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College!AU Hongbin

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  • major: art history 
  • minor: painting 
  • sports: basketball team 
  • clubs: sculpting club, gardening club 
  • always running into class late with his hair a mess and his glasses on crooked and sketches falling out of his bag but it’s ok because somehow he manages to make the whole look very cute 
  • takes meticulous notes and carries around a huge binder with post-its of all colors and shapes sticking out of it and people are always like ?? how do you manage to find anything in that monster and hongbin just laughs nervously like haHah i ,,, uh,,, have a system hehe
  • loves loves lOVES all the classes he’s taking about art in different parts of the world especially middle eastern art and mediterranean, gets so inspired and enthusiastic talking about the art that sometimes he starts skipping or stuttering over his words and he gets embarrassed because oh no,,, he rambled again
  • prehistoric art is the only class he sometimes manages to fall asleep in but then he keeps himself awake by sketching random students or objects in his drawing pad 
  • joined sculpting club and not painting club because he thought it’d be nice to learn about another kind of art and he likes working with his hands (plus he looks adorable wearing the apron and getting little chunks of clay on his cheeks and it’s just so damn cute and aesthetic gdi hongbin)
  • his first sculpting project was a mug for his mom (: she loved it even though it was slightly misshapen 
  • the only person on the basketball team with an art major and the other dudes tease him for it but then his friend ravi from the soccer team is just like ??? bro art is savage??? and super hard??? so what if you’re not like a chem major or whatever - art is just as important??? bro it’s so cool don’t let it get you down man you’re so talented??? the bromance is strong
  • but anyway you meet hongbin in a painting class that you’re just taking as an elective and you notice he’s so excited like he keeps toying with the brushes before the teacher even starts talking and it’s like really cute,, 
  • and for a couple of weeks you just admire him from afar because like you never have the courage to really ask him anything but then one day 
  • you guys are working on doing like watercolor paintings and you notice that hongbin has a mug with him with some coffee and then he has a cup of water he’s putting the paint into and you’re like oh ok but then …. he reaches for the mug with paint in it and is like bringing it up to his lips and you’re like WA IT 
  • and you like run over and put your hand on his and you’re like !!!!! stop!!!! that’s not something you should drink!!!!
  • and hongbin looks at you with wide eyes like ???? it’s coffee though and you’re shaking your head like no!! it’s paint look!! and he does and his surprised face gets even more shocked and he’s like oh MY g  od i almost drank paint holy moly 
  • and you’re like please be careful,,, paint is probably not good for you and hongbin’s like you’re right i need to be more aware and he chuckles and smiles and oh god you feel your heartbeat get louder because he looks so angelic when he’s laughing and you’re just like u H well ill go back to,,, my painting 
  • and hongbin’s like oh yeah haha sorry but thank you for essentially saving my life haha and he scratches his neck and you’re like oh no it’s nothing haha and you two are just in this awkward flusteredness until the teacher says times up and you’re like well i??? will see you next week
  • and hongbin bows like yeah!!! see you
  • and tbh neither you or hongbin can stop thinking about the other person that whole week
  • like even during basketball practice he’s standing there looking at the hoop and he’s like ,,,,that person was so nice and really pretty and ,,,,,do you think maybe i could keep talking to them/???? no….no…they probably think im a fool for almost drinking paint water…and he probably accidentally gets hit with the ball for daydreaming rofl
  • but basically the next week comes around and you’re like setting up your easel and trying not to think about how cute hongbin’s gonna look when he shows up to class
  • and when he does he’s as Cute as expected and you’re like frick but then suddenly you see him like casually moving his own easel closer to yours and he’s like !! hey,,,,do you remember me?? you saved me from drinking paint water haha
  • and you’re like of course!!! what’s up?? and he’s like oh i was just wondering you know how the teacher was like we need to paint portraits and you’re like mhmm and he’s like weLL is it cool if i paint…you???? iTS Fine if YOU Wanna SaY no Hah ,,, aa,,,,
  • and you start blushing because omg,,no no it’s fine,,,but ??? why me??? and you’re kind of like im not that interesting and hongbin’s like no!!! no you really are and id be honored to paint you and you’re like honored????? and he’s like oops is that too weird to say,,,
  • and god you two are just awkward and blushy but also giggly 
  • and like as you begin to paint you and hongbin talk and everytime you laugh you notice how his eyes curve up and how pretty his mouth looks and you’re like oh god he’s painting me but he’s the real art here
  • and hongbin is probably thinking like im painting them but they’re already art 
  • so cheesy it hurts but moving on
  • and you guys just like get to know each other better and end up laughing at jokes you make or sarcastic comments about how hard painting is and how shit college is and you know everything else
  • and like painting class slowly becomes your favorite because hongbins there and sometimes he comes in with fresh fruit he got from the campus garden because he tells you he’s part of gardening club and you’re like omg how could he get more,,,,,,adorable
  • and you stop hongbin from drinking paint water again,,,,and then again because he really seems to be bad at coordinating his materials like he shows you his backpack once and it’s a mess of notes, drawings, pencils, and snack wrappers and you’re like omg hongbin
  • and before you know it the paintings of portraits are due and you come in excited because hongbin hasn’t let you see the one he’s done of you until now and like when he shows it to you he gets super shy and hides his head in his hands and he’s like im sorry if it’s bad,,,it’s bad isn’t it???
  • and you’re like left in shock because it looks like a photograph and you’re like hongbin,,,,,,,,,how are you so talented it’s so beautiful i wish i could keep it too bad you have to hand it in
  • and hongbin gets all red in the face and ears like it’s not tHAT good and you like hold his face in your hands and you’re like lee hongbin you are an ARTIST it’s so amazing you made me look better than i do 
  • and he smiles because god he’s so relieved you like it but he’s also biting his lip like ,,,, no,,,, i think the real you,,,is much more beautiful,,,,
  • and you’re like beautiful?? in your head and you kind of don’t know what to say and it’s just so soft between you two 
  • and afterclass hongbin finally f I N A  L  L y asks you if you wanna go get something to eat with him sometime and you’re like i would love that!! 
  • and it’s your first date and hongbin comes to pick you up outside your dorm with his hair actually combed and all the paint washed from his fingertips and he compliments your outfit and shakely offers his hand for you to hold and it’s just so pure
  • he takes you to this little italian styled restaurant with murals of the street of italy painted on the walls and like plants and vegetables and spices hanging from everywhere and it’s small but cozy and the food is great and hongbin asks nervously if he can take a photo of you he brought along like a little polaroid camera and you’re like ,,, if you want,,,,
  • and he does and when the photo comes out he’s like you look so cute!! and you’re like t,,thank you!! and you’re like hey if you get a photo of me let me get one of you and you snap one of him being all shy and it’s cute you guys have like matching photos of each other
  • and when hongbin is walking you back to the dorm he pulls something out of his pocket and it’s a folded up piece of paper and when you unfold it it’s like a rough, quick sketch of you and he’s like ,,, i did this in class once when you were just painting,,, i thought you’d like to have it and you’re like omf hongbin
  • and somehow it gives you this spike of courage to lean up and kiss him and hongbin’s eyes go wide but so does his mouth he smiles so much when you pull back and he’s like wow and you’re like ,,,,,,wow is right
  • and ITS SO CUTE like you guys go out on cute dates to cafes or to bookstores to look at the art books or to museums and hongbin is so knowledgable and you learn so much
  • and sometimes you come with him to gardening club and you guys tend to flowers together
  • or sometimes you guys just sit around on the quad while hongbin rests his head in your lap
  • fINALLY you make him sit down and organize his binder and he’s like it’s going to get messy in a week again and you like kiss his nose like that’s fine we can do another organize-hongbins-notes date i dont mind and he’s like i love you so much damn 
  • one day you find out that hongbin actually has a pet bunny in his dorm that he shares with some dude named gongchan and you’re like no way we can’t have animals on campus??? and hongbin’s like i know,,, but gongchan saw him in a store window and now we kind of own him and he’s cute his names thumper and you’re like omg like the disney character and hongbin’s like listen gongchan is corny and you’re like i think it’s you, lee hongbin, who is corny
  • but yes you spend like hours in his dorm playing with the bunny while hongbin gets stuff ready for his art classes or just watches you with this serene smile
  • you and hongbin also both embarrassingly love doing karaoke dates especially when he gets a little tipsy and starts bawling out park hyoshin songs and you’re like Yes  BA by sIN G and he’s just getting way too into it
  • he keeps getting paint on his clothes and so you’re always coming over to make him do laundry and he’s like but the paint stains won’t come out and you’re like with a little scrubbing they will trust me 
  • hongbin bringing you fresh flowers from the campus garden in secret (-: 
  • tbh his best friend ravi made hongbin put a flower emoji next to your name in his phone because he spilled to you that when you’re not around hongbin calls you his rose and you’re like oH and hongbin like slide under the table like f UCK rAVI SH  U S H
  • it’s actually super cute like on the day after his finals were all over and you know he had been stressing about one of his art history finals you like asked gongchan to leave the dorm and you wanted to surprise hongbin with a cake and congratulations for getting through the tests when you walked in on him and he was like
  • laying on his bed without a shirt like on his stomach and like the light from the windows was making patterns on his spine 
  • and he was sleeping just looking serene like ART and you almost dropped the cake from blushing and like you wanted to leave but you put the cake in the kitchen and turned around aND hONG BIN was  TH ERE and youre Like O H my god
  • and he’s like rubbing his eyes sleepily like ,,, you’re here??? and you’re like y,,,eah i wanted to say goodjob on the finals and he steps closer and he’s still not wearing a shirt and god he looks like a greek god sculpture 
  • and suddenly he just takes your wrists in his and pulls you into his arms to hug you and he’s still drowsy with sleep but he’s like nuzzling into your neck like ,,,, stay with me
  • and slowly you like make way back to his bed and you’re losing clothes the whole way there and well
  • hongbin is just a very gentle person and loving and his lips feel as soft as petals against your skin
  • and it’s super romantic after you’re just laying there in a dizzy happiness and he’s like ,,,, oh god we just and you’re like y e a h,,,, and he just hides his face in a pillow 
  • soooooOOOOooo cute
  • you specifically buy him a mug that says “NOT PAINT WATER” on it so you know he’s safe when you’re not around
  • painter hongbin giving you shy kisses on the forehead because he can’t hold your face to kiss you because he’s holding a brush in one hand and the other hand is covered in paint
  • on your birthday he surprises you by giving you the original portrait painting he did of you in the class you two met in and you almost cry and he just gets frazzled like no,, nO this supposed to be romantic and you’re like hongbin
  • and he’s like yes
  • and you like jump into his arms and he’s like OOOhhhh ok you like it good!!!! 

