these endings send chills up my spine

- you always cross my mind, at the most random moments. The sunset reminds me of how soft your voice is. The stars remind me of the smile that shines brighter than the world itself. Even darkness reminds me of you, how deep your mind and heart are, yet how peaceful they both seem. You are my light at the end of a tunnel. Your lips against my neck makes me weak, your fingers tracing my skin , sends chills up and down my spine. You’re exhilarating. You truly take my breath away. You have the mind of a poet, your words flow like a book. Filling new pages everyday, I want to be on those pages, as a new beginning.

From Paris, With Love

Genre: Fluff?? Angst??

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warning/s: Some smut mentioned *blushes* and cursing.

A/N: Okay, I’m not sure what this is? This isn’t a request, but it’s been sitting in my computer for a while. I have a happier version of this, but I liked how the angst turned out to be. Anyways! Enjoy our lovely Jung Jaehyun! ❤︎

Originally posted by neotechs


Y/N has no idea what she’s doing in Paris right now.

Sure, Taeyong invited her as his childhood friend, but he was never aware of her unrequited love for him. He thinks that Y/N sees him as her older brother, but it is far from that.

Paris is the best location for sweet weddings, but it’s not fair for those who have no one to love. It’s called the city of love for a reason. Everywhere she looks, the couples are clinging onto each other like they couldn’t in South Korea.

Last night’s wedding bummed her out big time, and now, she’s in the hotel’s restaurant catching up with her food intake.

She got painfully drunk last night, that she actually ended up in someone else’s room.

And she was bare naked, too.

She groans as she remembers. Who in this beautiful city did I sleep with last night? The guy was actually taking a shower when she had woken up, and she shuffled her way out this morning to escape the embarrassment. She remembers the voice calling for her though, yet she didn’t turn around to take a good look at him.

“Hello,” a tall guy wearing jeans and a plain tee greets her with an adorable smile. “May I sit here?”

She nods, unable to say anything. That voice sounds way too familiar…

She peeks on the guy’s collarbone and finds a purpling mark that he is obviously trying to hide.

“Why did you run away this morning?” The male whispers lowly, sending chills down her spine.

I’m screwed.

“My name’s Jaehyun, by the way, in case you forgot,” he eats some of Y/N’s breakfast that she doesn’t touch anymore. “My real name’s Yoonoh, but whatever floats your boat.”

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. How did we end up having sex last night?

“We were both drunk as fuck,” Jaehyun informs her as she begins to look conflicted.

“You look lonely,” a tipsy Y/N elbowed the drinking Jaehyun beside her.

“My girlfriend just dumped me over the phone, then I heard a guy’s voice,”

“Maybe it’s her dad?”

“Telling her to come back to bed?” Jaehyun chuckled as Y/N frowned after hearing the next line.

“Well, she’s bullshit!” Y/N continued drinking her tequila, and then the loud music jammed throughout the venue.

“Come on, big boy, let’s dance!”

And so she pulled the unwilling Jaehyun on the dance floor. Right after she saw Taeyong and the bride’s sensual dance moves, she stopped moving and slumped despite her bleary eyesight.

Jaehyun noticed and turned to where Y/N was looking at.

“Hey,” Jaehyun tried to get her attention, but she was focused to the newlyweds’ erotic dance. Out of nowhere, he grabbed her face and passionately took the breath out of her.

“Make me forget about it,” Y/N pleaded as she tightly embraced his waist.

They abandoned the rest of the party, giving in to their deepest desires in bliss.

“I’m an embarrassing human being,” Y/N hides her face.

“You’re not,” Jaehyun disagrees. “You’re actually pretty good. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have this hickey.” Jaehyun lowers his collar a bit.

“How can you remember? I can’t even remember a single thing!” Y/N mutters.

“Do you want me to remind you?” He leans into her ear and whispers.

“Shut up,” she whines as she bangs her head on the table.

“Shut it, sweetheart. Now, finish your food because we’re going to the Eiffel Tower today!” Jaehyun announces ecstatically.

“Said who?”

“I did! And it’s a date.”


Y/N promised to stay in touch with Jaehyun after that wonderful date around Champs-Élysées.  They took pictures, they held hands, they kissed, and they had a repeat performance of the previous night’s rendezvous.

Poor Jaehyun for holding on to her empty promises.

He receives no call from Y/N, even after five days of their return to Seoul. He could ask Taeyong, but it appears so that the female does not want to see him, nor does she want to involve herself with.

Still, it makes Jaehyun incredibly lonesome.

“Cheer up, hyung,” Mark pats his back before he prepares to go to university.

“Maybe I should go out now. I don’t think moping would be of any help.” He’s usually so cheery, but because of one girl who does not want to keep in touch after two amazing nights (at least to Jaehyun, it is), he is in a funk.

“Yeah, just go to Ten hyung’s bash later, hyung. I wish I can go, but I need to worry about my future.” Mark grumbles before tugging on his backpack and leaving their apartment.

So Jaehyun does go to Ten’s party, and it may have only consisted of some friends, which includes Taeyong and his new wife.

“Hey, Ten, I hope you don’t mind but I invited someone,” Taeyong sheepishly informs, his hands on his wife, Yerin.

“No problem, hyung! The more, the merrier! What’s your friend’s name?”

Jaehyun somehow wishes that Y/N’s name will come out of Taeyong’s mouth. He hopes that she will appear in front of Ten’s door, and she will see how miserable she has made Jaehyun by not reaching out to him.

“Her name’s Jennie,” Jaehyun downs his beer to hide his dissatisfaction.

“Sounds like a girl,” Yuta points out as he gets himself some chips.

“Because she is, stupid,” his girlfriend, Sorn, hits his head. Yuta groans in pain and asks for Sorn’s unneeded forgiveness, but she lets him anyway. That’s how nauseating they are.

Or maybe Jaehyun is just bitter.

“Ten, Jen says she’s here. Let me open the door.” Taeyong rushes to the main door of Ten’s house and opens it to reveal a tall brunette female along with a blonde one beside her.

“Hi, oppa,” Jennie greets Taeyong with a hug. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought some friends. This is Lisa, and I thought Ten and Yuta’s girlfriend would like to meet her because she’s Thai as well.”

Lisa and Ten both exchange pleasantries in their own language, and Ten’s smile has been worn since he saw her.

