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Sisters in the snow

posted by reddit user MCDexX

I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was decades ago.

My sister and I had been fighting again, like we did so often, like I suspect most sisters do at that age.

This fight got more heated than usual. I screamed an obscenity at my sister before turning to storm out of the room, but then my neck suddenly whipped back painfully and I realised she was yanking my hair. In pain and shock, I spun around and slapped her hard across the face.

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Peep is a hearing aid. It is still getting used to this, because it used to be a regular dragon. And now it is a full-time employed hearing aid dragon, all two inches of it, perched on its sorcerer’s ear.

The sorcerer is named Vigil, which is short for Vigilante. Peep tried to point out to its hapless human that being named after their secret identity is a terrible way of keeping it a secret, but Vigil continues to be named Vigil. (It is ridiculous, in Peep’s eyes, how often its good advice goes ignored.) Vigil’s often-changing gender was another surprise to get used to, since dragons don’t tend to have genders.

“What’s a gender for?” Peep had questioned Vigil on its first day of work as it tried to find the best position to stay hidden behind her ear, while holding onto her piercings for balance.

Vigil hummed thoughtfully before answering, “Decoration, I suppose.”

That might have been a joke, but Peep wasn’t sure.

But being genderfluid was a feature of Vigil, not a problem. No, it was the vigilante thing that was the problem. Every night after the labs had been shut up for the day the other apprentice sorcerers would head off to eat dinner together, or watch some shark jousting at the Oceania, or do other normal activities like flying. Meanwhile, Vigil would murmur a few words under their breath to shield their face with a spell, tuck the lab’s resident firekeeping dragon into their sleeve, and go out to foil evil.

It was a terrible hobby, which Vigil would know if they ever took Peep’s advice.

The root of the problem, Peep had decided, was that Vigil was so caught up with how they could that they never considered whether they should. Yes, Peep’s human was remarkably clever, anyone could see that. Vigil didn’t let the fact that they were only an apprentice sorcerer get in their way— they dyed their hair to look like it had been turned blue by frequent exposure to magic, had Peep sit behind their ear to make the quiet world more understandable, and coaxed the lab’s firekeeping dragon to stay in their sleeve and breathe fire on command. With their face hidden, Vigil passed admirably for a fully grown sorcerer.

But they weren’t one, and that was going to get them in trouble one day if Peep didn’t figure out a way to help them.

“You’re going to get hurt,” Peep informed Vigil as he piled boxes into his arms.

“What are you talking about?” Vigil muttered, balancing the pile with precision. “Nothing in the back room is dangerous.” He sidestepped another apprentice coming into the storage room and emerged behind the counter.

“Not in the back room. You’re going to get hurt while out foiling evil if you keep it up. This woman says thank you and keep the change, and the rude guy next to her is trying to get your attention by snapping.”

Vigil dropped the change into the floating tip jar and turned to the man.

Shifts at the lab’s storefront, where anyone could purchase potion ingredients and charms prepared by the apprentices in the labs, were Peep’s busiest times as a hearing aid. Vigil could hear well enough if it was one well-enunciated person alone speaking, but the chaos of the labs, with everyone talking at once, meant he relied on Peep the most.

“He wants one mud-repelling charm,” Peep reported as the man talked, “and make it quick because he’s an asshole, or because he got mud on his very expensive shoes, something like that.”

Vigil made his thoughtful face while listening, one of the many ways he filled the pauses before he could respond in situations like these. “Sorry, we’re out of those. Can I get you anything else?”

The man did not want anything else.

“He said a bad word at you,” Peep said virtuously, because it considered cursing very terrible unless it was done by someone it approved of.

“I could tell,” Vigil muttered, watching the man storm out.

Peep itself was watching someone else enter the store— a rather short knight-in-training in a very unfashionable cap. Peep considered itself an expert on fashion, as well as on poetry and Vigil’s safety. It was because of its expertise on that latter subject that it noticed the knight-in-training. It watched them go right to the shelves of magical candy on the other side of the room, and approved.

“This little kid at the counter wants ingrediants for a stink potion,” Peep repeated absentmindedly as it mulled over the newcomer, and Vigil went back into the storeroom.

He mumbled the ingredients to himself as he found them on the shelves. “Glass eggs, spider eyes—”

“Gross,” Peep commented. “You need friends.”

“—black-spotted mushrooms. Friends would make this less gross how?”

“They wouldn’t. But they might keep you out of trouble.”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t need any. I like trouble.” Vigil went back to the counter and put the ingredients in the girl’s basket.

Peep took the opportunity to notice the knight-in-training again (they were still examining the candies) before turning back to its duties as a hearing aid.“She says thanks, and also that you need friends.”

“Quit it,” Vigil hissed, and greeted a regular customer who signed their request for a fever-reducing charm.

Peep quitted it for all of ten seconds before Vigil was searching the dusty back corners where the healing charms were stored. “You’re only a baby sorcerer, you can’t go around foiling evil all by yourself. Eventually evil will foil back.”

Vigil objected strongly to being called a baby sorcerer. “I hired a hearing aid, not a babysitter.”

“Wrong,” shouted Peep, who loved being right. “You hired a dragon, and a dragon always knows best.”

“Dragons also always live with several nest-mates, which you don’t have, so you’re one to talk about needing friends.” Vigil snatched a fever charm from where it had fallen on the floor with more violence than necessary and straightened up. There was a guilty pause. Dragons are excellent at telling when pauses are guilty. “I mean…” Vigil said quietly.

“Everyone needs friends,” Peep said, trying not to sound like it was going to cry. Unfortunately, dragons are as terrible at not sounding emotional as they are excellent at discerning guilty pauses.

Vigil stroked the tiny ridges of Peep’s back with one finger. “Hey, I didn’t mean that.” His voice was soft.

“I could have nest-mates if I wanted,” Peep said, still sniffling. Dragons’ lying abilities fall squarely between their skills at recognizing guilty pauses and not sounding emotional.

“Of course you could,” Vigil soothed. “You’re the best dragon I know.”

“Including Crackle?” Peep asked, wanting to be sure. “Crackle isn’t even that great of a firekeeper. I’m much better at being a hearing aid than it is at making fire.” Crackle had three nest-mates and its very own nesting hallow in the chimney over the lab’s fireplace, and was very conceited about it in Peep’s opinion.

Vigil abstained from passing judgement on Crackle. “You’re the best hearing aid a sorcerer could have. I’m sorry for what I said.”

Peep blew its nose on a lock of blue hair. “Ok.”

Vigil winced but didn’t comment on that. At the counter he gave the customer the fever charm and they exchanged a few words in sign language that Peep didn’t need to aid in, giving it time to search the room again for the knight-in-training, who was now carrying over a jar of blue candies to purchase. They looked at the apprentices behind the counter, all busy— and their eyes slid right over Vigil’s face without recognition.

Peep frowned to itself. They would never recognize Vigil as the hero who had saved them the other night on their own, not when Vigil had hid his face so well. Clearly, Peep had to intervene, for Vigil’s own good.

Pushing Vigil’s hair aside, Peep stretched itself out as far as it could without falling off his ear, and flapped its green wings urgently. The knight-in-training, not looking, didn’t notice. Humans were oblivious.

Peep flapped its wings some more, and puffed out some violet smoke. On the other side of the counter, the knight-in-training’s eyes flicked to the fading puff of violet in surprise, and followed it down to the tiny green dragon preening with victory, and then to the sorcerer it was perched on.

“You!” Kit shouted.

Peep quickly returned to its hearing aid position. “That knight person over there says ‘you!’ very loudly,” it told Vigil.

“Fuck,” Vigil whispered, trying to avoid the knight’s glare. “That’s the squire I helped the other night! How did they recognize me?”

“Big mystery,” Peep said unhelpfully.

The knight-in-training pushed their way closer to Vigil’s section of the counter, not to be ignored. “You’re that vigilante!”

“They say you’re a vigilante, and probably good friend material.” Peep gave the knight-in-training a wave. They waved back.

Vigil batted at his ear. “Stop that, stop being friendly! I’m a masked vigilante, people aren’t supposed to know who I am.”

The knight-in-training raised an eyebrow, looking at Vigil’s name tag. “In that case, why is your name literally the first half of the word vigilante? Doesn’t seem very masked to me.”

Peep crowed victoriously. “New friend! Can we keep them?”

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Sugar Sweet | 5 | (M)

word count: 5.4k

genre: lots of smut + fluff + slight angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: i’m so sorry for the wait guys! work has been stressing me lately along with some personal issues but i appreciate your guy’s patience. the next chapter will already be written out but requests will be taken care of before i post the next so please continue to be patient until then and check the schedule if you’re wondering about it.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 6 | part 7

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Dating Underfell Sans Headcanons!

*He’s a flirty SOB, and not exactly very subtle about it, either. He’ll slid right up to you with a lazy grin and half lidded sockets, and begin a barrage of pickup lines (many of them dirty) that are thoroughly inescapable.

*He’s got his charms, though, and he knows when to step off. Most of the time.

*He’s a bit of an attention whore. He gets incredibly grumpy and irritable if you start to ignore him.

*So many pet names. “Doll” “Princess” “Sweetheart” and “Kitten” are his go- to titles, and he hardly even calls you by your real name anymore.

*He’s incredibly possessive. Sure, you can talk to other guys, but the moment one of them takes an interest in you- well, they better be ready for a b a d t i m e. You’re his, after all.

*He even has a collar for you, but- well, that’s more for the bedroom. Of course, he wouldn’t complain if you wore it out.

*Lots of dark humor and self-depreciating jokes.

*He’s a bit of a hothead. Well, a bit might be an understatement.

*Lots of cursing. He might as well be a sailor for all his obscenities.

*Rough sex.

*Kinky sex.

*Just a lot of sex in general. Sans is kind of freak.

*Under all his rough facade, however, he’s actually a marshmallow at heart, and snuggles practically dust him.

*Couch snuggles. Bed snuggles. While you’re busy doing work snuggles. He just loves cuddling.

*Lazy movie nights.

*Lots and lots of junk food smothered in mustard.

* Yeah, you’re going to have to do most of the cleaning. He’s kind of a mess.

*He’s incredibly uncomfortable with feelings. He’s the kind of guy who’ll just kind of pretend everything’s okay just so he doesn’t have to confront emotions.

*But if you’re crying, he’ll sit down next to you and comfort you in a surprisingly soft voice and a barrage of hugs. And then he’ll go find whoever made you cry and beat the living hell out of them.

*He’s seen some pretty dark shit, man.

*He isn’t the kind of guy who believes in love, or anything. Before you, it was mostly just one-night stands and drunken hookups.

*Speaking of drinking, oh boy, does this skeleton do a lot of it. It’s the only way for him to numb the hurt he keeps suppressed in his bones.

*You’ll have to drag a very, very drunk him home after a night of him throwing back absurd amounts of vodka-spiked mustard shots more often than not, so often Grillby has you on speed dial.

