neck. Their arms wrap around each other, pressing one another’s body close till there wasn’t even air to pass through, as he rocks above her, thrusting in hard and fast.

Their groans sound deep, husky and loud; they’re in absolute lack of control, and for the second time, Y/N finds herself falling apart in his arms, lips together, feeling him deeply around her clenching walls.

They pause, breathing hard against each other, taking time to get over the euphoria of all of the moments. It is while later that Y/N remembers something.

“Harry!” She calls, him, shaking his slumped body over her. “The stopwatch, it’s still running!”

Harry gets up slowly, limbs aching, back aching, as he reaches over to the stopwatch, smiling in victory.

“Ha-ha. Four minutes fifty five seconds.” He shows it to her.

Y/N sits up, annoyed. “But, we need the time after you came, not after everything!”

“Whatever!” Harry does his victory dance. “I know I won.”

“No, we don’t have the clear results!” Y/N protests.

“Oh, shud up!” He drawls. “Every loser says that.”

“No!” She whines. “It’s a tie!”

Harry only laughs, teasing her.

“Wait!” Realization comes over her. “If I subtract the time it took me to get off to the total time of what we did, it comes out to be….two minutes seven seconds!” Her eyes widen, she’s genuinely delighted.

“What?” Harry looks at her, confused.

“It’s Maths, Styles! And I won!” Y/N does her happy dance.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Harry counters, shaking his head. “Let’s just make it a tie.”

“No!”

“Yes! Because you of course came early this time. We can’t consider the previous time.” He explains.

Y/N’s eyes roll up in thought. She sighs, groaning. Harry laughs at her. “So, it’s a tie!” He says. “C’mon, now, let’s get dressed.”

“But, you’re cheating, Harry. I clearly won!”

“Shut your mouth or I’d be making you come the third time.”

**

Harry slumps, looking down at the Seahawks color shirt he’s wearing. His arms cross over his chest, the television ahead of him turned on, waiting for the match to begin. He makes a face, staring at the screen with a frown.

The door to the room then opens, his friends coming inside together, all hooting and shouting his name.

Harry’s eyes widen, as he turns to his mates.

“Harry..?” They all say together, giving confused looks. “Man, have you lost your mind? You’re abandoning the Packers?”

“No, no-“

“Hi, boys.” Y/N walks in, beer cans and snacks in a cart ahead of her. All the boys look t her with smiles.

They turn to Harry. “Y/N’s got so better taste than you, Styles.”

“No!” Harry covers up. “She’s the one supporting the Seahawks!”

“Oh, shut up, Harry.” Y/N pops in. “Why would you support anyone else when there’s the mighty Packers.”

All the gents chuckle with her, giving her high-five, and eyeing Harry rudely, they settle on the couch before the television.

Harry glares at her, gritting his teeth.

“Have fun, boys!” She says, blowing an annoying kiss at Harry, before walking out of the room, laughing.

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 "Hey Maman, Papa,“ Marinette waved as she trudged through the bakery.

"Good gracious, what happened to you?” her mother demanded.  The few customers joined her parents to gawk at her.

Ugh.  "Akuma,“ she said with a sigh.  God she wanted a nap.  "I guess I’ll be like this until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of it.”  She shrugged.  "It’s not… bad, is it?“  She hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror.  Maybe she was so tired because she was ancient.

"Nooooo.”  Her mother said hesitantly.  "Just different.“

"Would it be all right if I take a few photos?” her father asked.  "I’m curious how accurate this is.“

Marinette shrugged.  "Sure.”  She half wanted to assemble a photo album of all the odd things that had been done to her in nearly five years of superhero work.  "But if it’s super embarrassing, please don’t share it.“

Her father pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few photos, one with her mother.  Then she was released to drag herself up the steps to her room.  She toed off her shoes and crawled into her bunk.  "You doing okay Tikki?”

“Yup.”  The little red being floated into Marinette’s view, landing on her pillow.  "All charged and ready when the Chronologer shows back up.“

"Great,” Marinette mumbled.  "Wake me if she turns back up.“  She set her phone on the shelf her kwami liked to use when she had to keep an eye on the news and the Ladyblog.  


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