“Oh, and another friend came by. I finally forced her to come with us since she doesn’t want to leave the house since we came back from Paris,” Jennie fills in some information, but Jaehyun decides to drown it out. He does not expect to see Y/N anymore. “She’s just parking across the street.”

Taeyong smiles at the last friend’s appearance.

“Y/N, you finally came out of your hellhole!” Taeyong exclaims as he tackles the female with a hug.

And Jaehyun almost spits out the alcohol. Suddenly, he’s sober and all traces of his tipsiness is gone.

He turns his face away from the said female, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. He may have expected her to come, but he hasn’t thought of what to say to her. Suddenly, all the questions in his mind are erased from him.

He misses her face, though. He traced her featured during the second night after she fell asleep, hoping that even if she leaves the next morning, he will remember the contours of her face, the high rise of her cheekbones, her dimples, and her wide eyes.

He remembers it surreally, and he so much wants to catch a glimpse of it once again.

Giving in to the temptation, Jaehyun decides to take just a little peek of her, and to his grimace, she is looking right back at her.

She looks utterly surprised, but relief is visible through her features. Jaehyun sees that her fists are balled, knuckles already turning white. Jaehyun looks away, once again feeling bitter after she completely cut him off after promising that she wouldn’t.

Don’t waver, Jung Jaehyun. Don’t.

The night goes on like that, with him stealing glances at Y/N and Y/N doing the same, and whenever their gazes meet, Jaehyun always turns away first.

It’s a cycle so cruel, but Jaehyun wants to make her feel how he did.

Jaehyun escapes the stuffy house. Yuta and Sorn are already drunk, but they’re the same as when they are not. They’re still overly cheesy and unnecessarily touchy. Ten is as well, flirting with the quiet newbie Lisa, who is now sleeping on his shoulder. Jennie is the only one sober, as she is assigned to drive home.

Y/N is nowhere to be found.

Jaehyun later finds her sitting on Ten’s yard, staring up at the night sky. She does not notice the intrusion of another person.

“Ah…” she slurs, pointing to the sky. “I hate myself.”

Jaehyun assumes that she’s intoxicated as well by the way she is speaking to herself.

“Because of your silly fears, you lost the chance with an amazing guy, Y/N,” she giggles to herself and chugs down the contents of her bottle. “He must hate me so much.”

Jaehyun decides not to speak, wanting to hear how she feels.

“I miss Jaehyun,” she suddenly sobs. “Moon, how come he doesn’t want to look at me? I pushed him away, right? Did he hate me because of that? I was afraid that it maybe something he doesn’t want to happen. Maybe it was only the sex that he liked, and I was afraid because I felt something special between us.”

Jaehyun suddenly feels relief wash his senses.

“Stars, can I have one wish, even if I’m selfish?” She does not receive an answer of course. “I wish Jaehyun won’t hate me anymore. I don’t know if I can explain this to him, but I really, really like him. Do you think he feels the same?”

“I don’t think the stars know the answer to that question,” Jaehyun finally makes his presence known, and in a flash, Y/N turns her head to him. “Only I know it.”

“You’re here,” she smiles, staying at where she’s seated in case he doesn’t want her to go to him.

“I was only waiting for you, Y/N,” Jaehyun sits beside her, taking ahold of her beer. “I would’ve understand, and it would’ve saved us a lot of heartbreak if you decided to confirm it with me first.”

Y/N remains silent, knowing that Jaehyun is right.

“I like you too, Y/N,” Jaehyun holds her face between his hands, in joy to finally touch her beauty. “Much more than you think. I can’t forget about you, and I didn’t want to. Those nights weren’t just usual nights for me, but what I felt when we were together was something that I’ve never felt before.”

Y/N smiles, then sobs afterwards and falls to his chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jaehyun hushes her and holds her close.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologizes.

“It’s okay now, baby,” Jaehyun kisses the hollow of her temple. “I’m here now. We’re okay.”