*He’ll lose his filter entirely when he’s drunk, and bitterly laugh at your stupidity for staying with trash like him. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but he’s too selfish to leave you. You’re just so good and so kind and he’s nothing but a screw up. He hates himself, for that.

*He’ll eventually just break down, and just sob into your arms for hours.

*He’s so sorry, he tells you, although you don’t know what for. He just holds on tighter.

*He loves you, but he’s not going to tell you that.

*Secretly, He’s too scared you might say it back

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Okay, so after the overwhelming feedback on my Classic Sans headcannons, I decided UnderFell was next on my list! What can I say, I’m trash for skeletons.

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 4

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“Y/n, she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”

Once the words stuttered out of his mouth, it was as if Harry’s soul left his body. All the composure he carried within the last three months have suddenly been broken down, completely struck by his words.

He goes stiff, face paling by the second, and his body seems to be immobile. His eyes are wide, in a trance, dazing out into oblivion. She made it clear she never wanted to see him again. She hasn’t even spoken to him since the night he broke up with her. Every attempt Harry made to reach out to her has been ignored, the feeling of being with her only existing in his memory. She was gone, she left him with remorse, and even though he begged, cried, and screamed at her to take him back, she left him alone to fight for himself.

It was clear she gave up on him, that the past two years she spent with him was a waste of her time. She was his only escape, and the way he repaid her was by leaving her. She didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve any of it.

So why is she coming here?

As he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the dryness of his mouth preventing him from continuing any further.

“Wh-“ he swallows thickly, eyes heavy and still in tears, “Why is she coming here, Liam?”

His tone is soft, breaking as he speaks.

Liam sighs, hand moving to the back of his neck. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond. He knows no matter what the reason, Harry’s going to be mad that he’s been keeping in touch with Y/n more than he has. And because of the large pit of insecurity that’s barricaded inside of him, he’ll start to doubt his relationship with her, even more than he does so now.

“Me and Y/n,” Liam mutters hesitantly, “we’ve been talking.”

Talking.

All Harry can process is that fucking word. Talking. Something Harry wasn’t able to do with her, yet she was doing with someone else. The way he said it, too, like he was hesitant, like he was hiding something. The look on his face said it all, like he was guilty, like he had done something that would turn the switch to push Harry over the edge.

If Y/n were to start talking to somebody else, Liam would be someone she deserved to be talking to. He’s charming, especially good looking, and has a side to him almost every girl swoons over. He’s delicate, he doesn’t have a bone in his body to commit half the harm Harry has. He can’t find a single ounce in his heart to leave someone he loves, either, which is why every part of Harry’s body boils with a feeling he’s never experienced before.

Jealousy.

Before Liam can continue what he was saying, Harry’s head snaps up, his once tearful eyes altering into a far more sinister gaze, burning through Liam like wildfire. His body is moving faster than his mind can process, his legs nearly tripping over themselves as he aggressively storms toward Liam, teeth clenched and hands curled into fists.

“Har-“

His fists violently slam against his chest, his arms pinning him against the wall in a fit of rage Harry has never felt before. The amount of anger traveling through his body makes his heart pump so much it physically hurts. His veins are popping from under his skin, his jaw clenched so harshly he wouldn’t be shocked if his own teeth crushed.

“What do you mean you’ve been talking to her?!” Harry roared, his forearm pressing harshly against his neck. “If you dared even thought about her in that way for even a second I swear to God, Liam-“

“Harry!” Liam groans, hands clenching against Harry’s wrists, striving to pry away from his mercilessness hold.

“Liam, I will kill you!” Harry sobs.

His body weakens in defeat, his sobs drowning him out of breath. The arms that were once pinning Liam against the wall have slid down right near Liam’s shoulders. His fists are banging against the wall, almost as if trying to rid the pain that has ripped through his heart.

It hurts too much.

How could he possibly live through this? For months, he thought the pain that he had been enduring was the worst it could get. Nothing could break him further than not being with the love of his life. But now, the thought of Liam being with Y/n had hurt him so bad he actually felt physical pain. His whole body hurt, his muscles straining against themselves and his skin burning from the anger unleashing from his insides.

“How could you do this to me?” He cries, “What have I done for you to do this to me?!”

Liam sighs, gripping Harry’s violent hands to prevent him from hurting himself. Harry shakes his head at his touch, his cries becoming louder, attempting to push him away because of how disgusted and betrayed he feels, but Liam isn’t having it.

“Me and Y/n” he speaks sternly, “have been talking about you.”

Harry lets out a small whimper, lifting his head up to finally look at him. His fighting hands are now trembling against Liam’s, breathing harshly from the lack of air he’s gotten from his cries.

“Wh-what?” he croaks.

“You honestly think I’d be talking to her like that?” he whispers, pulling Harry upright so he can stand properly, “First of all, I would never, in a million years, think about doing that to you. And second of all, you must really doubt yourself if you think Y/n’s even close to being over you.”

Harry trips over his own feet before he finds his balance, a sigh of relief escaping him, finally finding his breath.

He still feels upset, however, about Y/n talking to Liam instead of him. He’s spent every day trying to get her to talk to him, but she just pushed away further. He would have taken anything- anything from the sound of her breathing or crying, to her swearing and telling him she can’t do it anymore. Any of it would be better than what he was giving her now. He would have gotten answers that way, but with her silence being the only response to his desperate cries, he started to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Nothing was worse than that.

“She-she isn’t over me?” he breathes out.

Liam shakes his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Harry, she loves you.. too much. She really doesn’t know how to live without you; you were everything to her. You leaving her, it- it was too much. When you let her go it was as if every purpose she had in her life had left her all at once. She’s a completely different person now, Harry. You have to realize that the woman you see tonight won’t be the same woman you remember her being.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow, eyes trailing down to his hands. He knows he changed her when they were together, but he hadn’t thought much about how she’d change when he left. Of course, he expected her to be heartbroken and upset, but he didn’t expect her to be so different.

He promised himself he’d never hurt her, that he’d never cause her any of the pain he caused others. He couldn’t bare the thought of it- the thought of her being in any sort of pain because of him. Nothing mattered more than keeping her safe and protected and him being the reason why. He felt obligated to make her feel that way. So when Liam tells him Y/n isn’t the same without him, a sudden realization hits him that it didn’t matter that he believed he was protecting her by leaving her, because in the end, she was a hell of a lot more hurt than ever before. Because of him.

“What’s wrong with her?” he whispers.

“She’s back to square one. It’s as if she never met you. She’s back to this extremely damaged, insecure woman who doesn’t show an ounce of strength. When she talks about you, she’s broken. The only reason she doesn’t talk to you is because she’s trying to forget about you.”

Harry’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, the thought of her going back to how she was before. She hated that girl with a passion, despised how weak she was, how little hope she had for herself. She had nothing, quite literally, and she showed just how much her past affected her. She was so insecure, she barely spoke because of the doubt she carried onto herself- convinced others would look down upon her when she put the attention on herself.

What makes his heart shatter is the thought of her trying to rid the memories she’s had with him. To him, he’d sacrifice anything to keep all the beautiful moments he’s shared with her. He wouldn’t mind a lifetime of pain if it meant the two happiest years of his life with her. She’s everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And knowing that that’s all she wants makes him feel completely worthless.

No” he whispers, “you didn’t just say that to me. You didn’t.”

Liam rubs his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. He can’t imagine the pain he’s been going through, especially with all the information he’s feeding him now.

“You have to think about it from her standpoint, though. She’s wrecked, Harry. The thought of you, to her, is remembering every part of her life she feels she can’t get back. You couldn’t expect her to be okay, you know, she’s in love with you.”

He nods slowly, swallowing harshly as he grips tightly onto Liam’s hand.

He doesn’t know if he can fix what he’s broken. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get the love of his life back. All he knows is that Y/n’s coming back to him, at this lakehouse, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up more than he already has.

“Help me, please” he mutters, eyes looking up at him in pure desperation.

Liam smiles, his free hand reaching to pat his shoulder softly.

“She’s coming here, for you, isn’t she? So go, take a shower and look presentable. You smell like shit.”


When Y/n arrives at the lake house, it’s as if every memory she had with Harry flashes before her eyes. She never imagined being here without Harry by her side. It’s a weird feeling, honestly, to be in the place she was positive her and Harry would get married, while they are almost complete strangers to one another.

She sucks in a harsh breath, eyes gazing upon the house. It’s just as beautiful as she remembered, but it feels different. Normally, upon arrival, she envisioned a new adventure with Harry, days filled with complete bliss and utter loving engagement. She always had a smile on her face, her heart growing on the road trip there.

But now, after everything that’s happened, she doesn’t know how to feel. She doesn’t even know what to expect. All she knows is the pain she feels in her chest and the burning she feels in her eyes every other second she spends looking at this goddamn house.

She never thought she’d end up here, actually. She didn’t want to, at least not at first. When Liam asked her to join them for Harry’s birthday, she immediately backed down, finding any excuse she possibly could to avoid any confrontation with him. But when Liam started to tell her everything about Harry’s past couple of months without her, she couldn’t keep damaging him.

A part of her believed he deserved her silence, but another part of her believed that it wasn’t fair to him, either. She loved him too much to keep doing this to him, so she conquered her fear and decided to do the one thing Harry should be doing instead.

Fighting. For them.

In the midst of her thoughts, a sudden call of her name drags her out from them.

“Y/n!” the boys welcome her, all rushing to greet her with a hug.

She gasps from the unexpected tackle the boys give her, adjusting her body against their holds as she tries, but fails, to hug them all back.

“Hi” she smiles, cheeks flushing from the sudden amount of attention, “it’s good to see you guys again.”

The boys’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, lightly laughing at her change in demeanor. She seems out of place, lost somehow. He can tell she’s doubting her arrival, but she knows them. She’s been a part of them for years, there’s no way he’s going to let her break up with Harry affect their friendship with her so negatively.

“What’s with the proper greeting, Y/n? C’mon, it’s us!” Niall laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to loosen her up.

Y/n lets out a slight giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a small breath, swallowing harshly before nodding her head.

“Yeah- yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous is all” she mutters.

The boys nod at her knowingly, smiling softly at her and they begin to guide her inside the house. They make small talk while she settles in the house, asking her about how she’s been, how she’s been, and how she’s been spending her time during her departure. She answers willingly, discussing her new job and the small apartment she started living in. It wasn’t half of what her and Harry shared, but it was cozy and thought it was perfect for one person.

Zayn insists on having Y/n unpack in a room and give her some privacy. The rest of the boys agree, settling in the living room to set up the poker game they planned on playing earlier. While doing so, Zayn and Y/n are left alone in the kitchen.

She feels her heart pounding out of her chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry. So much time has passed and so much could change, their once unbreakable bond seizing to nonexistence. She doesn’t know how he feels about her anymore, but she hopes deeply he still loves her just as much as she still loves him. Even after he left her.