fabulousnerdgurl  asked:

How the boys in the RFA would react to a secretly self-loathing MC? As in, she (or he) doesn't say it outright, but they do little things like stare at themselves in the mirror, judging. Or making lighthearted jokes that inside they take seriously


- He calls you on it after only a few self-deprecating jokes
- “Why do you say such things about yourself?”
- Your silence sort of says it all; they weren’t really jokes, were they? 
- And, listen — this boy worships the ground you walk on. He’s made it explicitly clear he’s not going to stand for Anybody hurting you, and you were no exception to that. 
- He asks you to explain your feelings about yourself, and he listens intently, processing. And you go into great detail; laying out all of the things you hated about yourself before him.
- “…and, I just feel like I’m not good enough to love you.”
- That strikes a nerve.
- Taking both of your hands in his, leaning in close, letting his intense gaze linger on you, he begins reciting your list of why you hated yourself back to you, but he tweaks his responses just slightly.
- “Yes, it’s true you didn’t grow up in a ‘refined’ setting, but god if you aren’t a breath of fresh air for me. You’re a ray of clumsy, awkward, beautiful light in a sea of dark suits and business discussions over wine. Don’t you see that?”
- Despite the faults you find in yourself, he loves you dearly. All of you.


- Once your relationship with Zen becomes public knowledge, the amount of pictures you’re in increases drastically. Unsurprisingly, most are on Zen’s instagram, snapchat, and various other social media platforms of his.
- He sees you looking at them daily, and he’s pleased because he thinks that hey, MC looks at these all the time, that means they like seeing us together!!
- One afternoon he comes home and finds you glued to your phone, thumb scrolling quickly and occasionally screenshotting whatever it was you were looking at.
- He approaches from behind, and from over your shoulder he sees that you’re not looking at pictures of the two of you; you’re looking at the comments.
- Zen feels himself deflate as his eyes begin scanning over the comments.
- Just…awful comment after awful comment after dear lord, how could anyone say that?
- He pulls the phone out of your hand, surprising you, and is about to just exit out of the app when his eyes see the tiny letters in the search bar – MC hate
- And oh
- He already knows, but he goes into your photos anyway and sees the folder titled “comments” that had over 100 screenshots. 
- It all sort of clicks for him, and he almost doesn’t believe it because you’re so beautiful, so handsome, so perfect and how could you believe these awful things about yourself?
- You apologize, and he tells you no, don’t, it’s not your fault. You…You couldn’t help that you saw that in yourself, right? Seeing it said enough instilled it in you. He knew.
- He deletes the pictures and tosses your phone aside before joining you on the couch and wrapping himself around you, just aching to comfort you. He knew these wounds needed time to heal, that self hatred didn’t just vanish because of a few compliments and a cuddle session, but he would be there whispering encouragement and praise til the bitter end because you’re his everything, and you deserve to know how much he loves you.


- Admittedly, he’d always taken your especially hateful comments about yourself as jokes. He never would have imagined you meant anything by them.
- Until one night when you got drunk and began spilling all of the details about your self hatred to him.
- “A-And, like…I’m really fucking ugly, you know? And,” hiccup, “You’re so much better than me, y’know, Yoosung? You’re so pretty and nice and good and I’m just. Awful. Sometimes I’m not sure if you really love me, or you just feel bad for me.”
- And Yoosung is just stunned into silence.
- It was such a cliche thing to say, but really, he’d never dreamed that someone so bright and beautiful and overall amazing could ever do anything less than love yourself.
- He wanted to argue, he wanted to scream that no, MC you’re so amazing, how could even begin to think that about yourself? Of course I love you, I love you more than anything, how could you…
- But he wasn’t going to argue with a drunk person. So he tucks you in bed with a bottle of water and a few Tylenol at your bedside and thought about just how he was going to broach the subject with you.
- Be it fortunate or unfortunate, you wake up remembering everything you told Yoosung. 
- “So, uh, about last night–”
- The conversation following is awkward and makes the two of you uncomfortable, but it all needs to be said and in the end it’s better for the two of you.
- Yoosung takes the day to just hang out with you, reiterating in any way he can how important you are to him and how wonderful he thinks you are.


- As an assistant, Jaehee has gained the ability to watch and read a situation without anyone taking much notice of her.
- She’s also learned patience working under Jumin, so she takes her time in unravelling the issue regarding you and your, quite truthfully, blatant self esteem issues.
- It was subtle at its most extreme, but even then Jaehee could tell in an instant. She knew the sorriful gaze that you give yourself in the mirror each morning as you’re dressing. She knew the way your whole body seemed to wilt when you did something you considered inadequate. She knew the look on your face that hinted at the tears burning behind your eyes when someone came up and began flirting with Jaehee.
- Jaehee had lived all of those things, once upon a time.
- So she broaches the subject carefully. Sits the both of you down on the couch, cups of your favorite beverages in your hands and one of Zen’s DVDs that you both enjoy playing in the background. 
- “MC, I’d like to tell you something about myself, if that’s alright?” 
- She knows that this isn’t an easy or comfortable subject for anyone, so she figures that she can get you a bit more comfortable and share a bit of herself with you all at the same time.
- So she does, explaining gently the inadequacy and self-loathing she felt when she was younger. How she never felt loved in her home, how even though she did her best in everything her aunt never was proud, how she had, once upon a time, succumb to the lowest of lows in the self-esteem department.
- “And the main point of me telling you this is…I feel that you may be feeling similar feelings of self hate. And I want to help you, so please, let me.”
- The day ends with the two of you having a long talk about things, and generally just letting you get everything off your chest. It wouldn’t solve things, but it was a start.