Brendon Urie Smut - Punished pt 1

*trigger warning - name calling*

“Miss y/l/n are you on your phone?!” Mr Urie stopped the class to question you.
You quickly hid it in your bra. “I will need to confiscate it until the end of the day” he walked towards you intimidatingly, but also in a way that made you want him.
“Well, you can’t take it, it’s in my bra, I’m pretty sure you’d get in a lot of trouble sir” you winked and sat back in your seat.
He moved closer to you, his lips to your ear “try me” he whispered, sending chills down your spine and turning you on.
He straightened back up and went back to the front of the room. “Fine, I’ll see you after class y/n” his authoritative tone came back, almost shouting. You sank back down.
You thought you’d maybe Horton somewhere with him, he’d been your fantasy for ages. But it just looked like you’ll get shouted at and a phone call him, which is really not want you needed. At least if he did shout at you it was the end of the day and a weekend so you didn’t need to be anywhere if it got too much.
You counted down the seconds as you waited for the lesson to end, you wanted it all over and done with.
“Right guys, I’ll see you next week, have a great weekend, stay safe” Mr Urie said as the room was surrounded with the sound of shuffling of feet and people talking.
You put the hood of your jacket up and tried walking out with the crowd.
“Hang on there y/n we’re not done” Mr Urie said sternly.
You turned around and walked to his desk, you handed him your phone
“Take a seat, you can stay here for an hour, get some work out” he said and sat with your phone in his hand.
You heard the click of it unlocking, suddenly you remembered what you were doing before you were caught. You immediately stood up to take it from him, he moved it out of reach and started talking
“He’s so hot, honestly, I don’t care what happened, I want to fuck him so bad” he locked the phone back up “well, well, well, you’re a bit of a slut aren’t you? Who was that about? Was it me? And don’t lie to me”
You were like a rabbit caught in headlights, you just stood there with nothing to say, of course it was about him, but how were you meant to tell him that.
“I thought so, y'know that’s very inappropriate of you, I don’t know what to do with you” he walked up to you and pushed your chin up with his finger.
“Fuck me” you whispered in reply to him.
“What did you say?” He got closer.
“Fuck me sir, fuck me till I can’t walk” you stood up moving yourself closer to him and away from your desk.
He grabbed you the closest he could.
“What a vile little mouth you have miss, oh I’ll fuck you believe me, but not until you’ve been punished first” you lips parted and his smash against yours.
You took your jacket off, and kicked your shoes away as his arms still held you and lips still me yours.
You wanted his body so badly. You tried to push his suit jacket off and he flipped you over instead making you lean against his desk “you are not in charge, I am” he growled in your ear, he quickly took your leggings off, leaving you exposed with lacy panties on bent over. Ready for him.
“Perfect little slut aren’t you really, it’s like you new this was going to happen” he said slapping your ass with a ruler, it drove you crazy, you were nearly wet through already, this was just making it worse.
He knelt behind you and spanked you again but this time softer with his hand “so perfect” he said as he rubbed it better.
You moaned as his hand slipped over your panties “my, my you’re very wet aren’t you” he growled and flipped you over so you were now facing him. He stood up, you could finally see how hard he was, as his impressive bulge showed through his trousers. It rubbed against your body as he picked you up and sat you on the desk. In a passionate kiss he began taking his clothes of revealing his tattoo covered arms, in a matter of seconds he was left with just his boxers on. You couldn’t take it anymore, you took your top and bra off before he could tell you not to, and with your legs wrapped around him you removed his boxers with your feet, as the fabric rubbed against his cock he moaned slightly.
“So, you’re just as desperate to be fucked as I am by the sounds of it, sir” you spoke gently into his ear.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time” he replied, ripping your panties off your body.
“So have I” you said, breathless. At that point he put his arms around your body again and embraced you into a kiss, he worked from your lips to your neck, down to your left breast, you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning as he gently pulled on your nipple.
He didn’t say a word, he just continued, you were losing you little self control you had left “Brendon, fuck me” you didn’t care, you didn’t care if you got punished for using his first name, you just wanted him, you needed him. You took his cock and lined him it up with you, he didn’t hesitate to push himself into you. He grunted and he thrusted in and out of you. “Fuck you feel so good y/n” he moaned pulling your legs tighter around him, you couldn’t reply your moans were too loud.
“Shh baby, there are still teachers here, we’ll get caught” he muffled your sound with his lips, one of his hands was now rubbing your clit the other supporting you. Despite his effort of keeping you quiet you were still nearly screaming, you had never felt this way before, you were close to coming. He pulled out suddenly, you were a dripping, breathless mess on his desk, confused what was going on. “Please don’t stop” you whispered, not sure what to do with yourself. He was still fully hard and naked in front of you.
“Hang on, I can hear footsteps” he began putting his clothes on. “Get dressed y/n!” He shouted across the room in a panicked tone. You shoved your clothes on a quickly as possible not worrying about your bra or panties you just wanted to get covered up. There was a knock on the door, you sat at your desk.
“Mr Urie” a muffled female voice asked behind the door, Brendon sat back at his desk, hiding your underwear in the his drawer “Come in” he replied shuffling in his seat, clearly uncomfortable from his still had dick.
“Oh, sorry sir I didn’t realise you had company” one of you classmates walked in and glared at you.
“Why does that make a difference?” He snapped at her not liking the way she looked at you.
“Well I was wondering if there was anything I could do to get my grades up” she leaned over the desk.
“Yes, work harder and stop partying every weekend would help” he looked at her not breaking eye contact.
“Well, I mean are you sure there’s nothing else” she wiggles her body and moved her hand closer to his along the desk.
“What do you expect me to say?! you don’t do the work, so you’re not going to get the grades, now I’d be grateful if you left my classroom I have things to do” he snapped ushering her out with his arm. She looked at you as she left, you pretended not to see her.
Brendon stood up after she slammed the door and locked it behind her “she can’t come back even if she wanted to now” he walked back to your desk, pushing your hair out of your face.
“Why didn’t you give her what she wanted? She clearly wanted to fuck you, I thought you’d want that” you blurted out in uncontrolled emotion.
“Stand up” he commanded, you stood “look me in the eyes” you walked forward and looked up at him. His lips slammed against yours once again, hands exploring each other’s body’s. He broke away.
“I don’t want her, I want you, I need you y/n, now lets go back to mine and finish what we started baby” he took your hand and you went back to the car.

Her Instinct - Chapter 18

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The Cover Photo for this Chapter is the 3rd Place Winner of the Her Instinct Cover Contest by @jokerfanfic (tumblr & wattpad). Congrats again!~

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So it turns out that I wrote so much for this chapter, I have enough for two chapters! So this one is not as long, but Chapter 19 will be out in a couple of days! That means 2 chapters in ONE week! 0.o

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Chapter 18 - Masquerade 


This chapter was inspired by the song “Bad Decisions” by Ariana Grande. Feel free to listen as you read!

New Year’s Eve was finally here! Mr. Leto had escorted us to our rooms earlier, but quickly fled saying he had to help with preparations for the night and that he would see us at the ball. He left us exquisite masks as parting gifts. Each of them labeled. He said he wanted to know who we were. The thing about this ball is everyone was to wear black; gowns for ladies and tuxes for men. And rightfully so, this place seemed like a palace fit for a king and queen – and I loved it!

My mom received a studded gold mask with beading outlining the brim. Allegra had a purple sequined one with a flower on its right side. I had the exact same mask but ruby red.

And Nico had a black mask that almost covered his whole little face.

We were finally ready. I was excited!

As we entered, the hall was compete breathtaking and absolutely huge. Everything was gold, from the floors to the walls to the ceiling.

I looked about the room at faceless strangers swallowed by the sea of colors and feathers on their faces. What a sight!

I searched the room for Mr. Leto, but after 5 seconds, I found him. I knew that man anywhere, even if it’s what felt like a football field’s length away from the other side of the ballroom. My heart fluttered as I gazed upon him. He was the image of suave in his black tailored tux.