“Where is he?” she whispers, the side of her index finger in between her teeth.

“He’s upstairs showering. He took Niall’s room, pretty sure none of them will care which room you take. Just make yourself comfortable.” Zayn smiles.

Comfortable, she thought. Yeah right.

Making her first step in the bedroom her and Harry would normally stay in gave her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. It’s the closest she felt to him in a while, being in the bedroom where their relationship peaked. Every square inch of her new apartment feels nothing like home, no traces of Harry’s existence inside it. She felt uneasy in her house, alone and cold with every step she took. It was quiet, it was boring, no history behind it.

This room, though, at every sight she took their was a story, a memory to permanently set itself inside the four walls. It hurts her to know the legacy of this room may never continue on, but she feels at home here. In the first time in months, she’s comfortable. She’s sane, because this is the closest she’s been to Harry since the breakup, and it feels euphoric.

She closes the door softly behind her, locking the door, because the thought of an unexpected entrance of Harry fills her with anxiety. She isn’t ready to face him yet, she doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to admit her feelings and stand her ground. But she questions if she ever really will be ready for it.

She sets her bag down on the bed, propping her hands up from the mattress, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She squeezes her eyes shut, an unwanted wave of tears making their way to the surface. She lets out a small whimper, thinking back to all her favorite memories with him.

Why does she have to think about it so much?


“Harry, we’re back!” Y/n squealed, clapping her hands together as her feet lifted off the ground in pure excitement.

It was their first year anniversary. Harry kept telling her all day he had an amazing surprise planned out for her. She didn’t expect to end up here. She expected a temporary hotel, or maybe a place that provided a spa, since Harry said the drive to the lake house wouldn’t be a good idea since Louis’ family would be staying there for the weekend. Of course, he lied. If he didn’t, the sight before him wouldn’t have been as priceless as it was then.

Harry giggled, admiring the cutest sight he’s ever seen. Her eyes gleamed, the smile painted on her beautiful face enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life. He felt his happiest when watching Y/n at her exciting moments. The look she had made his heart flutter, because it was him that made her feel that way.

“You really thought I wouldn’t take you here?” He chuckled, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “This is our place.”

Y/n sighed contently, turning her body around so that she can kiss him. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, scraping the nape of it. His hand wandered to her back, rubbing her t-shirt covered skin.

“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” She smirked against his lips.

He laughed, eyes staring captivatingly into hers.

“That’s the point of a surprise, isn’t it, love?”


The sound of someone knocking on the door snaps Y/n out of her daydream. Expecting it to be Zayn checking up on her, she slowly makes her way to the door. Before she has a chance to fully make it, the voice she hasn’t heard in months calls from the other side of the doorway.

“Y/n, please.” Harry pounds harder on the door again, “Please let me in.”

Y/n steps slightly away from the door the second she’s aware it’s Harry. Her breathing slows into such quietness she can barely breathe. She doesn’t move, a bit of her hoping that if she doesn’t respond to him, he’d leave.

She wants to see him, she does, but she just can’t. Being broken up with him is easier without the constant reminder that he’s not in her life anymore. Seeing him would just be a slap in the face for her, a punch in the gut to remind her just how much she’s lost.

Harry groans, kicking the bottom of the door. He sighs, placing his forehead against the door as he slowly jiggles the knob between his fingers, just hoping she’d have any chance of letting him in.

“Baby,” his voice cracks as he whispers, “Baby, please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you.“

He knows she’s there. He can hear her shallow breathing through the door, and hell, even hearing her breathe is making him feel relieved. He didn’t know how long he’d go without hearing it.

Y/n blinks away her tears, folding her arms across her chest, because she feels so weak when it comes to him, but she has to stand her ground. He can’t just leave her brokenhearted and expect her to give into him. Not without letting him know just how much he’s destroyed her.

“That’s your own fault, Harry.” She croaks out.

Her voice makes his head snap up toward the door. The sound of her voice, God, how much it means to him. He thought he’d never hear it again. Even if it’s rough, even if her tone is harsh, at least she’s speaking to him. He’s no longer being haunted by an empty void and constant reminder that she’s not in his life anymore.

“No, I know but- but I never thought I’d never see you again.” he whimpers, “I haven’t even heard your voice. I’m going crazy here. I’ve been putting up the biggest fight of my life. I need you, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

Y/n’s face twists in anger once he finishes. How dare he say that to her? How dare he make this entirely about himself. He’s going crazy? He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this? He was the one who broke things off. She fought for him, she’s been fighting for him for so long and he was the one who kept pushing her away. Him not seeing her? Him going crazy? That’s his fault. This is all his fault.

In her sudden fit of anger, Y/n storms up to the door, punching it with the two sides of her fists.

“You let me go, Harry!” She screams.

Harry visibly flinches at her sudden outburst, his body nearly flinging itself off the door.

"I did everything for you! I was there for you when you had nobody else, I was by your side while everybody else gave up on you! I was the only person on this earth who still had hope for you! And what did you do? You proved me wrong.”

Harry thrashes his head side to side, eyes squeezing shut as he hears her venomous words. His hands tug harder on the doorknob, fighting with everything he has just to fucking look at her.

“C’mon, Y/n! C’mon!” Harry growls through clenched teeth, attempting to kick the door down.

"I spent two years of my life with you because I loved you, and you let me go.” She whispers the last part, her forehead pressing gently against the door.

His breathing is harsh, face dampened with tears as his fingers graze the part of the door he knows she’s leaning on. This is the closest he’s been to her in three months, he’s getting more mental by the second. He’s hasn’t felt her so close in so long, he’ll stop at nothing to get closer. Not even this goddamn door can stop him.

“Y/n” he whispers, “open this door or so help me God, I will kick it down myself.”

She lifts her hand hesitantly to the knob, contemplating whether to completely ignore his request or risk breaking down everything she’s built since the breakup. She’s close to walking away, but she doesn’t think she’d be able to live with herself if she decides not to see him again. She’s barely survived the past three months without him, she can’t bare to think about how emotional she’d become if she wasted another minute of her life without her beside him.

Her shaking fingers slowly turn the lock. She barely has time to even consider going back on her decision before Harry emerges from the other side, feverishly slamming the door and locking it again, preventing anybody on invading their privacy.

He turns around to face her in a hasting manner, hair disheveled, dampened with little drops of water dripping from the ends. His sweatpants and t-shirt worn sloppily on his body, as if in a hurry to put his outfit on.

When he sees her, he swears every part of him ignites. He’s breathless, seeing her stand in the middle of their favorite room, looking as nervous as ever, but just as beautiful as he remembers. It’s as if his heart mends at the sight of her, like she’s the cure for all the pain he’s been suffering through.

He’s never felt more alive in his life while he looks at her in this moment.

She keeps her head down, hiding her tears, refusing to let her eyes meet his. The second she looks at him, she’ll be a goner. She’ll mold back into him so easily there wouldn’t be any trace of a hesitation. She’ll conform back into his life as if she never left, but she refuses to do that now. She needs to realize the damage he’s done. Letting her go was the worst decision of his life.

“Y/n” Harry whispers, “please look at me.”

She lets out a grated cry, her hand reaching up to her chest. She shakes her head, lungs collapsing as she attempts to breathe past her sobs.

She’s never felt so hurt before. How can she look at her love, that broke her heart, and be expected to be okay? How is any of that possible?

“I- I can’t, Harry.” She sobs, shaking her head.

Harry takes a couple steps closer to her. Her body is shaking, her eyes looking at anywhere but him.

It hurts him more than she thinks. He feels crushed and helpless as she continues to ignore him. He just wants nothing more than for him to be heard and to be seen by her, and she’s just not giving it to him, and he feels like he’s dying.

“Why?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to graze her shoulder.

“Please talk to me, why can’t you look at me?!” He cries out, frustrated tears tracing down his face.

“Because when I look at you, all I can think about is loving you!” she sobs, her voice raising as her eyes, finally, look up to stare at his. “And I don’t want to love you anymore, Harry, I don’t! You ruined me! You fought against everything in your life. You fought everything and everyone and yet you didn’t fight for us!”

It feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of Harry, his chest tightening as he listens to her confess everything she’s been feeling within the past three months.

He never thought about it that way- not fighting for her. He was trying to fight for her for so long, but he couldn’t find the strength to change. When he left her, he didn’t mean it as him not fighting for their relationship, he meant is as a way to protect her from him- to protect her from the danger he’s been bringing into her life.

He continues to cry. Soul-shaking, heavy cries as she pushes his hand off of her.

“I want to hate you so bad, Harry” she whimpers, eyes closing as silent tears run along her face.

“But when I look at you all I can think about is holding you and touching you and kissing you and all I can think about is doing everything you don’t want me to do.”

Harry looks at her like he’s watching his whole world crumble. He’s confused, extremely heartbroken that she genuinely believes he didn’t want any of that. That’s all he thought about. Living without those hands roaming his body, living without her lips against hers, living without her arms wrapped around him was enough to kill him. He just felt so empty.

“You really think I don’t want any of that?” he whispers, his fingers reaching up to rub her cheek.

She rubs her cheek along his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Even the slightest bit of it is enough to send chills down her spine.

“I don’t know” she mumbles, “I don’t know anything about us anymore.”

He sighs, hands making their way around her waist before pulling her against him. She cries softly in his chest, her fingers tugging softly at the hem of his shirt. He rocks her back and forth, his own tears falling on top of her head but she shows no sign of caring.

“I never stopped loving you, you know” he whispers, lips speaking against her shoulder, “I don’t know how I did all that I did without you. I promise you, I’m not the man I was. I don’t hurt people anymore, I’m not who I was, I swear. I fought for us when I let you go. I had to prove myself wrong to convince myself we could be right for each other.”

She shakes her head, pushing his body away from hers.

“So that’s it? You had to convince yourself we were right for each other? So through our entire two years you just- you just thought we were wrong for each other?” she snaps.

Harry begins to panic, everything rushing to him all at one time, he feels like he can hardly breathe.

“No, baby, what are you-”

“How could you say that to me, Harry?” she whispers, eyes looking desperately into his, “how could you dare stand there and say that to me?”

He desperately reaches for her hand, bringing it up to his lips as he’s on the verge of genuinely begging her to understand him.

He’s never seen her so hurt.

“I know me and you are meant for each other. I- I never laid hands on someone else the way I laid my hands on you. You pushed me through everything, you stuck by me through all my faults and you still loved me, Y/n. Even though I know there were times you wanted to despise me, you continued to love me. And even now, I’m standing here, probably looking like the biggest fool because the man who used to not give a shit about others is drowning in his own tears over a girl but I don’t care. Because my life is nothing without you, my existence is nothing without you by my side. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I never meant a single word of what I said to you when I left.”

She looks up at him in admiration, her hands harshly holding his face. She’s speechless, soft breaths struggling to escape her as she tries for form a coherent sentence.