- Seven is the worst and best person to be around if you hate yourself honestly
- The worst because god damn this boy hates himself too but he’s not gonna tell you that
- If you start in on the self deprecating jokes, he’s going to be right there with you
- “Shit I lost this guest I hate myself lolol”
- “I’ve been at this one job for weeks I hate myself too lololol”
- You two are the worst
- But, at the same time, Seven is super perceptive. And crazy in love with you. So when he gets suspicion that hey, maybe MC’s not really joking, he is on your ass immediately.
- Being a sneaky bastard he starts giving you compliments rapid-fire and watching your reactions. 
- “Hey just so you know you’re perfect and I love you so much!!”
- “Uh, thanks Sev.”
- Yeah, he smells bullshit. You’re ignoring his affection and praise like it’s the plague or something.
- He calls you on it immediately. Why do you hate yourself, you’re so amazing, don’t you see how wonderful you are?? Why are you doing this to yourself??
- Now it’s your turn to call bullshit. “And what about you?? You’re just as bad as me!”
- Queue couple fighting over how much they hate themselves
- After a particularly petty fight, mostly comprised of you’re worse and no, you are! you both take a few minutes to chill out before seriously talking.
- You’re both awful in the self-esteem department, and both could stand to love yourselves a little more.
- It’s generally about correcting each other on little slip ups of self-deprecation and cheering each other up after really bad days, but slowly you come to think of yourselves highly with the others help. Oh sweet love borne out of hating yourselves

Harry Styles One Shot - Little Virgin Mary

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Smut

Requested? - Yes! :D If you aren’t too busy could you write one about Harry and how it’s your first time (but not his) but he understands and makes you feel safe? Idk if that makes any sense… Hah! And if it can be intense and hot and kind of long haha sorry I just love your writing!! - Anonymous

Pairing(s) - Harry Styles/Reader

Word Count - 2,220

Summary - Basically, you lose your butterfly to Harry and he makes sure that you’re comfortable with it.

Author’s Additional Comments - You said you wanted it long and if this isn’t long enough or you don’t like it, I’m sorry. It was pretty hard for me to write it, tbh. Idk why. Anyway, enjoy! :D

You were spending some time on tour with your boyfriend, Harry, for a couple of weeks. Currently, he was on stage doing what he does best and you couldn’t be any more proud of him. In only 4 and a half years, One Direction have been unstoppable. They made their way to the top of the world in only 1 year and stayed there.

You and Harry have been in a relationship for a year and 10 months now and you were as happy as a bird who just learned to fly. Okay, bad analogy, but you were super happy and your feelings only got stronger each and every day. There was only one problem though. The other boys have been all the way with their girlfriends and you and Harry have never done anything past a little touching here and there. Harry’s never complained about it, that you know of, and you felt like you should put out a little more for him.

But the thing was that every time you thought of it, you’d feel aroused, but a little scared. You weren’t scared of giving all of yourself to him, but you were scared of the pain. Some of your friends said it hurt like hell when he first puts it in, but others said that it was nothing more than the pain you get from stubbing your pinky toe. You were just so torn.

“Man that was epic!” You heard Niall shout before he opened the door, coming in with a water bottle in his hand. Yeah, the saying is true. You always hear Niall before you actually see him.

“I know! That crowd was amazing! You gotta love Japan!” Liam agreed, flopping down on the couch.

Louis came in and sat directly on Liam’s stomach which caused Liam to lose his breath for a second, then he was fine. Zayn came in and went to the mirror, running a hand through his hair and then taking a seat in a chair next to the mirror. Last but not least, Harry came in and went straight to you, who was sitting on the comfy recliner. You got up and gave him a big hug.

“You were amazing out there.” You complimented.

He thanked you and leaned down to peck your lips, but then he deepened the kiss. He ended up sliding his tongue into your mouth and started playing with yours, making you blush since it was in front of the boys. You’ve made out in front of them before, but not often. You kissed him back to keep up with his actions and his hands slid down your back to your bum, cupping it and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Careful, Harold. You might be making her uncomfortable.” Louis joked, making Liam chuckle a bit.

“Shut up.” Harry said, sitting down in the recliner you were in and pulled you onto his lap.

Yeah, the boys knew about you and Harry’s nonexistent sex life. They often teased you about it, but you didn’t care. You hoped Harry didn’t either.

“I’m not asking this to be a dick, I genuinely wanna know how you can be in a relationship that long and not even feel like going to the next level.” Zayn spoke up, looking up from his phone. He wasn’t joking, but Louis thought it was funny and laughed a little.

Harry only sighed and pulled out his phone. Okay, that made you feel like shit. Harry’s tried going to the next level with you 3 months ago and you declined it. You felt bad then and you feel even worse now. You knew it was your body and your decision if you wanted to or not, but you really wanna give yourself to Harry. You were just too scared. You looked down at your hands and started picking at the chipping nail polish on your fingernails.

“Awww, c'mon Y/N. Its not a bad thing being a little virgin Mary.” Niall chuckled in attempts to make you feel better.

You looked up and gave him a quick fake smile before going back to your nails. Shortly after that, Liam and Louis engaged in their own conversation while Zayn and Niall got lost in their phones. You felt Harry tighten his arms around your torso.

“Don’t listen to them, honey. I don’t mind waiting for you.” He said in your ear.

You nodded and decided not to show how upset you were by it. Instead, you were gonna let Harry make love to you this time. In his hotel room.


As soon as Harry shut the door behind you two, you turned around and immediately connected your lips with his. Needless to say, he was surprised, but he didn’t question it. He kissed back twice as hard, backing you up into a wall. His hand slid from your waist up to your boob and he gave it a squeeze before going back down to cup your heat. You let out a gasp of surprise and moved your hand to his crotch, beginning to softly palm him. He let out a small moan into your mouth and pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours. Lust was prominent in his eyes.

“Babygirl, we gotta stop before we go too far.” He suggested.

You shook your head no. “I wanna go far.” You whispered. “I wanna go all the way with you.”

His eyebrows raised and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “This has nothing to do with what the guys said, right?” He asked.

“Nope.” You grinned.

He bit his lip and grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed, gently laying you down on it. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his tongue gliding its way into your mouth and massaging yours. He lowered his hips and connected his clothed crotch with yours, grinding slowly. You let out a small moan into his mouth and moved your hips to the rhythm of his. He disconnected from you for a moment, unbuttoning your jeans and slowly pulling them down your legs, kissing your thighs as he did.

Once they were off, he was back at your lips and this time, he moved his hand to your heat, rubbing your clit there and you broke the kiss to let your moans escape, but his lips never left your body. They kissed down your jawline and to your neck, going to your sweet spot and nibbling on it. You whimpered slightly and tugged on his baby curls on the back of his neck. He groaned a little and sat up, sitting you up a little bit and peeled off your shirt. He reached behind you and unsnapped your bra, butterflies filling your stomach when the bra fell. He’s never once seen your boobs, nothing past your bra, so of course he was staring at them. But under his gaze, you began to feel uncomfortable and you tried covering them with your arms, but he stopped you.

“No…you’re so beautiful, love.” He said softly, reaching up to knead them in his large hands.

“They’re not big enough…” You said insecurely, not making eye contact with him.

“They’re perfect.” He assured you, leaning down to close his mouth around one and gently sucking on it.