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Besought

but a mere brushing of skin
scent lingering too long
you came in contact for only a moment
it meant more: you were mine

send some signal, subtle
transmissions on unseen spectrums
tendrils creeping into my spirit
i’ve got the scent, i’ve found the trail

eyes locked for what seemed
like a bound eternity
a whispered “Excuse me”
exhaled with the heat from our lips.

empty crowd swarms about
the bump of your shoulder
left a ghostly cold feeling on
mine; begging to be touched.

unbroken chains, thread pulled
aligned stars portending a path
toward your touch, trembling in anticipation
i track your skin, a trail of scents

i could see your sheen
only a few seconds of splendour
glimpses of infinite dimensions
a golden hallway of potential futures: we

the noise filling the streets
is no match for the one in my head
thoughts of “you” race like
the finish line is only a step ahead.

chances like these don’t fall
in your lap like autumn leaves
destination lost a long a time ago
only the wind can take me where I belong.

you are the wind, and i, a hawk descending
the search for your form
full rushing of heated blood
i hear bells of your voice, enchantment

a hex on my heart, i hold to the heart
with only a moment’s notice,
my mind now set:
there is no other but you

i want to feel how my lips place each letter
of your name together as I call it out;
two words you whispered became
a song cycling in my head.

searching for your features
in a sea of unfamiliar faces
each bend, each crosswalk; a gateway
to what I’m looking for.

destinies, mathematical drive toward sure equation
denominators, enumeration, it should add up to us
determine the direction, something saved
steeped in the fragrance of eternity found

attribute, a sacred symbol of your self
somehow slipped from your form
a tribute to track you with
will it mean enough to make you turn back?

answers to questions I didn’t dare ask
started with you and ended with us
if like attracts like, will the laws of nature
work to bring us together?

the absence of the shield protecting
me from the breeze sends uneasy,
restless chills ‘round my neck and inch by inch
down my shivering spine; desperate search for my…

“You.”

Written by : @riadovoidostoevsky and @denmysterywoman

The Story Within The Song// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by violincameos

Requested by Anon: It’s your wedding day, but you are determined to explain to your friends and family how you actually fell in love with Sherlock Holmes; by composing a song that literally told the story of the adventure the two of you lived. 

This one is particularly long. Enjoy! Mary and John are both included in this one, so this is pre 4x01.  

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too much to handle

pairing: wonho (shin hoseok) x reader
genre/warning: no warning. angst.
word count: 441
description: based on monsta x’′s ‘beautiful.
a/n: gif cred. @ wonhobe


Wonho throws off his covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Sleep evades him, kept at bay by the memory of you. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you. The way your hair sways when you walk, the curve of your body, the slight smile you give whenever you catch him looking. It drives him crazy. You are so beautiful, but you are also so unattainable. 

He has to let you go, but he’s addicted. Whenever you walk into the room, your scent ensnares him. Your touch sends spasms through his body. The remembrance makes him shudder. There is no way he’s going to be able to sleep tonight. Instead, he slips out of the dorm and is heading to your place before he even realizes where he’s going. He stops on the street and glances up at your window. The light is on. You’re home and awake. A war rages in his mind, but in the end, he finds himself standing in front of your door knocking.

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Jumped: Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Yummy. Bagel sandwich. I was distracted, listening to Oliver describe his fantasy fueled evening and ogling the breakfasts of the patrons at Alfred’s when I ran headlong into someone leaving the establishment.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’d be nice if just once you could say ‘hi.’ Next time you’re gonna knock me over.” The low, accented voice sent a shiver down my spine as I recognized its owner. Not even eight hours ago I had listened to it on the phone, growing deep and raspy as we worked ourselves up to mindblowing orgasms with our voices and our hands.

Fuck! “Niall, my god. I’m so sorry.”

His hand gripped my elbow to hold me steady and it was like every nerve on my body was focused on that one spot. I had heard him cum, had listened as he worked his hand, possibly this hand, up and down his cock until he came with a curse; but, this was our first real skin to skin contact. I was surprised and curious about the visceral reaction I had to his touch.

“Don’t worry about it. I gotta say, I’m glad I ran into you. I was hoping to see you again.”

I smiled shyly at him, happy for the large, dark sunglasses hiding my bloodshot eyes and embarrassing blush. “You were? I must have left quite the impression.”

“Definitely.” He was smirking at me, confidently sizing up his affect on me.

“Excuse me,” Oliver interrupted. I had forgotten for a second that he was there. “I feel like I missed like 20 steps. Did you guys talk again after we met?”

Niall opened his mouth to start, but I knew Ols and jumped in. “Just to exchange phones again.”

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Talking Body**

Title: Talking Body**

Pairing: Steve X Reader X Bucky

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of sex toys[you guys asked for it;)],Oral sex, threesome, spanking, slight bdsm, anal sex

Request: Hi! I was wondering if maybe you can do a fic with dom!Steve and dom!Bucky taking time to discover the wonders of sex toys by using it on their sub!girfriend (the reader)? The theme is pleasure torture, and it could just be a pure sin of a fic. Your smut are AMAZING

Originally posted by wolverinehasitchyballz

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I like you
In a way that a precence is something I do not fear.
Like how I picture a first date to be
Or how I’d wish for first dates to be.

I like you
Like how a love letter should sound.
Filled with enough words to send chills up my spine instead of fear.
Every one wrapping around the hairs that are already standing on end.
I move,
and let every word you say spread through parts of me I did not know existed yet.
Wake up cells that died at times where I thought I had been put back together,
Now I lie, with what I thought were puzzle pieces ripped apart with you gently guiding each part of me back into place without a single touch being laid upon my skin,
Yet.
Yet I am tempted,
to consume you like chocolate.
That which I should not eat but am going to anyway.
I will take in all of you at once instead.
I’ll keep from breaking us into smaller pieces,
because we are too lost in rebellion to even think about gaining control now,
but control is something I have always gotten anxiety from trying to gain when lost.
So what if now
I decide to float in my fear.
Strip the wrapper that is keeping you from my tongue,
what if for once I let you Melt
and without chewing taste the flavor spread and absorb amongst each of my taste buds.
Bond,
and bleach each red flag to white.
Cleanse the thrill yet still remain victim to it.
Keep my heart beating faster,
So if this is what we need to keep the two of us alive,
rely,
and lean on me.
And I will be there to turn broken roads raw.
Walk till I’m running on the ash of each of our burnt pasts
and let the friction give life to where we used to keep our souls.

Undo seals.
Destroy airlocks.
And let fear breathe deeper
so together we will reclaim our names.

—  Indulgence. (Whenthefuturearrives)
My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 4

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

a/n: finally updated! i hope you like this part, i had fun writing it

shout out to @feminamortem for looking over my grammar for me!