“You will always be my plus one, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Before he can say anything else, she feverishly pushes his lips toward her. Her body ignites in pure euphoria, the feeling of his lips against hers reviving every part of her that died when he left.

She moans in the kiss, pushing his body down against the bed. His hands graze her back, lost in complete oblivion as her lips work magnetically against hers.

There’s no point in fighting this anymore, she didn’t want to spend another second without him. She knew they wouldn’t be apart forever, but she didn’t know how easy it would be to fall back into his arms. It was as if the anger burning inside her was no match for the overwhelming desire to have him back in her life, as if her broken heart didn’t give a shit about its angered undertone.

And with his lips against hers, with her name breathlessly leaving his lips like she’s never heard it before, the past meant absolutely fucking nothing to them.

“Don’t leave.” Harry heaves between kisses, his fingers digging into her waist, sure to leave marks.

God, how fucking heavenly is this, she thinks.

“Not leaving.” She whispers back, sloppily detaching herself from him to take off the unwanted t-shirt that was to his body.

She presses her lips against his chest, kissing down from his neck to the valley in between his chest. Her hands grip his, squeezing them as she kisses down to his naval.

“No,” Harry groans, the feeling of her touch making it hard for him to concentrate, “you’re not understandin’ me, baby. Don’t leave.

Her lips come to a halt, her eyes traveling up his body until they meet his. She rests her chin against his abdomen, confused wrinkles forming between her eyebrows. He’s panting, eyes dark as he looks down at her. But he’s smirking, slightly, reaching his hand up to slide it down her hair. 

“How much of a fool would I be if I get the love of my life back and not ask her to move in with me?” 

Y/n chuckles, placing her forehead against his abdomen as she laughs.

“We already have a house together, y’know, I think we both knew I’d come back and-”

Here” Harry interrupts her, “ask you to move in with me here.”

Y/n’s mouth drops, at a complete loss of words after hearing the question Harry planned on asking her for far too long now. 

She loves this house, she does, with a passion, but she never thought Harry would live with her here. Sure, it is the house they feel most comfortable in, and it is the house that feels most like home to them, but this is under the Tomlinson name. How can this place be theirs?

She stutters out, not processing what exactly had just happened. 

“Wh-what?”

“Oh c’mon” Harry sighs, “you never thought about this? You can’t tell me you can’t see us being married with our little kids roaming around in here, can you?”

Y/n lets out a soft cry, the words falling from his mouth making their way to her beating heart. She smiles up at him, giggling before crawling so that she’s on top of him. He laughs at her, heart swelling at the look on her face. She leans down to kiss him again, lips meshing together in pure bliss.

“I can see all of that” she sighs out in contentment, “I love you so much, Harry. I’d never leave.”

He smiles again before giving her a quick peck to her lips.

She lifts her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.

“Happy birthday, my sweet love of mine.”

Good For You || Jeon Jungkook♡

Genre: S.M.U.T

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: 4202

Summary: You decide to treat jungkook to a lil surprise ;)

Song rec: Good For You - Selena Gomez + Prblms - 6lack

Note: I haven’t proof read this cause im sooo tried omg so sorry if there;s a few mistakes :)

Originally posted by jimiyoong

You had spent the whole day in the apartment that you shared with Jungkook. It had been raining since noon and Jungkook was at the studio all day, leaving to entertain yourself.

Jungkook left around 9 am and now it was 7 pm. For the whole day, you lay around in nothing but one of Jungkook’s plain white shirts and panties. You were all alone, so why not be comfortable? You watched T.V, drew a little and belted out your favourite songs at the top of your lungs. Then by the time you looked at your phone and saw the time, you were extremely bored and just wanted Jungkook to come home already. So, you decided to text him and ask him when he was going to come home.

Y/N aka my bitch: when are you coming home? I’m boredddd

You waited about five more minutes before Jungkook replied.

Jungcock: idk babe, maybe another hour?? i’ll text you when i’m on my way

You rolled onto your back and groaned, letting your phone fall out of your hand onto the L shaped couch you lay on. You got up and had no idea what to do to fill time. You sauntered into your bedroom that you shared with Jungkook and observed. The king sized bed that you slept in last night still had unmade, messy white sheets scattered over it and there were a few items of clothes and towels spread around the floor. The white mesh curtains were still closed, letting the city lights shine through dimly.

You decided to go for a shower. You got undressed as the shower heated up and then got in and let the warm water take your mind off of how bored you were. You washed your hair with your favourite coconut shampoo and then your body. Then you thought, to waste some time, to shave. You loved the feeling of smooth legs against sheets.

Once you got out, you towel dried your hair, leaving it only a little bit damp meaning it would dry wavy. Jungkook loved it when your hair was like that since you usually tied it up or straightened it. 

You strolled over to the chest of drawers which held your underwear, and while you looked through the drawer, your eye spotted a bag tucked away at the very back. You were confused for a few seconds, but when you pulled the bag you remembered. A few months ago, you had bought basically a full lingerie set. You didn’t buy it for Jungkook, you bought for yourself. You loved making yourself feel and look good, and it just so happened that Jungkook loved it too. Although you hadn’t even worn this set yet. Or any set in quite a while.

You sat down on the bed and emptied the bag onto the bed, spreading everything out to see what was there. There was a (slightly see through) black, lace triangle bra with matching lace bikini briefs. This was kind of similar to your normal underwear (minus the see through part), but what really made it was the floor length mesh robe. There was a black ribbon that went around the whole thing so that you could tie it at the front. There was also more lace detailing at the very bottom and at the end of the sleeves.

You felt a sly smirk make its way onto you soft lips, and immediately knew exactly how the rest of this night would turn out.

Even though it had been about half an hour since Jungkook had replied to your text, you decided to say something else.

Y/N aka my bitch: okay babe, I’ll wait up for you ;)

You sent the text, knowing fine well that Jungkook knew something was different from the winky face you added which meant he would probably be home much sooner than he intended, then went back to the lingerie that was laid out of the bed for you. You grabbed it then held it up. You could tell that you would be able to see right through it with out even having to put it on, but not completely thanks to the black lace detailing. But that’s what the mesh robe was for, right?

You slid on the briefs, which you noticed had a little bow on the top and then clipped on the bra. Funnily enough, the lace covered nothing apart from your nipples, which made you chuckle since you knew how much that would tease Jungkook. Then, lastly, you slid the robe on. The baggy sleeves reached just above your wrists and the bottom of it slightly dragged on the floor. You walked over to the wall length mirror and looked at your self.

Your hair had dried just the way you wanted it and if you said so yourself, you looked damn hot. Your skin tone went perfectly with the black as it gracefully slid over your body. You tied the ribbon of the robe in front of you but made sure to leave it loose, so that one shoulder of the robe slid off effortlessly.

You still didn’t really know when Jungkook was going to be home, so you went through to the dimly lit living room and sat on the couch. You never bothered to turn on the T.V, since behind it, was a wall made of glass. The view from it was breath taking. It looked right out over Seoul and you could see the orange and white lights from above, making you feel even better about yourself. 

Probably around ten minutes passed of you laying on the couch before you decided to get up and walk over to the wall of glass. You leaned in the corner, making your robe slightly fall off of your shoulder again, but you never bothered to tug it back. 

You watched the veins of your city and the cars that flowed through it. The people looked like little dots, yet you could still feel the buzzing energy from them. From there, you could actually see the tall building that held the studio where Jungkook worked from a few miles away. Your mind went back to Jungkook and it roamed all of the possibilities that await you both.

Then, as you stayed looking out at the view, you heard the front door open down the hallway.

“Y/N?” He shouted. “I’m home!”

You didn’t say a word and simply waited for him to find you in the living room. You heard his keys rattle in his hand and his footsteps as he walked down the hallway connecting the door to the living room.

“Y/N, where are-” Jungkook’s sentence stopped, along with the rattling of his keys and his footsteps. A smirk grew onto your lips as you slowly turned around. Your robe was still slightly off one shoulder so you slowly pulled it up.

Jungkook had frozen. You could tell he definitely did not expect to come home to this. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt like he usually does on studio days and tight black jeans. You let his eyes explore your body from across the room for a few seconds more before you strolled over towards him.

“Look what I found.” You suggestively giggled, motioning to your attire. One light laugh exited Jungkook’s mouth as he raised an eyebrow.

“Why have I never seen this before?” Jungkook asked. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer so that your chest was pressed against his. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, only making you want him closer to you.

“I got it a while ago then forgot about it.” You shrugged. “I just wanted to look good for you.” You gazed into his eyes, which were already filled with lust. Lust for you. For all of you.

“I think I can say you look more than good for me,” Jungkook smirked as he leaned in, dropping everything in his hands onto the couch next to you.  

His lips hovered over yours so that you could feel his hot breath on your lips and as he teased you, his hands roamed all over your back before settling nicely on your hips.

“God, you’re so beautiful…and you’re all mine.” He whispered.

He finally gave in and his lips molded perfectly into yours. It started off slow and passionate, not letting go of each other’s lips. Both of your eyes were closed but you didn’t need to have them open to see what the other person wanted. As the kiss progressed, it got hotter and thirstier. Jungkook’s hands made their way to underneath your thighs and he squeezed them, indicating for you to jump.

You obliged and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the table in between the kitchen and the living room and placed you gently on top of it. Your hands quickly found their way to his hair and fiddled around, messing up his hair and every time you slightly tugged, a throaty moan would vibrate from Jungkook’s mouth to yours.

Jungkook’s soft lips started to stray away from your mouth, leaving it cold and alone. But he made up for it by keeping them attached to your jaw, then your neck and then to your earlobe. You felt him slightly nibble at it, making your giggle and try to escape, but his strong arms held you still and his lips left your ear and got to your collarbones, your sweet spot. Your head tilted back to give him more room to explore your body, which he took full advantage of.

He dragged his lips off of your body and stood up straight so that he towered above you. He looked down at you and hungrily licked his love stained lips. 

“It’s taking me a lot to not just fuck you right now on this table.” He groaned. You leaned back on your elbows on the table and opened your legs ever so slightly. You bowed your head but looked up at Jungkook through your eyelashes.

“Well, why don’t you?” You asked innocently, tilting your head to the side softly. You watched Jungkook moan from just looking at you and the bulge in his pants grow. He threw his head back and rubbed his hands over his face. His head hung back for a few more moments before he came back and looked you dead in the eye.

“Because I’m too much of a gentleman to do so.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth and watched you.

“So what are you going to do with me?” You questioned, keeping your position.

“I’m going to fuck you right now in the bedroom.” He wickedly smirked. 

Before you had time to process what he just said, you were being picked up by his strong arms and back to the position you were in before with your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips attacking each other.

Your hands tangled in his hair and every time your lips parted (which wasn’t often) you felt his short, hot breaths against your plump lips.