The unfamiliar pleasuring sensation caused your breathing to pick up and he smirked up at you, kissing down lower. He kissed across your lower stomach, going from one hip to the other before moving down to your panties. He licked your heat over the thin cloth, making you gasp a little.

“Well these’ll have to come off, won’t they?” He said cheekily and hooked his index fingers in the elastic, pulling them down your legs. When he came back up, he gently spread your legs apart and they started shaking. He noticed and spoke up. “Are you okay, my love?” He asked with concern. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to do this.”

“No, no. I want to. I’m just a little nervous.” You said, attempting to chuckle but failing.

He began to softly caress your thighs in reassurance. “Its okay, love. I’ll be gentle and we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

You nodded and he looked back down at your heat, reaching his hand up to press his thumb gently on your clit while sucking on your inner thigh, no doubt leaving a hickey. Your heart slightly picked up its pace and he started rubbing it around in figure-eights, eliciting a moan from you. Soon, he replaced it with his warm tongue and began swirling it around your clit, causing you to buck your hips up at the new feeling, wanting more of it.

He smirked and pressed his tongue flat against your clit, moving it up and down quickly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arched your back. Your hands found their way to the mess of curls on his head, gripping them and tugging on them as you bucked up to his mouth. He hummed on you, sending pleasuring vibrations up your body and forcing a louder moan out of you. Soon, you felt your orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach and began to chase it.

“H-Harry..Harry…” You repeated over and over, keeping your eyes closed and concentrated on bucking your hips to his mouth. Your orgasm crashed down on you and you moaned loudly, pulling on Harry’s hair. When you were done, you let go of his hair and he started rubbing his head in pain. “Di-Did I pull too hard?” You asked timidly.

“A little bit.” He chuckled. “Its fine love. Doesn’t hurt too bad.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“Shh. Its fine.” He assured you. He got up from the bed and took his clothes off, going into the drawer of the night stand for a condom. When he found one, he ripped it open with his teeth and got back on the bed, rolling it on himself. “Are you sure you wanna do this? I don’t wanna hurt you.” He asked you.

“I’m sure.” You confirmed, keeping your legs open.

He got in between them and lined himself up at your entrance. He took both your hands and entangled them, leaning down to press his body against yours.

“Here I go..” He whispered and you felt his length pushing at your entrance. He planted a kiss on your lips and pushed harder, only his tip entering you. You scrunched your face up in pain at the new feeling. He pulled away from the kiss. “I’ll stay right here a while, yeah? Tell me when I can go further.” He said.

You only nodded in response and you two stayed like that for a while. “You can move now.” You whispered shakily and he nodded before pushing himself in further, almost halfway in. You bit your lip and let out a muffled noise of pain and he stopped. A moment later, you nodded for him and he slowly pushed the rest of himself in. “Oh my God.” You whispered, digging your nails into his back.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Not at the moment.” You giggled.

“We can stop now, if you want. Baby you don’t have to do this.” He said, his eyes filling with worry.

“I told you, I want this. I promise.”

“Alright.” He nodded. “Tell me when I can move.”

A minute later, you told him he could move and he pulled out, then pushed back in once. “Is that alright? Are you good?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your back and holding you close.

“I-I’m fine.” You said, even thought it hurt. “Keep going.”

He nodded and he started kissing on your neck while he was thrusting to distract you from the pain down there. It worked a little, but you still felt the pain. Until you felt that little spark of pleasure. He thrusted again and this time, you let out moan.

“You like that, love?” He spoke against your neck.

“Yeah..” You breathed out, making little moans and whimpers. “Can you go faster?”

He nodded and picked up his pace slightly, moaning himself. He squeezed you tighter, burying his face into your neck as you held onto him and moaned in his ear. You felt him hit a sweet spot and you groaned, biting down on his shoulder.

“Right there?” He asked.


He thrusted harder and hit that spot again, causing you to moan louder. He began to thrust at a fast pace, making sure to hit that spot over and over. Your orgasm began to creep up on you faster than you know it and you began to leave light scratches on his back.

“O-Oh my God…oh my God…” You whimpered as you got closer and closer.

“Are you close baby?” He asked you.

“Yeah…so close…so close…” You trailed off, focusing on your upcoming orgasm. You began mindlessly thrusting your hips to meet his thrusts and his moans got louder.

“I’m gonna cum baby…you make me feel so good…so good…” He moaned.

“Harry!!” You groaned as your second climax washed over you, biting into his neck.

After a few more thrusts, he groaned and released his cum into the condom, falling limp onto you right after. You two stayed like that, him on top while you’re tangled in each other’s arms  as you began stroking his sweaty hair.

“That was amazing.” He breathed out, drawing invisible circles onto your boob.

“Well now I get to lose that stupid nickname.” You giggled.

“What nickname?”

“Little Virgin Mary.”

tardisandwings  asked:

Hunter!stiles/derek please?

This got away from me a bit, but it was super enjoyable to write so I can’t say I’m sorry. Honestly, I’d love to add about 30k more words to this AU, and maybe one day I will, but I’ll post as is for now. 

Also posted to AO3 (and potentially the beginning of a series).

Stiles likes to hum the theme song to Scooby Doo whenever they get a new assignment. He calls the Jeep “the mystery machine” and constantly declares dibs on being the Velma of the group.

“We are not just a bunch of ‘meddling kids,’ Stiles,” Lydia huffs, annoyed, while Allison smirks in amusement from where she’s taking weapons inventory in the corner.

Stiles laughs and doesn’t take his eyes off his laptop screen, fingers never pausing in their quick movements over the keys. “Uh, we really kinda are, Lyds.”

Lydia rolls her eyes, tosses her hair over her shoulder haughtily, and continues drawing in her sketchbook as if she didn’t hear him. “And if we were, you’d be Shaggy.”

Stiles stops typing long enough to flip her off for that one. Allison giggles at them and starts sharpening her knives.

They’ve got it down to a science now, after stumbling their way into the supernatural as naïve fourteen-year-olds. Three years and a billion near-deaths later, they know their shit.

Lydia is the brains. Allison is the brawn. And Stiles is– Well, usually the bait. He squawks indignantly whenever Lydia puts it in those terms, but he knows she doesn’t really mean it. None of this would work as smoothly as it does without each of their individual skill sets. Lydia uses her Banshee powers to point them in the right direction, Stiles makes the plans and figures out what the evidence gathered will eventually add up to, and Allison makes sure they all don’t die.

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anonymous asked:

(The last one was perfect!) How about Hanzo, Lucio and 76 get into a relationship with a talon member s/o and they know but are trying to convince them to switch sides. And they succeed but don't know wether or not to show they have a relationship or keep it hidden till the s/o is trusted enough by the others?

(you continue to bring me suffering in the best of ways)


“You are happy?” Hanzo’s words are more of a statement than a question. The two of you are outside the base at sunset, your legs dangling off the balcony. The air is pleasant and crisp, the taste of sea salt and lavender on the wind. There’s an oppressive quietness at Gibraltar, the kind that only occasional bird calls and gunshots can interrupt. Hanzo’s words seem to cut through the air like a sharpened knife.

“I am,” you reply, rather unconvincingly. “I just… I don’t like keeping us a secret. Our relationship is one of the main reasons why I left Talon.” Hanzo sits down next to you and you immediately shift yourself to lean against him. He gives you a concerned look before moving a few inches away. You sigh, he’d been distant ever since you arrived. Not even this tryst outside should be happening, according to him.

“They do not trust you much as it is. My word is what allowed you to stay, and if they knew we were together they would not be able to trust my judgement. For now it is best that they are not aware of our situation.” Hanzo is ever the diplomat. You frown, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him.

“I understand, but… I miss you,” you reply, your words more like a pout than a lament. You look over at Hanzo, the long fabric ties in his hair dancing in the breeze. His face is as poised as ever, but his eyes remain filled with a warmth.