@beautifulramblingbrains​ @frecklefaceb @anditcametopass@dauntlessmetalmom@pathybo@mimigemrose@ag-delights@abfoster1s@sparklemichele

Warning: NSFW tho it’s just some drinking and again heavy petting lol

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 5,095

Originally posted by ladanvm

taste of honey
taste of salt
this kiss is not a poison
this kiss is not a prison

Sleep was starting to feel like a long-lost friend, I remembered it fondly but hadn’t seen it in years. I lay unblinking in bed, my brain as restless as my body. I tossed and turned unable to get comfortable as my mind flipped between the memories of kissing Rachel and kissing Eric.

As I thought of Rachel I felt a warm glow humming inside my chest slowly bleeding outwards. Like the sensation of a hot drink after being out in the cold, feeling the heat as it travels to your stomach warming you from the inside out. If Rachel is a hot drink then Eric is a cold gust of wind. I could already feel the goosebumps forming as I rolled over with a huff. I rubbed at my skin, annoyed that just the thought of Eric’s hands on me garnered a physical response. Like the first autumn breeze at the end of summer he would sweep by, sending a chill up your spine and then before you’d notice it, he was gone leaving you alone to sort out your tousled hair. Neither of them were bad sensations, they were just so different.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but I just read your can't be apart prompt and I need you to fix it or i'm gonna cry. I hate you but I love you and I need a happy ending pleeeeeeeeeasssse

I”M SORRY OK

part one here and I recommend reading it while listening to this 


Nursey wakes up to thirty seven texts and nineteen missed calls he doesn’t bother answering. Its midday when he hauls himself out of bed, aching horrifically all over, almost like he had been hit by a car. He swallows back the bile rising in the back of his throat and went through the motions of dressing before moving into the lounge to make coffee. He didn’t expect to find Dex sitting with his roommate, clutching a to-go cup from Annie’s in his hands. He didn’t expect to see blotching around Dex’s eyes and or the crumpled clothing from last night still hugging his body. His roommate coughed loudly, forced, before excusing himself and scurrying from the room. Then Dex was standing, offering him the coffee silently and Nursey takes it because he really needs coffee. Dex tries to catch his hand, to ease the ache, but the pain is already waning with them being in the same room, so Nursey groans a soft, “Don’t.”

“I thought that this is what you wanted. I thought you would never want me, that you could never love me and that all of the flirting and friendship was just to make it easier on the both of us. So by the time I realized I was in love with you I had already decided that I needed to move on. I had no idea.” Derek turns to find Dex staring at the ground, ringing the edge of his shirt hard.

“It’s killing me, Will.”

“I know. It was killing me too. But I was so afraid that you would never feel the same way that I tried to find someone else to drown my feelings in. He meant nothing to me, and he only wanted me because his soulmate is tiny red head with commitment issues. It meant nothing.” Dex closes his eyes, breathes deep trough his nose before whispering, “I’m in love with you.”

“When did you know?” Will’s face softens and he smirks at Derek in that way that sends chills down his spine.

“That day you and Chowder tried to help Bitty bake cookies and just ended up making one giant snicker doodle. Then you somehow started a flour fight that caught the kitchen of fire. You were so happy and actually chill for the first time and I knew I would never regret spending the rest of my life with you.”

“I’ve been in love with you since the second I realized how much I needed you.”

“That first night?”

“That first night.”

“We’re so stupid.”

“We were. But now, I just want you.”

Will moves to touch his cheek, cupping it softly before moving into his space, looking into Derek’s eyes before pressing their lips together softly, and a warmth blooms in his chest because it feels so right. So he moves his hands to cup Dex’s waist and the back of his neck before pushing to deepen the kiss, swallowing Will’s soft moans and huffs. His entire body feels warm and soft and fuzzy around edges, like he had never felt pain and would never have to experience it for his entire life. Will pushes his hands under his shirt and rests his hand over Derek’s heart.

“We need to talk things out, be more with each other, more often.” Will pulls back and strokes his cheek.

“Of course, of course we will, we can now if-“

“No, absolutely not, we are not stopping. This is all I’ve wanted for two years.” He felt Will huff against his lips before ducking in to kiss him again and again and again.

The Least I Can Do

Requested by Anonymous: Hi! Can I request a StevexBuckyxreader smut? Maybe 1940sStucky. No plot in particular, thank you for considering!! I love your writing!

Author’s Note: I know that I have to do a Part Three to ‘Boys Are So Stupid’, but I had a sudden motivation last night to write this. So ta-da!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 2400+

I decided to split it into two parts. Hope you don’t mind.

Originally posted by ilivetoavenge

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Not A Pet ~ Part 1 ~ Kitten

Originally posted by buckycamehome

Warnings: None Really

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Word count: 2972

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It’s been three months since then and I am now a glorified housecat. Well sort of. Well I guess you could call me a housecat/bodyguard since Pierce makes me follow him everywhere. After he pulled me from my cell he made his ‘people’ clean me up with a bath, new clothes, and even a haircut. Where as it used to drag on the ground behind me as a tangled mess; it was now cascading down to the middle of my back like waves of raven silk. I was always to dress in suits when he left for work and when we were at his home, were I also live unfortunately, I was supposed to wear these skimpy outfits but I quickly tore them to shreds the first night.

Today we were at his office at the SHIELD headquarters where he was in the middle of a meeting so naturally I was in the hallway fidgeting from boredom. I didn’t like my job; but thanks to the collar around my neck I couldn’t refuse. To the naked eye it looked like just any regular choker but if you got close you could tell there was more to it. I reach up and unconsciously start to scratch at it sending a slight jolt of electricity through my body making me shiver all over.

“Jesus I need to quit forgetting that.” I say as I reach up and scratch my head. I hear the elevator door open and I turn to see Pierce’s favorite goon Rumlow walk out of it and I feel a growl emanate from within me.

“Easy there Kitty,” He says with a confident smirk on his lips.

“Don’t call me that.” I reply furrowing my brow.

“Don’t be like that; I have a surprise for you.” He replies as he closes the distance between us. I take a step back as I narrow my eyes at him.

“I don’t want it.” I reply as I hold my head high.

“Shame,” He retorts stopping just inches from me. His hand reaches up and gently tilts my chin up as a scent that I’ve become far too aware of over the years flows from him. It was desire. I grit my teeth as my anger rises in my chest. “You would have liked him.”

Huh? Him?

“Oh well, too late to change your mind now.” He pats my cheek and I growl as I shove him away from me earning me a slight shock from my collar. I wince in pain but I keep my eyes focused angrily on him.