As you both entered the room, you let yourself untangle from his body and set yourself down on your feet as you pulled away from him. You stood at the foot of the bed with Jungkook standing in front of you, so you put your hand on his chest and gently pushed him onto the bed, so that he landed on his back, propping himself up on his elbows.

He watched you with hungry eyes and licked his lips, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. You trailed your hands to the ribbon which held your robe loosely around your body and untied it, slipping your arms out of the sleeves and letting it fall to the ground around your feet. You could almost see Jungkook’s pupils dilate as if you were a drug to him.

You swanned over to the bed and crawled onto it, crawling over Jungkook’s body and stopping just as you got to his face. 

Before you could say or do anything, Jungkook’s hands gently held your waist and once again he had complete control over you, but that didn’t make you forget the control you had over him. He flipped your bodies around, so you took this opportunity to lessen the things separating you and reached behind your back to unclip your bra, getting rid of it by throwing it to the side. Leaving Jungkook leaning over you, his eyes completely mesmerized by you underneath him.

You steadily leaned upwards, so that you were propped up on your elbows and your lips were against his right ear. 

“You want me?” You whispered into his ear and attached your lips to his jawline, not too far from his ear. You heard Jungkook gulp and a quiet whine escape his lips. 

“I’m all yours.” And with that, Jungkook’s body straightened up and you fell back onto your back. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and kept them above your head. From there, his lips made contact with your skin once again. He began at your lips and made his way all the way down your body, creating a trail connecting your lips to your collarbones, to the sweet valley between your breasts and making a pit stop at the bottom of your stomach. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute and a small feeling started to brew right at the bottom of your stomach.

While Jungkook left sweet kisses along your skin, just above your lace briefs, you felt his teeth graze against your delicate skin. Your head rose and you looked down to see his devilish eyes looking back up at you, directly into your eyes and catching the top of your briefs in between his teeth then slowly dragging them down your legs until they completely came off.

Even though you really wanted Jungkook, you wanted to please him. You wanted him to feel good; this night was about him, and if you were to be pleasured in return, you definitely wouldn’t say no.

As soon as Jungkook rid of every article of clothing hiding you from him, you sat up and took Jungkook’s shoulders, guiding him down so that he lay on his back. You could see by his face that he was slightly confused by your actions.

“Let me be good to you, baby. Please?” You practically whined, making Jungkook’s breath faster and his head nod, as he was lost for words. Before you could act on this, he got rid of his shirt in seconds and soon enough it was on the floor along with everything else that you had worn just minutes ago.

You got on your hands and knees and crawled over his body, just as you had done at the beginning of this spell but only this time instead of stopping at his mouth like last time, you stopped a little earlier.

You sat up on your knees over his legs and looked at up at him. You hadn’t even touched him yet and he was already panting beneath you. His back was lazily against the massive head board and his hands laid on the sheets. You took your hands and drew them from his knees to just above his thighs, where you found the button and zip of his jeans. You hands gracefully undid them and pulled them down, bringing his boxers with them letting his dick free, throwing his jeans and boxers out of the way to the side. You heard Jungkook hiss just at the sight of you above his cock, and a sly smirk showed on your lips.

You leaned forward and kissed his abs, leaving a trail behind you as you got to his dick. You gave the tip a few kitten licks, making it twitch slightly beneath you resulting in a small giggle escaping your mouth.

“Oh my God, you’re such a damn tease.” Jungkook groaned. So then, you started leaving heavier, prolonged kisses up and down his length before fully fitting him in your mouth making a long raspy moan break free from inside Jungkook. Sweat started to form on his forehead and his head tilted all the way back.

“Yes Y/N, just like that.” Jungkook praised with slurred words as if he was drunk on your love. 

More melodious moans broke free from his lips, making yourself moan sending the vibrations from your voice onto Jungkook, only making him love what you did to him even more. As you sped up your pace, Jungkook could feel himself about to let go soon.

“Y-Y/N, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.” He panted. Jungkook expected you to release yourself from him, but you wanted to stay with him until his high finished. And only a few seconds later, a stream of profanities and moans left his mouth and he shot into your mouth, letting some fall from your mouth coating your lips with him. You swallowed what you could, and left him with one last kiss.

You sat up again, seeing the result of a messy haired and sweaty Jungkook. You brought your hand up and wiped away the remaining mess left around your mouth and grinned at him, licking your lips.

“So? Was I good to you?” You innocently grinned. Jungkook’s lips turned into a wicked smile and a few chuckled left his mouth, making his shoulders go up and down.

“You were more than good, princess,” Jungkook said, “You made me hungry for more babe.” Jungkook was standing on his knees, so close to you, his chest was up against your breasts. He leaned down to your ear and you felt his hot breath fan the side of your head. 

“And I’m insatiable.” Sex dripped from his lips as those words fell out of his mouth and into your pool of sin.

In seconds, you were once again lying on your back; your hair fanned out around you with Jungkook above you. You kept your head back and looked up at the ceiling, waiting for some part of Jungkook to come in contact with your pure skin. 

You were slightly surprised when his lips caressed your hips, throwing in small strokes of his tongue and grazes of his teeth. He hadn’t even pleasured you yet and you were a squirming mess underneath him. Your breathing had quickened and as Jungkook loved your body with his lips, you could actually feel his smirk grow.

“Jungkook,” You whined. “Stop teasing, you know I hate it.”

Jungkook chuckled and lifted his lips from your body. You raised your head to look back at him and that stupid smirk still hadn’t left his lips.

“Someone’s eager…” He mumbled. All of a sudden, he dipped his head back down, only this time his lips didn’t make love to the delicate skin on your hips but to the soaked folds of your heat. A gasp mixed with a moan broke out from your lips from surprise and his tongue swirled around you.

At first, it was small strokes but as time went on, he went deeper and deeper. You felt a knot begin to tie at the bottom of your stomach and with each stroke and swirl it got tighter and tighter. So when he added a finger, which caressed your clit, you truly felt that from just that added action you would come undone. Until you were just about to warn him that you were about to let yourself go, everything stopped. 

You lay on the bed, your chest rising up and down at a fast pace from your lack of breath as Jungkook had literally just taken it away, in complete shock.Your head rose, and a furious look showed on your face. Jungkook simply sat before you chuckling away at himself.

“I’m sorry, I had to. I know you hate it, but you’re just so hot when you get angry.” Jungkook grinned, his eyes strolling all over your body. 

You didn’t have time to think about what he said, you knew what you wanted and you were planning on getting it, and soon. You got up onto your knees and grabbed Jungkook by his muscley shoulders and before he knew what you were doing, it was his turn to lay on his back again as you directed what was to come.

Surprise showed evidently on his face, and as you came into his view with nothing but lust filling your eyes, your wants and your needs he knew what you wanted. He saw you as a golden lioness, not necessarily hunting her prey, but almost as if she had her eyes on her lion.

Jungkook believed that his eyes fooled him since he thought he could see the alluring and hypnotising aura that you produced surrounding you. You glowed and moved in the most perfect ways. He loved every aspect of you, both physically and within. He was your king and you were his queen.

You crept from the bottom of his body all the way up so that you reached his face. You leaned in so that you could both feel the heat radiating off of each other, but not close enough to touch. You went back down to the lower part of his stomach. You looked up at him through your long and luscious eyelashes with out raising your head and licked your lips to keep them wet. You opened your mouth slightly and settled your bottom lip just above where Jungkook needed you most and slowly dragged your lip up his abs, letting your tongue join in on the way to your destination.

Jungkook’s head rolled back and so did his eyes, he didn’t even have to look at you to feel amazing, but looking at you please him made it that little bit more blissful. 

You tore your mouth from his collarbones and sat up so that you were straddling his lap. You felt his member beneath you but not yet in you and you rocked your hips back and forth, creating friction between you.

“Fuck.” Jungkook hissed as he closed his eyes and bit his lip hard. You couldn’t help yourself when an iniquitous grin lay upon your rose coloured lips. 

“This is what bad boys get when they misbehave.” You purred, twirling your hips around. 

Jungkook’s fairly large hands snaked from his sides so the bare sides of your hips that were upon him. His hands roamed that area of your body and your hands traveled downwards. Without even recognising your actions, you moved back slightly and propped yourself up. Your hand spiraled to take hold of Jungkook’s dick, and you positioned yourself above him.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, separating him from the blind bliss he was in, as he wanted to watch you please yourself with him. You slowly let yourself down on him, taking your breath away. And you didn’t have to worry about protection, you decided birth control would be better and easier for both of you.

“Oh my God.” You gasped as you adjusted to his length inside of you. Jungkook was too caught up in what was before him to say anything comprehensible, so, he helped you move as he kept his hands on your hips.

You started to slide up and down, twirling your hips around and around. Jungkook helped the pace quicken by moving his hips into you. Moans filled the rooms, with spiraling profanities and your names. And as the pace got faster, the moans got louder.

“Holy shit, yes, Y/N.” Jungkook panted, his hands leaving your hips and heading north to play with your breast that had a slight bounce to them as you rode him, only making you feel even better, which you showed by letting your head fall back with a moan.

“J-Jungkook, I don’t think I can-” You were cut off by Jungkook hitting just the right place, making you scream out in pleasure.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Cum around me baby, come on.” Jungkook praised. So as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter, eventually, it finally broke and in the middle of you riding out your high, Jungkook came shortly after, filling you up.

Then as praises and shouts and ecstasy filled your ears, you pulled yourself from atop Jungkook and fell to his side. All that was left was the sound of heavy breathes and the city outside.

Jungkook turned to you and smiled. He grabbed the white sheets, which were now significantly messier than before and pulled them over the two of you. You turned to your side, letting your head find a home in the comfort of his chest where his heart beat. His hands migrated towards your head and he stroked it with care and love.

“You know, I like these surprises, we should do them more often.” Jungkook chuckled affectionately. 

“Yeah babe, sure.” You chuckled. You hadn’t even realised how tired out you were until your eyelids became heavy and soon they were closed and Jungkook’s soon followed as you fell into a sweet slumber in each other’s arms.

My armour (Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader)

Warnings : Swearing, mention of rape, mention of domestic violence. Justin being so miserable should be a warning too (my little nugget). Spoilers, so if you haven’t seen episode 11 yet and don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read it! Also, my terrible writing skills.
Word count: 3798.

Originally posted by chriswoods

A/N: To anyone who reads this, thank you and sorry. This is the first (and probably last) time I post one of my imagines. Bear with me guys, as English is not my native language. It’s really long and I’m sorry about that but I got carried away. I hope you enjoy it still! I SWEAR IT’S A MONTY FIC EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT AT FIRST!


Glancing down at the bottle of beer she was holding, Y/N sighed. She was starting to feel bored, her only occupation for the last five minutes being to watch the droplets slowly slide down the cold surface of the bottle. It’s been almost three hours since she had arrived at Bryce’s. At first, it was fun. She chatted with her friends, ate some junk food they had ordered and watched a movie with some of them. But now here she was, sitting on the armrest of the couch next to her boyfriend who was currently playing some sort of video game with another boy, while Jessica, Zach and Bryce were playing cards on the table nearby.