He had seen something in you, almost a year ago now. During one particularly vicious combat mission he could have shot an arrow through your throat… but he withdrew instead. His act of mercy piqued your curiosity, and you spent weeks researching the mysterious archer. He was a new recruit for the reestablished Overwatch squad, as it turned out. And there was no reason for your sworn enemy to spare your life.

The next time you saw him, a combat mission in Greece, you completely froze. He noticed you too and slowly made his way over, bow relaxed. Your own weapons hung down by your side, and you holstered your gun as he drew closer. “Hanzo Shimada,” you had called, his eyes had narrowed in response. “You’ve had two opportunities to shoot me so far, yet I find myself unscathed.”

His face was unreadable. “It seems you have returned the favor,” he replied, gesturing towards the guns at your side. That had made you smile.

You started to ‘run into each other’ from then on, each fight between you intricately choreographed in case someone was watching. Finally, he had offered you a way out. Talon had consumed your life for years, but yet he wanted to offer you freedom. “A shot at redemption” he had solemnly dubbed it. You both had things in your past you wanted to wipe clean. You had accepted.

The relationship between you two was murky and undefined for months. Your best attempts at flirting seemed to fall short at the archer’s stoic personality. Yet at one secretive meetup there was a stolen kiss (never spoken of). As you planned your escape from Talon, you couldn’t handle the obscurity any more and you had declared your feelings for him. Hanzo hadn’t appeared too shocked, he merely took your hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

The two of you had been through so much together, yet the rest of Overwatch could never know of it. “Hanzo persuaded a Talon agent to switch sides” was the extent of their knowledge. You had been walking on thin ice ever since you arrived on Gibraltar, not to mention the steely looks the other agents gave you.

Hanzo knew what was best, but that didn’t make his decision any harder to bare. “How long?” You sigh, imaging his hand holding yours.

“I’m not sure,” he replies evenly. “Once they trust you.”

“Can they ever trust me?”

He gives you a faint smile, “I did. I’m sure they’ll come around soon.”


You had first met him online. Not in a chat room or dating website, far from it. You had been hunched over your laptop for hours, systematically hacking into one of Overwatch’s servers. Sombra’s condescending voice occasionally gave you pointers through your earpiece, but you were stubborn and usually just muted her.

You finally had reached a breakthrough when a face popped up on your screen. A familiar face… Lucio, infamous radio star, frowned at you through his grainy video feed. “I don’t know who you are, but you are not hacking into my system on my watch,” he challenged. You grinned, ready for a bit of a fight. For every move you made, he had a counter, putting up wall after wall. Little did you know, Sombra had been watching the feed as well, and (after growing considerably bored with the whole affair) sent you a file with a new program. She was the best in Talon for a reason, and you soon won the battle.

Sure, you had a reason for hacking in their systems in the first place, but you immediately directed your sights to Lucio’s monitor. You typed up a quick victory message and even added a taunting “<3″ to the end.

A few days later, the favor was returned. You were thankful your laptop was a personal one, and not connected to the larger Talon network (or else you certainly would have been dead meat). He had left you a virtual photo and autograph… and he had added your name.

While you were a trained agent and assassin, you couldn’t help but be curious about him. A few back-to-back hacking challenges later, you wanted to meet him in person. While you may have had a concealed weapon the whole time, he had seemed excited to meet you as well. The two of you had, well, hit it off.

“Why do you even work for them? You can’t seriously like this whole terrorism stuff.” He had drawled at one late-night meeting (your fifth time together in person).

“Look, it’s complicated,” you sighed, not really wanting to go into the details.

“No, it’s really not. Either you want to cause irreparable harm to the innocent people in this world or you don’t. I know Talon’s an impossible group to shake, but I could help you get out!” For some reason, you believed him. You didn’t want to be a bad person, but you had gotten stuck working for them a long time ago.

“Why do you care so much?” It was a stupid question, but it’d buy you time to think things over, at least. The mocha in front of you was growing cold.

“Because I care about you. I don’t think you’re a bad person. I don’t want to love someone who loves destruction,” his words hit you like a truck. Love. He cared because he loved you.

“Get me out.”

It was almost entirely fueled by adrenaline and impulse, but you got out of Talon, now protected by a handful of Overwatch agents. Winston probably trusted you the least out of all of them (he was possessive over Athena and you had been… less than delicate with her in the past), but overall you were welcomed. They had been struggling with cyber-security ever since they restarted, and someone who had inner knowledge of how Sombra worked was desperately needed.

You and Lucio had grown even closer since you joined Overwatch, and he wasn’t exactly hiding his feelings for you either. The two of you were almost inseparable (he loved to play ‘intense hacking music’ on his media player for you while you worked). While your close relationship had garnered some distrust, most agents seemed happy to see Lucio happy. That being said, you received a number of threats of what would happen to you if you should ever break his heart.

Even with all of that, you felt happier here than you had ever felt before.


Your first meeting with Jack Morrison occurred with you facing the business end of a heavy pulse rifle. Your leg had been injured earlier in the fight and your own weapon was at least five feet away on the floor. You shouldn’t have honestly even been involved in this fight to begin with, you were primarily a scout- you never stuck around for the serious battles. When the infamous Soldier:76 had shown up, you had hurriedly started to call in the intel, but before you could escape you had been shot in the leg.

He leveled his gun at you, face obscured by a mask and visor. He hadn’t shot you yet, which struck you as strange. This vigilante was notorious for his lack of mercy towards those he deemed criminals. And well, as an agent of Talon, you were certainly a criminal in his eyes. Yet… he lowered his gun.

“Are others on the way? Do they know I’m here?” He growled at you.

Eyes-wide, you replied, “I started to call in the intel but never finished the report. They might send in a few more just to see what happened to me.”

“Come with me.” The soldier had grabbed your arm and started to pull you away out of the area. Your leg was burning with pain and you were barely able to limp at his pace. He finally pulled you away to a jeep hiding behind a warehouse. He leaned you up against its side and started to examine the gunshot wound in your leg. “It’s not too serious, you’ll be fine,” he muttered.

“W-Why have you let me live?” You asked, holding down your leg as Soldier:76 started to wrap gauze around the wound.

He paused and lowered his visor. You saw the face of a grizzled warrior, a large scar running across his face. He explained that you didn’t seem like the typical Talon grunt, he saw something in your eyes. “Potential to do good,” he had named it.

You were dubious, all you had heard of 76 was his bloodthirsty desire for justice, but he didn’t seem as horrible as they had made him out to be. He offered you a way out of Talon, if you wanted it. He couldn’t promise that you’d ever work for Overwatch, but he said he’d be willing to see if you’d make a good match for it.

It was worth a shot, at the very least.

Morrison took you to a safe house where you were able to properly get your leg taken care of. You told him all about your experiences at Talon, and while he still lived at Gibraltar, he stopped by as much as he could to check up on you. Over time you gained the impression his visits were more social than obligatory. When you insinuated as much one visit, he didn’t deny it.

One night you took it upon yourself to cook a relatively fancy dinner when you knew he would be visiting. There was no use hiding your affection from then on, and the two of you solidified your relationship. Even so, you almost missed the action you experienced as a Talon agent. And well, Jack understood exactly what you felt.

He was able to persuade the other Overwatch agents to let you join their ranks and you finally moved on to the base. Jack revealed you as the source of his recent Talon intelligence, and your presence was appreciated (though you still felt suspicious eyes on you when your back was turned).

“I’m not sure it’s the best idea to reveal us to the others,” you frowned at Jack one evening, the two of you sitting together in the computer lab. “They already look at me with suspicion, I don’t want them to think I seduced you or something to get here.”

“I’m tired of lies,” he sighed. “The old Overwatch was destroyed by internal forces. I don’t want secrets to bring it down again.”

“You know I can’t win an argument against you,” you laugh softly. “You’ve always had more experience with these politics than me.” Your hand searches for his and the two of you are temporarily connected. “I’m with you, no matter what you do, alright?”