“Do not ever touch me.” I state feeling that familiar animal instinct fills my body.

“Your ears are showing.” He says and I freeze. My hand instantly shoots up and instead of the smooth flesh of my human ears I fill soft fur. Remembering Pierce’s warning to never let anyone see me in my half form fills my mind and I shudder. As soon as they appeared they disappeared again. “You know, the research they did when they first brought you in said that your tail was super sensitive. I have to admit, I’d love to test that out.”

“No, leave me alone.” I cry panic filling my body causing my body to shake uncontrollably. I reach up and wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to calm myself.

Then before he had a chance to say anything else the elevator doors open and the room fills with a sweet smell of shampoo mixed with a flowery scent. This smells was all to familiar considering how many times he had been to Pierce’s office. Hope fills my chest as I look up into the handsome face of Captain America. Composing myself I move away from Rumlow and walk over to him. “Good Morning, Captain Rogers.” I say as a soft smile, that I never had to force, covers my lips.

“Good Morning Kitten, was I interrupting something?” He asks his Sea blue eyes flitting back and forth between me and Rumlow.

“No, he’s just waiting for Mr. Pierce’s meeting to end. What brings you by?”

“Pierce said he wanted to meet with me about the op the Strike Team just did.”

“Ah, then please have a seat and he’ll be with you in a moment.” I reply motioning him over to sit near my desk. I glare at Rumlow as I use my eyes to tell him to vamoose. He smirks as he shakes his head and says, “Tell him I’ll be in the basement when he’s done will ya Kitty?”

“That’s not my name, but I will tell him.” I reply dryly.

The mention of the basement sends chills up my spine as a vague memory of a man with a metal arm and dark hair fills my mind. I couldn’t remember much about the mystery man, only that when he was alone with me he was kind; but once Pierce showed up he would disappear and I wouldn’t see him for years. Each time I saw him again he never remembered me. I couldn’t remember his face just the metal arm with the red star painting on his shoulder, his shaggy brown hair that was always soft to the touch, and His hands. He hands the softest hands that would always console me when they threw me back into my cell.

‘It’ll be okay, come here.’ I hear his deep voice say in my memory and my body suddenly remembers the way he used to gently smooth my fur back.

“Kitten?” Captain Rogers says and I am quickly brought back to the present.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I was stuck in a memory.” I reply honestly.

“Your face was flushed, must have been a good memory.” He replies a soft smile covering his lips.

“One of the only happy ones I have.” I reply smiling at him.

“You still can’t remember your childhood or even your name?” He asks his smile turning into a look of concern.

“Unfortunately no,” I say as my heart clenches. All the memories I had from before I was brought to the basement were fuzzy and broken. I just figured it was because of how young I was. “When I remember, you’ll be the first one to know.” I reply happily as I think about how he would help me find my family like he had promised when we first met.

The intercom ringing out immediately brings me back to the present and I quickly press the button. “Yes Sir?”

“Is Captain Rogers here?” Peirce asks and I smile softly at Steve.

“Yes sir, shall I send him in?”

“Yes, can you join us too?” He asks and I fight the urge to feel scared.

“Yes, yes sir.” I say as I end the conversation. I smile at the Captain as I stand and lead him down the hallway to Pierce’s office. Opening the door I am met with the familiar smell of hand creams and aftershave, typical to a man of older age. “Sir Agent Rumlow asked me to tell you he’d be in the basement.”

“Thank you Kitten,” He replies and I nod as I move to his side facing Captain Rogers as the two men start to have a conversation. I let my mind wander as I half listen to their conversation. The same questions fill my mind just like they did when I was younger. Who was I? Where was my family? Did I have any family to begin with? Were there others like me? ‘You know, just because you’re stuck here like me, doesn’t mean that you’re alone.’ That familiar voice says again and I subconsciously nod. He was right. Somewhere out there I had a family, and one day I would find them again.

“That’s all Captain, thank you for your time.” Pierce says bringing me back and I quickly act like I have been listening this whole time. Captain Rogers stands and after giving me a friendly smile heads toward out the door and to the elevator. “You were somewhere else, where did you go?” He asks and I gulp down a breath of air.

“A memory of the Basement sir,” I reply not giving him any more explanation.

“Oh is that all?” He replies as he picks up his cell phone and sends a text to Rumlow.

“Yes sir,” I answer as I stand at attention.

“Okay, well we are needed there. Come along Kitten.” He says and I shudder at the thought. I didn’t want to go back down there, but I knew I couldn’t argue with him.

“Yes sir,” I reply as he stands and I follow him to the elevator. He tells the AI the secret password for the Basement and I suddenly start to shiver. Memories of all the tests they ran on me fill my mind and I shiver uncontrollably. I was scared. As the doors open a suddenly scent fills my senses and my body relaxes. He was here. After all these years he was back. I would get to see him again. Hope filling my chest I follow closely behind Pierce as he walks down the corridor toward where the scent was emanating from.

He’s here, I can see him again.

As we reach the door it opens instantly revealing Rumlow first before a herd of men in lab coats rush around the room. “Is he awake?” Pierce asks and Rumlow nods.

“He woke up about thirty minutes ago.” He replies as he walks into the room side by side with Pierce. I follow closely behind them as my heart starts to race. I couldn’t see him yet but I knew he was here. I wanted to see the one person who was there for me when I was younger. I needed to see him. He was probably much older looking now but I didn’t care. He was my friend. I needed to see him.

As if to answer my wish the lab techs part and as my eyes land on him my heart clenches in my chest. I couldn’t see his face yet but his hair was the same length. His metal arm made me certain that it was him. He was hooked up to an IV as his arms and legs were bound by metal restraints.

Look at me, please turn toward me.

“Kitten!” I hear Pierce shout and I am instantly pulled back. I look around to see that I had unconsciously started moving toward him. Clenching my jaw I reluctantly take a step back toward Pierce. I fought with myself to turn back toward the mystery man as I move to Pierce’s side. “Please try to control yourself.” He warns and I nod. “Now back to more pressing matters,” He walks past me and my eyes follow after him as he approaches my old friend. “It’s good to see you again soldier.” Pierce says and I watch as slowly the dark haired man turns toward Pierce.