Swiftly bringing the beverage to her lips, she finished her drink and put the now empty green bottle on the coffee table in front of her before turning to look at her boyfriend – Montgomery. His eyes were focused on the TV and his brows furrowed as he quickly pressed random buttons on his controller, doing his best not to let his character die.

Y/N smiled to herself as she watched him, thinking back to the day he asked her out for the first time, almost six months ago. She had turned him down at first, because of the reputation he had regarding girls. But after a few weeks of him making efforts; leaving cute notes in her locker, walking or driving her home and even showing up at her doorstep with a bouquet of her favourite flowers, she caved in – finally accepting to have dinner at Rosie’s with the one and only – Montgomery De la Cruz. The date went surprisingly well and now here they were, five months later, still together and incredibly happy.

Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket, signalling that she had an incoming call. Standing up, she excused herself, even though nobody really paid attention to her since they were all concentrated on their games. She frowned at the caller ID – Justin, it read, her best friend. They’ve all been waiting for him to show up for quite a while now, why would he be calling her? She closed the glass door behind her as she stepped out of the house and walked a little further into the garden before answering.

“Hello?” She asked, glancing back to the pool house and the jocks who were playing table foot close-by.

“Y/N, thank God. You have to go to Bryce’s, Jess is there and you’re the one who lives the closest to him, and-” Justin rambled, worry filling his voice which made Y/N frown again.

“Jus,” She cut him off “I’m already there. We all are, actually. We’re waiting for you.” She explained and waited for him to say something but as seconds passed, he stayed silent. She could still hear him breathing thought, so she knew he hadn’t hung up on her. “Justin?”

“Fuck. Yeah okay, we’ll be there in ten.” He said and ended the call, leaving Y/N standing in the middle of Bryce’s garden confused as ever.

Putting her phone back in her pocket, she made her way back to her friends. Monty looked up at her as she sat next to him, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. He left a quick kiss on the top of her hand and watched fondly as a small smile formed on her beautiful face. They might have been dating for only five months but he was deeply and madly in love with that girl. She has changed him so much, for the best of course. He couldn’t help but smile back at Y/N as she slid down the armrest right into his side, wrapping her arms around him.

“Monty, come on! We’re gonna get killed again!” Matt, with whom Monty has been playing the whole evening, whined, elbowing him in the ribs to get his attention. Montgomery groaned in annoyance, pressing his lips to Y/N’s temple before going back to the game as she went back to being bored.

Only a few minutes passed before the door to the pool house opened again. Y/N turned around, a big smile plastered to her face as she knew that her best friend has finally arrived. She was beyond happy to spend some time with him, as they haven’t seen each other much these last couple of days. But her smile was replaced by a frown as soon as she saw him. Justin was clearly angry, his eyes cold, his lips pressed in a thin line. Alex was right behind him, walking slowly, his head hanging low. Bryce turned around as well as he heard the boys enter, a big smile made its way to his face.

“Justin! Alex! About fucking time you guys. These cards are getting stale. Come on, sit down.” He said, inviting both boys to join in the game.

“Actually,” Justin started, glaring at Jess who kept on avoiding making eye contact with her boyfriend. “Jess and I had this thing planned.”

“Pff, no we don’t.” Jessica scoffed, shuffling the cards for another round.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the couch, watching the encounter between her best friend and his girlfriend. She hadn’t even noticed that Monty had paused the game until he grabbed her hand with his, squeezing it comfortingly. The girl’s eyes briefly met with her boyfriend’s before she turned her attention back to the other couple, who was full on fighting by now. Worry filled her eyes and her heart broke a little at how wretched her best friend looked. He had bags under his eyes, his cheeks were slightly red. Y/N has known Justin for almost her whole life. Ever since they were little, they were inseparable and always had each other’s backs. They’re both very protective of each other, and know everything about each other. Y/N is one of the rare people who has seen Justin cry, she’s one of the rare people who’s always willing to help him when things go down at his house, with his mother or her boyfriends. And he helped her multiple times as well. He helped her when she was lonely, when her parents would leave for weeks because of work, when they would argue; he helped her with bad break-ups, with everything. The Justin she knew was so much different than the Justin everybody saw. So seeing him so miserable always hurt her as well.

Somehow Justin ended up sitting facing Jess, his eyes not leaving her as she continued paying no mind to him. Zach awkwardly coughed before explaining the rules of the game to the boy.      

“Don’t worry, I got you stakes.” Bryce said to Justin once Zach finished talking. “Your girlfriend has been playing with my money all night anyway.” He smirked as he passed some cash to the basketball player.

“Alex, sit down!” Jessica finally piped in, ignoring her boyfriend’s glances once again.

Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why Jessica was acting so strangely tonight. Her eyes shifted from Alex to Jess, and then back to Justin. Her eyes caught Justin’s tired blue ones for a second and she gave him a weak smile, as to tell him that ‘everything is going to be okay’. But he brushed her off, his jaw clenching as he turned back to Jess who was now dragging Alex to the table. Y/N sighed, usually Justin would smile back, sometimes even nod at her as to say ‘thank you’.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Monty whispered into Y/N’s ear, his lips only an inch away from her ear as he did not want anyone else to hear him. He knew his girlfriend hated fights, and that she hated seeing her best friend like this. Y/N turned to her boyfriend smiling slightly, grateful that he was trying to get them out of that uncomfortable situation. Her lips parted as she was going to give him an answer, but she was quickly interrupted by Justin.

“Jess, what the fuck?” The boy raised his voice, glaring at Jessica who was now comfortably sitting on Bryce’s lap, a wicked smile plastered to her face. Eventually Jess faced her boyfriend, who was barely containing his anger by now.

“Your deal.” She spat coldly at him as she gave him some cards.  

“I don’t wanna play fucking cards right now.” Justin growled, pushing himself closer to her over the table.

“I said, your deal!” The brunette yelled and threw a few cards in his face, causing him to jump back a little in surprise.

“Shit.” Monty said, grabbing Y/N’s hand again and tugging at it as he stood up, ready to leave before the argument turned into something worse. But he barely had time to pull her to him before Justin stood up as well and started walking towards the exit, expecting his girlfriend to follow him. But as she didn’t, he took a step back and gripped her arm, yanking her away from Bryce. Y/N gasped as she watched her best friend violently pulling his girlfriend out of the pool house.

“Let’s go.” Monty said looking at his girl with soft eyes, ready to take her as far as possible from the argument. He intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s and let her out of the little building. But once outside, things got even worse, much to Y/N’s dismay.

“Don’t touch me like that. Don’t you ever touch me like that.” Jessica screamed as she broke free from Justin’s grip. She pushed him away, making him stumble back a few feet, her eyes full of rage.

“Buddy, calm down.” Bryce said calmly, taking a step towards the couple in an attempt to lighten the tension.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” Justin yelled, approaching his former best friend, anger radiating from his tall frame.

“What is your problem, Justin?” Jessica questioned, clearly irritated by now. She looked from Bryce to her boyfriend, her bottom lip trembling.

Surprise was written over everybody’s faces, except Y/N’s. She was more concerned than surprised to be honest, as she knew that the couple was going through a rough path. She didn’t know that it was that bad, though. Y/N averted her eyes from the couple and focused on the dirty floor instead.

“Why the fuck are you here with Bryce?” The fight went on as Justin cried out, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

Y/N didn’t want to witness the fight anymore, she had had enough. Deciding that it was better to leave, she pulled her boyfriend away from the small group. But she stopped in her tracks as Zach spoke up.

“Guys, this does not need to happen.” He said calmly, looking between the three people concerned – Jessica, Justin and Bryce.

“Maybe it does.” Alex said as he took a step forward, bringing all the attention to him. Y/N was over confused now. She did not understand a single thing, and frankly, she did not want to.

“Tell me why you care.” Jessica pleaded softly.

Blocking everything and everyone from her mind, Y/N let go of Monty’s hand, slowly making her way away from the group and out of this whole drama. She couldn’t take the screaming, the pain, anymore. It reminded her of home way too much. She took only a couple of steps before Justin’s voice caused her to freeze in the spot, and what he yelled out made her breath hitch and the blood in her veins run cold.

“Because he fucking raped you!” Silence filled the air after Justin’s outburst.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her ribcage, her breaths short as she turned around only to see Jess let out a loud sob and Justin charge at Bryce. She watched with tears in her eyes as Zach held Justin back and her boyfriend held Bryce away from the other boy.

He raped her. He fucking raped her. Y/N’s eyes landed on Bryce and for a mere few seconds his eyes caught hers. There was no emotion in them whatsoever. No guilt, no regret, nothing. His stare was cold and caused shivers to run down her spine. The girl looked away as she felt sick to the stomach. Only thinking about it made her ill. Y/N had always known that Bryce was a heartless bastard who had no respect for anyone, especially women, and treated everyone like trash, but rape? It was something she wasn’t expecting, even from him. The sound of Jessica’s palm colliding with Justin’s cheek brought her back to reality. She looked over at her best friend who was standing in the middle of the little circle that had formed, with a clear handprint on his left cheek and tears falling from his eyes as Jess pushed past him, storming away.

Y/N’s gaze followed her and without really thinking it through she ran after the girl, stumbling a little over her own feet as her mind was still somewhere else. Catching up with the brunette, she softly put her hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking further away. Jessica flinched away from the girl’s touch, her eyes sending draggers at her as she continued on her way to her car.

“Jess, hold on.” Y/N said, her throat dry and voice hoarse. Rolling her eyes, Jessica turned to face the other girl who was playing with her fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.

“What?” She spat, a quick laugh leaving her lips as she noticed a tear sliding down Y/N’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer as she played with her car keys.

“You… You shouldn’t be driving right now, not in this state of mind.” Y/N croaked out mentioning to the keys with her hand, not really knowing what to say to the girl. Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did appreciate the young brunette, she considered her a friend now; and that’s why she followed her out there in the cold night trying to help her, to comfort her.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N. Just leave me alone.” Turning back on her heel Jessica trotted over to her car. However, the other girl refused to let her go and ran up to her, swiftly taking the keys from the shaking girl before she could even open the vehicle, and then taking a step back in precaution. “What the fuck do you want?” Jessica yelled in her face, her pupils dilated because of the tears, but also because of the anger she felt at the moment. “Why don’t you go comfort your ‘oh so great best friend’?”  

“Jess, let me at least drive you home.” Y/N whispered calmly, dodging her question once again. She took a step forward, expecting the girl to give up and just let her drive her home safely. What she wasn’t expecting, though, was the harsh slap that she received once she was close enough. The sound of the keys hitting the asphalt filled the air as Y/N brought her hand up to her red and already swollen cheek in surprise.