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“Hey,” said Wendy, noticing Dipper’s shift in attitude. “If it makes ya feel better, I’ll keep an eye on these two while you’re running your quick little errand.”

“Thanks Wendy,” said Dipper with a warm smile.

As Stan and Dipper were about to head out, Dipper and Frisk made eye contact with each other.

Dipper stuck out two fingers, pointed them to his eyes, then pointed them to Frisk.

Frisk pointed to themself, then switched it into an O.K. sign.

With the silent conversation over, Dipper left the shack.

“How about I take care of the luggage,” Wendy suggested to Mabel, setting Waddles free and picking up the bags before someone could say otherwise. “I’ll start unpacking. But this is only because you and Dipper are special. Don’t think I’m gonna be doing this all the time.”

“Thanks Wendy!” shouted Mabel, with Wendy already heading upstairs.

“SO!” shouted Mabel, slightly startling Frisk. “Show me your collection!”


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To Lead Fantastic Lives - Chapter Two

I gotta admit that I was overwhelmed by the response that the previous chapter got. I really didn’t expect this story to get more than 10 notes! Anyways, I thank all of you who have decided to give this story a chance. Here’s chapter two, and I would’ve put it up earlier, but I had to take a few days off the internet to study for my engineering exam.

Now that I got the bad stuff out of the way, I’ve decided to update this fic every Saturday, so be on the look out for that!

Read Chapter One Here


Oowada stepped back, a slight frown fixed on his face.

“Wait, so you’ll do it?”

“Did you perceive the nod as something else?”

“No, I-I didn’t. Just…” Oowada trailed off uncomfortably. “Right. Let’s start tomorrow after class. I’ll just give you the address to my house.”


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Calum Hood One Shot - Jealousy Can Be Satisfying

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Smut

Requested? - Yes! :D Hey love, so if its not too much to ask, could you make one where Calum gets REALLY jealous that you are hanging out and having fun with Mikey and he publishes you (if you know what i mean 😉😉 lol)? Thanks Beautiful!

Pairing(s) - Calum Hood/Reader

Word Count - 2,108

Summary - You and Michael have been spending so much time together over the past couple weeks that Calum begins to get jealous. At the carnival, he makes you two leave early and makes you pay for it at home.

Author’s Additional Comments - This. Is. So. Long. I’m sorry guys lol. Oh! And btw, when you send me requests, please know that I do try to get to them as soon as I can. I wasn’t expecting to take this long to make this request, but so many things are happening in rl right now so I’m sorry.

You were out with the boys at a carnival, having a great night out. Well, most of you were. It just so happens that your boyfriend, Calum, is the only moody one. He’s been like this ever since you two got picked up from Ashton and you and Michael were talking in the car. Sure, you were laughing loudly at his jokes, but Michael’s a funny guy. You couldn’t help it. You tried talking to Calum, but all you got out of him were one word answers or a head nod, so you just continued talk to Michael.

Maybe that’s why he was so moody.

“Y/N, you wanna go on that spinny-thingy?” Michael asked you.

“Sure!” You accepted. “Anyone else wanna come?” You asked and Luke and Ashton both declined. “Calum?”

He only shook his head and headed off to a game where you have to knock down all the cans for a prize. Probably to let some anger out. You shrugged and you and Michael started walking to the ride, then you heard a loud clash of cans fall everywhere and you two quickly whipped your heads around. It was the game Calum was at. He definitely went to it to let anger out because he threw the ball at the cans so hard, some of them flew out of the booth. Instead of getting a prize, he simply walked away to catch up with Luke and Ashton.

“What’s up with him?” Michael asked as you two started walking again.

“I don’t even know.” You half-lied. You had a good idea what was wrong, you just weren’t sure if you were right. Plus, you didn’t wanna hurt Michael’s feelings by telling him that he’s unknowingly pissing Calum off. Well, its not all him. Partly you too.

The line for the ride was long, but with Michael, it went by really quick. One of the things you loved about Michael was that he almost never stopped talking and he’s super funny. Out of Michael, Luke, and Ashton, you were closest with Michael. When Calum introduced you to his friends, you and Michael hit it off pretty good. He knew that and he had no problem with it, mostly because Michael had a girlfriend of his own at the time. They broke up two weeks ago because he caught her cheating.

And that’s when you realized, Calum’s only pissed because since Michael and his ex broke up, he’s been spending more time with you to get over her. You spent every day for the past 12 days with Michael, getting him to feel better since the other boys couldn’t. You could’ve sworn Calum had no problem with it though. ‘Shit…’ You thought, suddenly feeling guilty that you’ve been spending more time with your boyfriend’s best friend than you have been with your boyfriend.

“Michael, I gotta go talk to Calum. I just remembered something.” You spoke up.

“Oh…” He said, his facial expression slowly dropping, which made you feel so bad. “Okay. Will you be back in time for the ride?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.” You admitted.

He only nodded. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a tight hug, before making your way back down the line. You made your way around the carnival walking at a fast pace, looking around frantically for your tall Kiwi boyfriend. You didn’t exactly spot him, but you let out a sigh of relief when you spotted dirty-blonde hair that belonged to the 7’’ man that is Luke Hemmings. You jogged over to him and soon spotted Calum. Without a word, you grabbed Calum by the wrist and dragged him to a spot that gave you two a little privacy.

“Oh, now you wanna talk to me? What, is Michael taking too long in the bathroom?” He spat angrily.

You felt more bad at his words. “Okay…I guess I deserved that. But, Calum, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I was basically ignoring you, I was only trying to help Michael feel better about his shitty break up. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You apologized sincerely.

“Yeah, well you did! I’m so fucking pissed that I can’t even think straight! I almost punched Ashton in the nose just for saying he had to go to the bathroom!” He exclaimed. “You know what? We’re leaving. C'mon, let’s round up everyone.” He decided and grasped your wrist, pulling you back to where Luke and Ashton were.

“No, Calum! We can’t ruin everybody else’s time just because you’re mad!” You protested.

“Yeah? Watch me.” He simply said and went to them. “Hey guys, Y/N’s not feeling well. Sorry to cut this short but can we go?” He asked in a totally different tone of voice than the one he had earlier.

“Well, I can just leave, drop you two off, then come right back.” Ashton suggested.

Calum nodded and Ashton told Luke to go find Michael and stay with him while he was gone. Being the baby of the group, Luke complied and did as he was told. We all walked to the car.


The car ride home was silent. Very silent. Ashton dropped you two off at your house and you thanked him before getting out. You walked to the front door and waited for Calum to come and unlock it. He did and he slightly pushed you in, slamming the door behind him. You sighed.

“Calum please ta–” You started, but he cut you off.

“Shut up.” He said in a low, deep voice.

You were taken aback. Did he just tell you to shut up? What the hell?

“What did you just say to me?” You asked, slightly offended.

“I said, shut up.” He repeated, clenching his jaw. You knew that when he does that, he’s really mad. You decided not to push it further. “Get your ass upstairs and you better be naked and laying in the bed by the time I come up. I’m giving you a minute.” He ordered.

You quickly followed suit, running up the stairs and stripping as you go. As soon as you jumped in the bed and got comfortable, Calum busted into the room in only his boxers. In his hands, he held a tie, handcuffs, a vibrator, and a thin whip. You felt yourself get excited at the thought of all the things he could do to you with just those four items.

“Now, I don’t think you’ve been very nice to me these past couple weeks, do you?” He asked in a fake calming voice, sauntering toward you. You shook your head no and he smirked, satisfied. “Put your wrists together and put them against the headboard bars.” He demanded and without question, you did as you were told.

He cuffed the furry black handcuffs around your wrists, making sure not to do them too tight. Next, he blindfolded you with the tie. With that sense gone, your other senses were automatically highered and you shivered just when he ran two fingers down your torso. He ran them back up and used only his index finger to rub around your nipple, then taking the nub in between his index and thumb, pinching it. You let out a soft whimper and bit your lip, loving how this was going.