As his eyes meet mine my heart tightens. All those years ago, all those memories were now completely clear. This was that man. I feel tears sting my eyes but I fight against them. I wasn’t going to cry. No matter how happy I was that I was seeing him again I couldn’t let it show. If I did, there was no telling what Pierce would do. However I couldn’t help myself as my eyes wouldn’t leave his. His eyes had a cold feeling to them, like they had every time he would come back. He didn’t remember me and I knew why. It was common knowledge among Rumlow and the Top HYDRA agents that Pierce liked to use a machine that erased memories which forced men and women to comply with his wishes.

I smile softly at him causing his eyes to twitch as if he remembered something; but he quickly recomposes himself as to not let anyone know. “I have a new mission for you.” Pierce starts and I glance around the room. I knew full well what the mission was and I was not in the least bit happy about it. Reaching up I once again unconsciously scratch my neck and once again just like before I receive a slight jolt of electricity. I jump slightly at the suddenness before silently groaning to myself.

Stupid collar.

“Kitten!” Pierce calls and I snap to attention.

“Yes Sir!” I reply loudly looking from my friend to my master.

“I want you to help the Asset prepare for his mission.”

“Sir?”

“No questions, I’ll expect you to be back in my office as soon as you’re done.”

“Yes sir,” I reply slowly nodding my head in agreement.

“Good, now Rumlow I have another mission for you. If you’ll follow me.”

As they leave the room I slowly look up at my friend. Taking a deep breath I walk over to him; right before I reach him one of the techs step between us and firmly hold me back. Quicker than lightning my friend snaps to his feet and jerks the tech away from me. He stares angrily at the tech who is now cowering in fear. “It’s okay.” I say as I gently touch his arm. His blue eyes glance over to me and I smile softly again. He instantly releases the tech, who scampers away as fast as possible. “You probably don’t remem-”

“You’ve gotten older.” He says before his eyes fall to my collar.

“I would say that it’s rude to call me old after all these years, but you’re right; I have gotten older.” I gently pat his arm before I continue, “You haven’t aged a day though. Come on, I’ll lead you where you need to go.” I motion ahead with my hand and he nods curtly before following after me.

“You… you seem different from when I last saw you.” He says after a few steps.

“Didn’t you just say I got older?” I reply as a giggle leaves my lips. Suddenly I feel a hand touch my hair and I freeze. A memory of when he used to pat my head and smile softly at me fills my mind and my heart clenches.

“It’s still soft.” He says bringing me back from my memory. I quickly start moving again causing my hair to slip through his fingers.

“Follow me please.” I say barely above a whisper as I walk from the room him closely behind me. I was overly aware of the fact that he was following me. My heart starts to race in my chest but I quickly block out the feeling. I glance over to see the room in which held all the materials he would need for his mission. When we enter the room I make all the people that are inside leave. After we are alone I turn back to him and instantly hug him. Tears fill my eyes as I grip tighter to him. “I missed you.”

“You always liked to cry.” He says softly as he pats the top of my head.

“When you didn’t come back that last time I thought I was really alone.”

“Easy Kitty,” He replies and I grip tighter. The animal instinct flows through me and my ears and tail appear. I feel his hand move from my hair to my ears and I jump slightly as he tugs on their soft fur. “You know, I really missed these things.”

“Ow, will you knock it off!!” I yell as I reach up and grab my ears. Turning away from him I walk over and grab his leather top.

“I remember this was really sensitive as well.” He says and I jump as he gently gives my tail a tug.

“Hey now!” I yell as I turn toward him and let out a small growl. “How many times do I have to tell you not to touch the tail?”

“But it’s so soft.” He says playfully and my heart jumps. He was returning to who he was before. “However,” he says his smile turning to a frown as he reaches up and touches my neck. “I don’t like the idea of you in a collar.” I quickly back away as I say, “Don’t!” He stares wide eyed at me for a moment before he lowers his hand.

“What happened after I left?” He asks softly and my heart tightens.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I reply as I hand him his vest. I didn’t want him to know what they did to me. Hell even I shuddered at the memory.

“I-I’m sorry,” He replies his eyes turning dark and I shake my head.

“There’s nothing to feel sorry for. What happened had nothing to do with you.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“It’s not supposed to,”

“Did they…” He pauses and I feel a wave of fear shiver up my backside.

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it, so please stop asking.” I yell angrily making his eyes widen slightly. I grit my teeth as I force my anger away and turning back to him say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He reaches out and gently pulls me into his chest.

“I wasn’t able to help you and for that I am sorry.” He say as he buries his face in my hair. I nestle into his chest and smile as his scent fills my senses.

“Do you remember, when I was a cub I used to curl up on your lap and sleep.” I say as a smile covers my lips.

“It’s faint, but yes, I do remember it.”

“You must promise me not to let anyone know you remember me if you do…”

“I know what will happen.” He replies his grip becoming tighter. “I’m not going to leave you again. This time I will save you.”

Will Continue in ~ I Will Save You

Torn Between Feelings Part 1 | You x Youjin

Originally posted by kingyoujin

Part 2 Part 3

Characters: You, Youjin (KNK)

Storyline: Your best friend Youjin finds out that you’re being cheated on by your current boyfriend. Little did he know, things are about to get messy the moment he opens his mouth about it.

A/N: I guess this will be the first piece I post in this blog. The whole storyline has been stuck in my mind for quite some time and I’ve been having a lot of Youjin feels recently so tadahhh. This may or may not be a mini series but let me know what you think of it so far :)

P.S. Do check KNK out if you haven’t xx 


You’ve been seated in this cafe for about an hour now but you have yet to complete a single page of your report which is due in about a week’s time. It’s odd because you always have the inspiration to get your work done whenever you’re in this cafe - part of the reason it has become your favorite venue. However, here you are staring at a blank page with no utter idea of what to write. You heave an exasperated sigh, mentally asking yourself for the reason you aren’t functioning properly today. In the midst of your despair, you receive a text from your boyfriend.

Hey beautiful, just wanted to tell you that I miss you. Your despair is momentarily forgotten as a smile forms on your lips. Rolling your eyes, you text back.

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AHHH I love sub Louis! Any good fics you love with sub Louis in it?!

Something In The World Today - 48k

It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.

Cupid’s Chokehold - 35k

But - naively, stupidly, blindly - Harry holds out hope for a love that’s written across the stars. He can’t give up the feeling that there’s someone out there, waiting for him.