“Leave me alone.” Jessica repeated slowly, her eyes filled with tears and pain. Y/N watched with wide, glassy eyes and her mouth agape as Jess picked the keys up. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, she just stood frozen and watched as her friend got into the car and drove away into the night.  

When Monty had suggested to spend the evening with some of their friends at the pool house earlier that day, Y/N was surely not expecting things to end up like this. It was supposed to be a fun night; a group of friends hanging out together after a stressful week. A night filled with laugher, music and alcohol. But things never go as planned, do they?  

Minutes passed but Y/N hasn’t moved yet. She felt quite stupid to feel so hurt by her friend’s actions, as they were totally justified – she has been raped, for God’s sake. A slap seems so meaningless compared to what Jessica is going through but it still pained her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling this way. It brought back too many memories. It reminded her of all the times her mother would push her around when she’d do something bad. It reminded her of all the times her father would yell at her until she cried after she brought home a bad grade from school. But most importantly, it reminded her of all the slaps, punches, pinches she would receive from both of them once she grew older; and always for such stupid reasons like being caught kissing a boy, or getting home a bit too late.

Y/N was full on sobbing now, her body shaking as she sat down on the pavement in front of Bryce’s house. Her hand stroked her hot cheek softly, careful not to hurt it even more.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice brought the girl back to reality. Her eyelids fluttered, letting some tears fall all the way down her cheeks and to the ground. Monty approached the girl slowly, joining her on the ground.

“Mon…” She breathed out, her big Y/E/C eyes meeting his. The boy’s lips curved into a small smile at the nickname only she was allowed to use. He used to hate when others called him that, ‘Mon’, but it sounded so nice coming out of her lips. He brought his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest, his chin resting at the top of her head. He could feel her whole body trembling and it made his heart ache. He wished he could just take the pain away.

“What happened, love?” He asked quietly, his hand running up and down her arm in a comforting manner. Y/N looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering. And that’s when in the dim light from the street lamp he noticed the red print on her left cheek. His heart thumped harder in his chest, his grip on her tightening as he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead to calm himself down.

Montgomery wasn’t angry at Jessica. As maddening as it was, he understood why she had done it. She wanted to be left alone to cope with things, but Y/N being her lovely self wanted to help her. Jessica couldn’t know that this action would cause Y/N to breakdown. She wasn’t aware of what the girl went through when she was younger, and what she’s still going through at home. But Monty was very well aware of his girlfriend’s situation. Hell, he almost beat her father up once when he noticed a few bruises on her ribs during one of their make-out sessions. He couldn’t comprehend how Y/N’s parents could do this to their own daughter, but he was glad that she had opened up to him about it. He promised himself that he’d always protect her from them, and from anyone else who would try to harm her in any way.

Leaving one more kiss at the top of his girlfriend’s head, Montgomery stood up, reaching out for her with his hand which she took after a few seconds of hesitation. It was nothing new to him, she’s always suspicious of everything when she’s in physical or psychological pain. What mattered was that in the end she’d always fully open up to him and let him help her.

“Let’s get you out of here, babe.” He said and waited until she nodded her head to lead her to his jeep.

The drive to her house was a very short one as Y/N lived only a few blocks away from Bryce. Usually the couple would hang out and spend nights at Monty’s house, as his parents accepted their relationship more than Y/N’s, but this time her parents were away for a week and an empty house was always better.

Getting out of the car Monty quickly ran to the passenger’s door to help his girlfriend out. He led her to the front door, opening it with the spare key he had.

Minutes later Y/N was comfortably sitting on her bed, her legs hidden under the soft duvet while her boyfriend rummaged through her tidy room, getting DVDs out. A light smile formed on her face as she watched him. She was so thankful to have him. He was her everything and he didn’t even know it. He was her reason to get out of bed in the morning, her reason to go to school, her reason to keep going. He just meant so much to her.

“I’ll go get the snacks.” Monty said moving towards the bed and handing Y/N the DVDs he had found. “You pick the movie.” He smiled affectionately at her.

“Forget the snacks, just come here.” Y/N pleaded, making grabby hands at him and giving him a big smile. Her eyes weren’t dull anymore, they were shining again. The smile wasn’t a forced one, it was genuine. She pouted at him as he still hasn’t moved and just observed her, making him roll his eyes at her jokingly.

“Move then.” Monty pushed the covers off Y/N’s legs only to pull them over them again once he laid down next to her. Forgetting about the DVDs, Y/N laid back next to her boyfriend, clinging to his side. He chuckled as the girl laid her head on his chest, making her punch him playfully in the stomach to make him stop moving. Her fingers danced over his clothed chest as she replayed the events of the day in her head again. A smile crept onto her face once more as she thought about how sweet and caring her boyfriend has been; not only today, but ever since they started dating. Monty’s hand moved up to her face, cupping her cheek softly. He tilted her head back to make her look at him. His heart filled with joy as he noticed her smile. God, how he loved her smile.

“You okay?” He whispered, pushing a few lose strands of hair behind her ear. Y/N leaned up, pressing her lips to his softly in a sweet kiss.

“I’m okay now.” She mumbled into the kiss, pulling away right after. Monty’s arm snaked around her waist, bringing the girl even closer to him as her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers playing with his hair. He moved down a bit, so their faces were on the same level, his forehead pressed to hers. They stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, but was actually only a few seconds as Monty’s thumb started stroking Y/N’s cheek lovingly.

“Good.” He murmured before pressing his lips to hers, but this time in a much more heated kiss filled with love and passion.


Well, that was crap.

Tagging a few people just for this imagine;
@xbarrjallenx and @ans-atkins because they’re two of my favourite 13rw imagines blogs and I’d love to have their opinion on it (+ xbarrjallenx helped me out with the title so a big thank you to you hun).
@arch1eandrews because I promised that I would tag you, as you’re the one who pushed me to finally post something, ily.
@5saucefanfic because I love you so much and you’ve been pushing me to post something too, and you helped me out with this, so thank you.

I’ll probably regret that and might delete it later.

anonymous asked:

I recently read a theory about the Blue Paladin's virtues being Bravery, Compassion and Sacrifice? How do you think the team would respond if Lance died to save them?

The specific question: Sacrifice killing a paladin ultimately means the rest of the team is not going to survive much longer. Losing Lance would break the team in more ways than one. Shiro was the unifying thread to the team in s1e1 but Lance was the needle. I stand by that it’s thematically significant Lance is the only person who knew or knew of every other member of the team. Shiro had never met Hunk, Pidge and Keith hadn’t met each other and Hunk shows no recognition to Shiro. But Lance knew Pidge and Hunk as classmates, Keith as his rival, and Shiro as his hero- he not only knew everyone, he already had opinions of all of them.

I’ll also just toss out meta wise, narratively killing Lance would be garbage, since Lance is insecure, but he’s by no means that insecure. In the moment, yes, he will draw fire onto himself off allies, but he doesn’t do so out of suicidal inclinations. If anything, I’d say Lance is harder to catch in a situation like that, since he has a pretty clear sense of himself and his limits.

You want a member of the team who I could see screwing himself over and getting in serious hot water? Keith, especially if he were ever somehow cut off from the Red Lion, who is accommodatingly more protective of him than most of the other Lions.

Shifting gears, let’s talk Blue Paladin virtues because I think I’ve got a pretty solid handle on these. I do not think sacrifice is one of them- remember, that’s the virtue of the Yellow paladin, heavily emphasized as the central virtue and one reflected visibly in the power set: someone who puts the needs of others above his own.

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to love someone broken [2]

Summary: Everyone finds out how you know the metal-armed assassain. || alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader || multi-chapter

Warnings: Angst (?)

Notes: Thank god for @retroasgardian, I’m sorry this is late!!! 1.3k words

MASTERLIST || PART ONE || PART THREE

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

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Imagine...Being in a secret relationship with Remus and him fucking you in a house full of members of the Order

Characters: Y/n, Remus, Molly, Sirius, Hermione

Pairing: Remus x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Mostly smut, quickie, regular smut, unprotected sex, fluff and…crack? Iunno…basically all smut…

Word count: 980

Summary: Remus drags you around the giant house until you find the perfect room.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-Would you be willing to do a Lupin x Female Reader smutty fic where they have a big age difference (like the way he and Tonks did)? Lupin x Reader requester - Maybe at Sirius’ house, she’s part of the Order or something like that? They stay late after a meeting to help clean up, end up getting side tracked? Ok, so I didn’t do the whole cleaning thing and just did straight up smut. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @helvonasche @notnaturalanahi @wayward-mirage @chelsea072498 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @lucifer-in-leather @professsionalsinner @kumaartz @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @daddysxlittlexsunshine @moose-andnotmoose @wonderange @becaamm @mogaruke @aiaranradnay @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

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“Seriously? Now?”

Remus smirked, grabbing your hand and dragging you up the stairs of the giant house.

You knew it was a bad idea.

The entire house was filled with members of the Order.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were here.

Not to mention the twins.

If either of those morons caught you, you knew your secret would be out.

And you had no intentions of listening to everyone lecturing you for sleeping with a man who’d been your teacher less than two years ago.

“What if someone catches us?” you hissed, looking around and praying no one was watching right now.

“They won’t, y/n. Stop worrying and get in here”.

He opened a door, switching the dim lightbulb on to reveal the room full of old coats and shoes.

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let the boyfriends be boyfriends

In the Morning

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

pairing: jimin x reader 

words: 1689

genre: smut, just smut 

description: late night phone call with jimin

warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk 


a/n: this is literally just smut omg i’m sorry 


2:33 a.m.

The text on the screen of your phone, stared back at you and you couldn’t help the spark that spread within your chest.

[2:33 a.m] Jimin: i keep thinking about you

It wasn’t explicit, but with him, it might as well have been. You knew there was that underlying meaning, he’d always be subtle at first. He didn’t fool you, not anymore. While on the surface, it was sweet but you could see him — you imagined what he was doing. And you did not need to imagine for too long.

[2:37 a.m] Jimin: IMG_019

At the sight of the image, you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth. It didn’t seem like enough, air refusing to stay in your lungs for long. Heat rose up to your cheeks and your blanket was suddenly too much. Your fingers trembled under your phone, and the image left mouth watering.

The image was angled down, his shirt had obviously been discarded somewhere else and he laid, sprawled on his bed. His toned body welcoming you into a wander of thoughts, and the longer you stared, the harder it was to breathe. His plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth and all you wanted was to press your lips on his, or feel them on your skin. The angle allowed you to see how his boxers snuggled onto his hips and you swore you almost drooled when you saw it. The outline of his cock prominent, and his hand gripped the base of it. You instinctively pressed your thighs together.

[2:38 a.m] Jimin: cat got your tongue? ;)

You wanted him to stop, leave you alone, let you sleep.

[2:38 a.m] Jimin: god i just want to feel your mouth on my cock

[2:38 a.m] Jimin: you want that dont you? wouldnt you like that?