“Now, tell me. Have you and Michael ever done anything…” He paused, trying to find a correct word. “Unfaithful, behind my back?” He asked.

You wrinkled you eyebrows at that question. You and Michael? What? Well, you weren’t gonna lie, Michael is pretty damn hot, but no. You would never betray Calum like that.

“No, never.” You answered.

“That’s a good girl.” You heard the smirk in his voice and you felt his cold thumb begin to rub circles onto your clit, causing you to let out a moan at the feeling. “Have you ever thought about fucking Michael?” He asked.


He hummed in satisfaction and slipped his index finger into your wet heat, rubbing it against your walls while still rubbing your clit. You arched your back slightly and moaned in pleasure, loving the feeling of Calum’s fingers work you.

“Did you enjoy spending all that time with Michael?” He asked.

“Yes.” You muttered without thinking.

Suddenly, you felt him hit your clit and your thighs clenched together as you let out a holler in pain and pleasure. He slapped your inner thighs before making a 'tsk tsk tsk’ sound.

“I knew I was gonna have to punish you.” He sighed, pretending to be disappointed. “Open your legs wide, baby. Keep them open, no matter what the fuck happens, alright? And. Keep. Still.” He ordered.

You gulped and nodded, scared but excited for whatever was gonna happen next. You heard the vibrator turn on and it was on the lowest setting, then you felt him gently press it on your clit. You bit your lip to try to keep still, considering you were already majorly turned on by how hot Calum was being right now.

“Hm.” He said as if he was impressed and he turned it up higher, pressing down harder.

“Calum…oh my God Calum.” You muttered, trying hard to keep your hips still now. It took so much willpower. You grasped the headboard bars and squeezed as hard as you could, trying your absolute best to keep your hips still.

He chuckled darkly and turned it to its highest setting, pressing it down harder. You felt yourself already reaching your first orgasm and began to mindlessly buck your hips. Suddenly the vibrator turned off and it went away, but what came back was a sharp sting to your heat, which caused you to gasp in surprise, pain, and pleasure all at once. That must’ve been the whip.

“You just don’t like to listen, do you?” He said in mock disappointment, whipping your heat again, causing you to let out a loud moan. He whipped you once more before tossing the whip aside. “I’ve got something else up my sleeve.” He said and you could literally hear the mischievous tone in his voice.

You felt the pillows dip at both sides of your head, which could only mean one thing. Right when you mentally guessed what it was, you felt his cock on your chin.

“Open up.” He demanded.

You did as you were told and he slid himself in, not going down your throat just yet. He pushed himself back and forth like that for a while, letting out little moans and whimpers before he went deeper, pushing all of him down your throat.

“Fuck…your throat’s so tight.” He moaned loudly, taking a handful of your hair and gripping it harshly.

He began to fuck your throat, occasionally keeping his hips pinned to your mouth as he throws his head back in unbelievable pleasure. His breaths got heavier and his moans got louder, then he reached behind himself and started rubbing your clit at a fast pace, causing you to buck your hips up in pleasure. When he felt himself about to cum, he pulled out of your mouth and took his hand off of your clit, licking your juices off of his fingers. He untied the blindfold from around your eyes and you blinked a few times to get used to the dim lighting of the room.

“I wanna see your face when I fuck you.” He sharply whispered. He lined himself up with your entrance and slid in with ease, considering how wet you were for him. “Mmm, is all this wetness for me?” He smirked.

“Yes.” You breathed out, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of Calum filling you up.

Calum groaned and slowly began moving back and forth to let you get used to his size, then eventually picked up his pace. He sat up and wrapped your legs around his waist, gripping your hips harshly. You were, no doubt, gonna have thumb-shaped bruises on your hips by the morning. All of a sudden, his thrusts became angry. Desperate. Controlling.

“You’re only fucking me.” He growled.

“Yes, Cal. Only you.” You moaned, arching your back as you felt your orgasm approaching.

He noticed your pussy clenching and unclenching around him and he propped one of your legs up on his shoulder and at the new, deeper angle, you hit your climax in no time. You shouted his name as you came, him filling you up with his cum shortly after. After that, he collapsed beside you onto the bed. He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs, taking them and tossing them somewhere in the room. He pulled you into his chest and started softly stroking your hair.

“You do love me right?” He asked, almost as if he was afraid of the answer.

“Of course.” You nodded. “I promise you, Michael’s just a friend. I would never do that to you.”

“Okay.” He said and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too.”


 I’ve gotten numerous asks about this, so now it’s finally here:  A masterpost all about my animated show in development, “Seven Seas”!

The series follows Lucas Sarsgaard, son of the legendary Sebastian Sarsgaard, a pirate exiled in Lucas’ childhood. Five years after his father’s sentence, Lucas is still desperate to find him–and now may finally have his chance. Setting sail with his best friend Kyle Humboldt and mysterious rebel Armada Medina, the trio will face off against rivals, mythological beasts, and the heart of the sea itself…discovering through the journey what it really means to be a legend.

Thank you so much for you guys’ interest, and I especially want to thank @kerbabbles and @galladerocksgamer for their support as I was putting this post together!

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i'm cold and you burn

“Okay! Who’s got who?”

The Super Bowl is a time for celebration, for hooping and hollering and getting shit faced drunk and pigging out on the most unhealthy foods. And then repenting to God the following Sunday because — seriously, who would’ve thought the dainty woman could curse like that?

For Americans, that is.

For Harry, it is time to take out of his busy schedule to sit down, relax, and cheer for whoever’s ahead. However, the Packers are playing, his team, against the Dallas Cowboys.

Who would’ve thought?

And he already knows he’ll be on vocal rest for the remainder of their ten-day vacation.

So, of course, Harry yells, “Packers,” and Louis writes it down on a random taco wrapper, along with his, Zayn, and Liam’s pick: the Cowboys.

Honestly, what’s wrong with those three? Don’t they realize the Packers are going to destroy the Cowboys? That’s common sense.

But Niall’s with Harry, at least, and Harry’s glad. He can’t be the lone wolf tonight — especially since he’s the only one not consuming alcohol. He’s just barely legal — only by a few hours actually, and though you’re supposed to party on your twenty-first, he partied enough on his eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth — and he remembers Niall’s first week of being twenty-one all too well. He doesn’t want to relive that.

“Packers, mate.”

Zayn shakes his head, seemingly disappointed, but Louis writes Niall’s choice down anyway, without question. His smartass grin says otherwise, though.

Harry’s feeling so attacked right now.

“You do know it’s a bet, right?” asks Liam, and judgement taints his tone.

“So?” Harry interrupts Niall’s response. Who does he think he is, mouthing the Packers? “S’not like the Cowboys can pull off another Super Bowl win. That’d be a miracle.”

Liam smirks. “Wanna bet?” And holds out his hand.

Harry’s confused. “We already are.”

“What’s the bet?” asks Niall, plopping his rear beside Harry. Harry doesn’t mind sharing the recliner — it’s quite big, and comfortable, and he loves to cuddle, especially when it’s cold and Niall’s hoodie is just so soft against his cheek and his cologne smells really good, too — but he’s not sharing his popcorn. No way.

Louis shrugs. “Loser has to run around the block in the cold,” he says absently.

Zayn shakes his head. “That’s boring,” he protests. “Let’s spice it up a bit, lads.”

“What are we, a middle-aged couple with three kids and a dog?” demands Louis, hands stapled to his hips in a faux angry stance.

Zayn shrugs. “Will be someday, I guess.”

Niall laughs — because Niall laughs — and Harry intervenes, because he seems to be the only one with sense at the moment. “How ‘bout… we streak?”

Louis snorts, but keeps his mouth shut, and Liam outright laughs, and Zayn hurries to run into the kitchen and grab another bag of popcorn because Harry’s not sharing with him, either.

But it’s not a no. Nobody objects. So that’s it: the loser streaks.

It’ll be funny seeing Liam, Zayn and Louis run the block, Harry imagines.

Beside Harry, Niall nods and shimmies closer, rooting around till he is glued to Harry’s side and snuggled up into the warmth. “Sounds good.”



The unexpected happens. The Packers lose by forty-five. Harry lost it in the middle of the first quarter, when Aaron Rodgers failed to dominate the Cowboys’ badass defense.

And it is badass. But Harry’s not gonna admit it.

He hasn’t regained it quite yet, either.

His anger soared like an eagle on an air current, and he’s been seeing red instead of green and blue jerseys for a few hours. The only thing he liked about the entire game was Carrie Underwood’s epic halftime performance — because who would’ve thought a country girl from Oklahoma could be so fucking sexy?

Not that Harry was looking. (He was.)

But, above all, Louis’s shit-eating grin is probably what pisses Harry off the most. Louis’s always been an oppressive, in your face smartass — but that’s just Louis. Harry’s never allowed it to bother him.

It does now, though. And Harry just wants to deck him in the gonads. Knock him down a peg or two.

Zayn’s smoldering smirk is almost as bad, but Liam’s cackled, “Strip, boys,” is what does Harry in.

“Fuck you,” he says, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Beside him, still cuddled up, Niall’s munching off the popcorn and toeing out of his fluffy bunny slippers at the same time. Harry wants to tell him to stop, but he’s too lost wondering if Niall snitched a pair of his new socks.

“Nuh ah ah,” says Louis, wagging his finger in a pestering way. “A deal’s a deal, boys.”

Harry opens his mouth to speak, to say Fuck you again, but louder — and then Niall’s cutting him off, pushing to his feet and tugging the hoodie over his head.

“He’s right, Harry,” berates Niall, shrugging. “And I’m not goin’ alone.”

Harry can’t say no to that.

But what is that, exactly?


But Harry doesn’t want to do this. At all. It’s the first weekend of February, and it’s fucking cold in New York. If he could turn back time, he would — he doesn’t care about time warps or black holes or clones or doppelgängers — but he’s being shoved out the door with Niall only a moment or two later. Buck naked.


Butt. Ass. Naked.

The door slams behind them with a finality so loud Harry thinks he might cry. But surely his tears would freeze. Can’t have that.

At least he’s got running shoes on. But they’re Louis’s, and Harry’s feet are a bit bigger, and the squeezing green fabric hurts, just a little.

But he’d rather have sore feet than frost bitten feet.

“A block’s not so bad,” quips Niall, shrugging, as he nudges Harry’s shoulder to get him to move. “And it’s not that cold, really.”

But his teeth are already chattering loudly and they’ve only barely began, and Harry has to bite his lip hard to not point out that snow doesn’t have to be on the ground for his balls to be up in his throat hiding from the cold.

So Harry just shakes it off — the chill, the minuscule stab of embarrassment, the raging anger, and the catcalls they get from random people along the highway as he and Niall pass. It’s not like it’s the first time Harry’s been seen naked — and it probably won’t be the last — but he doesn’t particularly enjoy reliving certain X Factor memories.

Honestly, who’s out in this weather when they can be inside, soaking up bought heat? Do they not have sense?

But, then again, Harry’s out in the cold, moist air, too, and his white ass is glowing in the night. That’s the pot calling the kettle black, and so he just dismisses the abrupt masses of people.

Really, his only worry is the amount of pictures, and angles, his junk is going to be in on the Internet later. But, then again, it’s not the first time.

So really; what’s the worry? They’ve already seen it once. A couple hundred more times shouldn’t damage them any further.

And the cops? What’s a cop on Super Bowl Sunday? Is that even a real thing?

Fuck the police.

But Harry doesn’t say that. He is in America, after all, and there’s no way to know what might happen.

“Whose idea was this?” he hisses in Niall’s direction. The lad’s breathing is a bit heavy, as is Harry’s, but thank God and Mother Theresa and — hell, Michael Jackson and Patrick Swayze and Marilyn Monroe, too — because they’re nearly finished with the block, rounding the second to last corner.

Niall laughs, and the noise is heavenly, warm like the steaming mugs of hot cocoa that had best be waiting on them when they return, and says, “Yours.”

Harry shakes his head. “No,” he denies. “No. Nope, it wasn’t.”

He never would have offered for streaking had he believed the Packers would bow down to the Cowboys.

“Um, Harry?”


Niall stutters, sputters something incoherent, and stops momentarily, opting Harry to cease, as well.

Confusion contorts Harry’s face. “What?”

“People are staring,” answers Niall, a bit shaky, his eyes cast down.

Well, duh. They’re two guys, bare, running down a city block. And they’re well known. Of course people are gawking. And snapping photos.

And then Harry sees that Niall’s modestly cupping his genitals, and it all makes sense.

Harry’s the one who has no sense in this equation.

“Oh,” he says, his mouth mirroring the word, and quickly wraps what’s left of his package up in both his hands. Most of it’s somewhere up around his neck because of the cold, but he only has two hands.

And then — all of things; of all things — it begins to snow. Little flurries, like transparent, ghostly white souls falling down and around. It’s not heavy — not yet, at least, and Harry knows they have to get back before they’re caught out in a blizzard.

It’s cold on his shoulders, a light nip of what’s to come, but it is pretty and peaceful, and cools Harry’s temper somewhat.

But Niall’s not ready to go yet. And, really, who is Harry to protest?

He stands and smiles, reaching out with one hand to catch two small flutters. “It looks like feathers,” he observes, still grinning like a doofus, “like the angels got into a pillow fight.”

Harry’s floored — figures he’d be on the ground, writhing in a ball of pleasure-pain on the floor should he actually be inside and warm and clothed — but he can’t do anything now. Not really. It’s late, and they’re in public, and indecently exposed, but who’s gonna call the law. Who gives a fuck? Stuff like this happens on a daily basis in New York.


So Harry holds one hand out to Niall, says, “You might wanna hold my hand and make sure I don’t fall the rest of the way.”

Smooth line, Styles.

But it doesn’t matter because Niall’s laughing and licking the flakes off his hand — and Harry’s doubling over, mentally; he’s done for, completely gone — and intertwines his fingers with Harry’s.

They begin to run again, a slow jog, and Harry notices that people are scurrying to get inside out of the light snow, ignoring the two naked idiots for the most part. Must be a big storm — which isn’t a bad thing. He loves snow. Always has.

And he loves to be inside, snuggled in the blankets and basking in the warmth of his bed when it’s snowing — and if Niall’s there beside him, it’s okay. He’ll share the blankets. It’s always nice to have another body next to his on the cold nights.

Right now, he wants Niall — and whether that’s love or lust, Harry can’t say. Both fade, right? But either way, he’s feeling it now, and it’s beautiful and intoxicating and warming, and he’ll hold on to it for as long as he can.

The icy flakes kiss at his skin, burn with chill and then numbness ensues, and it’s at that moment, as Harry’s sticking his tongue out to catch a flurry, that he realizes something.

“You noticed?” he asks Niall.

And he’s not talking about people stumbling into buildings or the gorgeous tranquillity of the snow or the slippery slopes ahead. He’s talking about how Niall all but asked Harry to cover himself because people were looking — and liking —when they shouldn’t be.

Niall shrugs, but his cheeks are a tad pink, and not just from the screaming chill. “I might’ve noticed,” he says, and squeezes Harry’s hand just a little harder, so Harry could feel him through the desensitization of his fingers. “Yeah, I did notice. I did.”

And that’s okay with Harry, because he squeezes back, and steps just a bit closer to Niall’s warmth, and — honestly, he’s so red, so fucking hot, that surely the pure flurries are melting as soon as they touch his skin. And it’s Niall’s fault that the angels’ feathers are melting. It really is.