You rubbed your thighs together for some relief to no avail and a strangled fuck escaped your lips. You admitted, you wanted to see him squirm under you. His chest heaving, panting hard as you’d take his cock deep in your mouth —

But you had to stop, you couldn’t get ahead of yourself. You needed to stop letting your mind wander.

[2:39 a.m] You: i’m tryin to sleep jimin. go to sleep

You should have let him be, you should not have sent anything, and blinded yourself from your phone all together. A minute later, your phone was buzzing and his name flashed on screen and you debated on just letting it ring. But your body had a different resolve, and you answer with a hushed hello?

“Y/N,” he whined, like he was begging for something from you. His voice was breathless and his pants in between were audible. You bit down on your lower lip to keep your own gasp in.

“I’m trying to sleep, Jimin,” you repeated, but your voice betrayed you, shaking with each word. He groaned at the sound of your voice and your heart thumped loudly in your ears.

“I just want to hear your voice,” Jimin breathed, panted. “I’m so hard, baby girl, please.

You could hear it, the desperation that laced his voice. His moans high pitched with each pant, slipping effortlessly past his lips. He whined, cursed under his breath as he worked his cock. He swirled his hand across his tip, spreading pre-cum on his palm to slick up his length. He squeezed his hand on his tip with each stroke. His chest heaved, trying to regain his breath. His tongue lapped at his lips.

“Jimin,” You whispered, pressing your thighs tighter against each other, and the whine that came from his end broke you. Your hand trailed down between your legs.

“Fuck, I want you on my cock,” Jimin whined. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Your fingers traced along the edge of your panties. The heat stretched through your body. “Oh? I thought you’d like it if I teased you at first.”

A straggled moan escaped his swollen lips before sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. His other hand ran through the strands of his sweaty hair. He swore, breathlessly — “Fuck.”

You could picture him, the muscles of his stomach clenching. His mouth slacked with each passing moan and his lips. God, his lips would be bruised and swollen from biting them. You hissed through your teeth and your confidence struck you. “Imagine having me between your legs, kissing your stomach while I claw at your thighs, trying my best to ignore your cock. Or would you rather I bite your thighs, mark them up?”

Your core ached, hearing the whine from the other end. You slipped your fingers under your panties, and your fingertips finding your clit, brushing lightly against it. You couldn’t stop the moan that bursted out of you, and honestly, you didn’t want to. You wanted him to hear, to hear just how much you wanted his cock deep inside you. Your core ached for him, your whole body trembled the more your fingers worked you.

Jimin hummed once he heard you, chuckling breathlessly. His hand worked up his length faster. He managed to swallow through the pleasure enough to regain some composure — and sanity.

That’s when he muttered, through his panting — “Baby girl” and the sound following it, urged you to eagerly dip your fingers past your folds. You were dripping, but you didn’t need your fingers to tell you that. You could feel your wetness seep against your thighs since the first message he sent. Your fingers slid right in, easily with no resistance and your mouth slacked with a gasp.

“I want you — you, just you. Your mouth on me. Your head between my legs, or your cock inside me,” you cursed as your palm ground against your clit. “Any way you want me, f-fuck — I just need you.”

Jimin’s hips jerked up into his hand, your words making his cock twitch in his palm. All he managed was the panting that dried at his lips. His jaw hung open and god, he wished it was your hand instead of his. There was nothing he didn’t want to do to you. But he didn’t know what he wanted first. He loved when you teased him, your mouth bobbing up and down his cock so slowly, enough to keep him on edge and your nails creating crescent moons on his thighs. But his mind wandered more, to his face between your thighs. His tongue digging deep into your arousal, making you more and more wet until it dripped down his chin. He wanted to watch you squirm, your hands clawing at the sheets until they’d find purchase in his hair. He need to see you writhe, back arched and begging for him.

“Fuck Y/N,” Jimin grunted, throwing his head back against his pillows. “I’m c-close.”

You hummed in approval at his words, his panting lulled you further and further towards your release. Your fingers vigorously pumped inside you and you could hear how wet you were, the lewd sound filled your room.Your fingers weren’t enough, no, they never were enough anymore. The more you desperately curled your fingers, the more that need for release grew but your fingers fell short. Your other hand travelled up your stomach until it reach your breast, kneading it roughly - twisting your nipple between your fingers. Your hips bucked against your palm and you panted his name out like a prayer.

“Ahh, fuck,” Jimin grunted, his hand quickening agains himself. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, coating his fingers with each pump. “Fuck, I bet you’d look great taking my cock. It’d fit perfectly inside of you. You’d be such a good girl and take all of it at once.”

You hiccuped at his words, your palm stuttering against your clit. All you could manage was an incoherent “yes” before a moan ripped out of you. He groaned “good girl” under his breath, and his voice sounded much deeper and that sparked through you. His whines came through more and more before his breath stopped completely, and you knew. He moaned out your name, his hips jerking into his hand - milking out his high and cum covering his stomach.

“J-Jimin, please,” you pleaded. “Please.”

He panted, heavily. trying to catch his breath before he repeated, “Please? Please what, baby girl, tell me. You haven’t said what you want.”

You, Jimin, I want —“

“No, no no,” he cut you off. “Tell me.” You whined, pressing your lips together. “Be a good girl for me and use your words.”

“Jimin, please, I want to cum,” you begged, sounding desperate and you were, you needed this. Your fingers curled into the sheets, thighs trembled around your hand and hips continuing their desperate jerk against your hand. Your fingers curled in you, the knot in your stomach intensified. Jimin’s name spilled from your lips in small pleas.

Good girl,” he groaned out, still breathless. “Keep going, don’t stop until you make a mess for me, okay? Just think it’s me, I know it’s not but pretend, think of my cock stretching you out. Fuck, I would be fucking you so hard into the mattress, just like you’d like. God, Y/N, cum right now. Do it, do it, do it.”

Perhaps it was his words or his voice, hoarse and worn out, that had your orgasm hitting you hard. Your thighs squeezed around your hand, back arched up from the sweat drenched sheets beneath you. His name was pulled out of you in a high moan, in a beg. White flashed behind your eyelids, the knot in your stomach snapped.

Your chest heaved heavily, and you were left absolutely soaked, hand dripping as you pulled out your fingers and mewled softly at the sensitivity. Your eyelids fluttering closed with blissful pleasure.

“Hey,” Jimin said, sheepishly. “You with me?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“You did well, baby girl,” he chuckled. “Go to sleep, okay? Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

“You too, Jimin.”

Call Ended 3:02 a.m.

3

****

“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.

“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”

Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.

Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.

“Hello?”

“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.

“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”

Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.

“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.

“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.

Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug

“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.

“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?

“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.

What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .

The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.

“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”

Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Total package.

Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.

“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking

“Can I borrow your phone?”

Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.

“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face

“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone

“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.

He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.

“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.

The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.

“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.

Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.

“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.

Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”

Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him

“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.

Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.

Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”

And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same

“Sorry, I just get distracted.”

Title: The Wireless
Author: almaasi
Artist: DGiggity
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Alternate Canon, Carnival, Fluff, Romance, Solarpunk, Kissing Booths, Tent Sex, Tattooed Castiel, Angel Wings
Posting Date: 10/10/2017

Summary:  Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind.

For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel…

Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

- - -

Castiel shifted in his seat, tailcoat sliding on the plastic bench. He made sure his feet were steady in the metal footwell below; his stomach was already doing flips of excitement.

“Oh, man,” Dean breathed, eyes turning upward, glazing over as he stared at the ferris wheel’s inner framework. “I forgot I’m afraid of heights.”

“Too late now,” Castiel smiled, as their cart lifted off the ground, going backwards. The next cart gradually approached the ground, and once there, the wheel mechanism paused to let those passengers off, and to let the next couple on.

Dean breathed out through pursed lips.

“It won’t be so bad once you’re up there,” Castiel said softly.

Dean sneered. “Yeah, right.”

“What could distract you?”

Dean did look around, but his eyes lighted on Castiel’s mask. “Your face could,” he said with a quick smirk. “You, uh, feel like unmasking yet? Nobody’ll see you but me.”

This time, Castiel removed the mask without hesitation, leaving it on his lap. He was confident Dean could not see his scars, as he’d taken his seat so his scars were furthest from Dean’s sight.

“Hey,” Dean said, batting his hand at Castiel’s thigh. The wheel moved again; they began to rise once more. Their cradle swung gently on its support, rocking them forward and back by a few inches. “Cas, look at me?”

Castiel turned his eyes to Dean’s knees, but didn’t angle his face far enough that Dean saw the purple makeup or all the mica stars adorning his ruined skin.

“Hey,” Dean said again, more gently. His hand smelled of rose bathroom soap; he placed his fingers against Castiel’s chin and eased his face around so their eyes met. Castiel gulped, monumentally insecure under Dean’s scrutiny.

“Why don’t you want anyone to see?” Dean asked. He looked at Castiel’s makeup, then into his eyes. Castiel peered back and saw the rainbow illumination just touching against Dean’s skin, neon pink, then violet, then blue.

“Don’t you hide your scars?” Castiel asked back.

Dean grinned. “Nah. Battle wounds, man.” He showed Castiel the underside of his forearm, fingers running over a jagged scar, healed badly. His fingers slid up to his right hand, over his knuckles: the light from the ferris wheel threw a pale line into focus, slashed between his bones - and Dean moved on, showing Castiel a still-healing streak across his left palm. And then Dean closed his fist, eyes turning back to Castiel’s. “You read fortunes. Guesswork, you said. But I’d bet anything you know as well as I do, Cas: people tell their story without saying a word.”

My New God

“I’m glad you made it, Sam. But the angel blade won’t work, because I’m not an angel anymore. I’m your new God. A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you”.

Your mind was reeling at the news.

Your Cas, the innocent sweet Castiel, Angel of the Lord. Was…God?

“Cas, what the hell are you doing?”

He turned to you, his eyes soft, but focussed.

“You will address me as Father. Or God. Not Cas”.

You wanted to scoff, to yell at him and make him drop the stupid act.

But the power that was coming from him was terrifying.

You’d been in the presence of other angels and they scared you. 

Hell, you’d fought Lucifer, and stood in the same room as Death himself and lived another day.

But this?

This was different. 

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Absolutely! I’ve never written these two together before, but I really enjoyed imagining them meeting, and it did become shippy  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thanks for the prompt!


The first thing Oikawa notices are his lips, the upward slant of them, crooked and teasing. He doesn’t like it. It feels off balance. It suggests that there are things this dark-haired boy knows that Oikawa does not. He hates that feeling.

“Who is that, Iwa-chan?” he asks, tipping his chin just slightly in the direction of the lanky boy who has caught his attention.

“Kuroo-san?” Iwaizumi says, as if that name should mean anything to Oikawa. “He’s their captain. Middle blocker. You didn’t watch their tapes?”

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