He’s just going to have to wait for them, too.

Or: Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

I Only Ever Want You - 180k

Louis and Harry’s relationship goes through a series of changes while Liam and Zayn discover new things about themselves, as well.

Or: Louis & Harry and Liam & Zayn begin to have sex in front of each other and a lot of kink-discovery results from that.

Mr.Tomlinson - 4k

Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He’s also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome.

You Are The Blood - 175k

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin. 

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A blurb about Steve finding out about kinks through the Internet/tumblr

Steve had accidentally clicked on “tumblr” when trying to get to type in the search bar. Curiously, he had found your page and was scrolling through your page. The page pretty nsfw and Steve was taken back a bit by the things he found. He had caught attention to a post and a comment you had made in the tags. It talked about how much you loved spanking and bondage.. and possibly a public kink. Steve became interested, browsing further into a hole. It wasn’t until you interrupted him you found out what he had found. “Hey, babe.” You walked past your shared office, stopping in your tracks as you see a dark blue background and white rectangles passing his eyes. “What are you looking at?” Steve quickly tried to close the tab, but had already saw what he had found. “How did you find that!” You lunged for the mouse, trying to close it before he could see anything more. “Babe, I didn’t know you were so.. dirty.” Steve spun around in the chair to face you. Your cheeks heated and turned a shade of red. “I-I uhm.. You weren’t supposed to see that..” Steve stands, towering over your body. He takes your hands, walking you back till your body hit the wall. Steve pinned your hands above your head with his left hand. “You should have told me, darling..” Steve slid his free hand up your shirt- Sending chills down your spine. His hand stopped at the end of your bra, but going over the padding. Palming your breasts. “There so many things I want to try now… but we’ll start with tying you to the bedposts, teasing your entrance with my tongue and fingers..”

Why do y’all do this to me? now I’m all hot and bothered

Mine

Just because you were newly married didn’t mean you two couldn’t have fun. And tonight, that’s exactly what you intended to do. It was Zayn’s birthday, his 25th to be exact and Perrie was throwing him a surprise birthday bash at one of London’s hottest clubs. It had been a while since you’d last gone to a club, especially with Harry. Most of the time, he’d have a little too much to drink and you’d have to keep him down on the seat next to you to have him settle. But the lusty look in his eyes would have you melted into the palm of his hand and he’d drag you to the dance floor; his body pressed to yours, his hands on the small of your back sliding just a little too far down, and the closeness of your faces.

You looked back at him, his tall body standing in the bathroom doorway as he tried to slide his jeans on. He took a breath when they finally fit snuggly around his waist and his eyes met yours, catching the smirk on your face.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and went to grab the shirt he had picked up off of the bed. You laughed and shook your head, digging through your own closet.

“I don’t know what to wear,” you shot him a pout and he laughed, clearly amused.

“You? My lovely wife, whose closet is going to collapse from so many dresses, doesn’t have anything to wear?” He smirked and made his way over to you. Hitting his arm playfully, you laughed before turning back to the racks in front of you. His arms snaked around your waist, his lips finding their place on your neck.

“Wear anything, babe. You look beautiful in every single thing.” You felt your heart melt and you relaxed back into his chest, a smile on your face.

“I love you.” It came out as a whisper. You felt his lips curve into a smile against your neck and he planted a soft kiss to it.

“I love you too. Now hurry and pick something before we’re late.” He playfully slapped your bum before rushing off so you couldn’t hit him. “I like that little red dress I bought for you!” He yelled out from the bathroom, beginning to work on his hair. Rolling your eyes, you dug through the closet to pull out the dress he’d mentioned. You held it out in front of you and scanned your eyes over it. It was a decent dress, something you figured would fit the event for tonight. Sliding out of your pajamas, you’d managed to slip on the dress; it’s material instantly clinging to your curves. Making your way over to the mirror, you turned and examined it from behind; the dip on the back falling to the small of your back and it stopped in the middle of your thighs.

“Hey babe?” You called out, your eyes still examining the dress on your body in the mirror.

“Hm?” He hummed, his fingers making their way through his hair to give it the messy look he loved sporting.

“Does this…make me look fat?” You looked back at him, his head instantly peeking out of the bathroom. He narrowed his eyes, you watched as they fell along your body from head to toe, before he shook his head.

“You’re joking, right?” You heard the sink turn on and he quickly dried his hands off with a nearby towel. He made his way to the bed, sitting on the end, and held his hand out to you. Quickly taking it, he pulled you between his legs, his hands landing on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned. His height now matched with yours as he sat down, he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “And I wouldn’t imagine my life with anybody else. Stop trying to put yourself down, okay?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay.”

**

45 minutes later, you were both ready to go. Looking in the mirror one last time, you ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at the black heels that gave you some height.

“Babe, come on! Niall’s here!” Harry yelled from the bottom of the stairs, earning an eye roll from you.

“I’m coming!” You yelled back and grabbing your clutch off of the bed before making your way down the hall and towards the staircase. His eyes watched your legs as you took each step one by one, the smirk on his face growing bigger and bigger.

“You’re such a pervert,” you mumbled before reaching the bottom step. He laughed, his hand intertwining with yours, and leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too, baby.” He grabbed his keys off of the foyer table and made his way out to the car with you. Already sitting in the backseat, Niall was on his phone laughing at whatever he thought was funny. Whenever you went out to things like this, Niall made sure he rode with you both because he always seemed to end up completely wasted. Opening up the passenger door, he helped you slide in before making his way around and into his own seat. Revving the engine, he shot you a smile and made his way down the busy London roads.

**

“Aye! The newlyweds are here!” Louis yelled out from the VIP section closed off on the second floor. You laughed and looked up at your husband, his arm sliding around your shoulders.

“Hi, Louis.” You smiled and sat on the white leather couch, the coldness from it sending chills up your spine. You greeted everyone else and watched as Harry leaned into the waitress to order a couple of drinks before he sat down next to you. “Not too much, right baby?” You said into his ear over the loud music. He grinned and nodded, his eyes having a playful side to them.

“Of course, my love.” You knew he’d end up getting carried away and you’d be the one to drive home; it was his best mate’s birthday after all. You leaned into him and smiled, joking around as everyone else began to join the rest of you.

“He’s almost here!” Liam called out, his phone in his hand. You scurried to a corner near the bar clutching on to Harry’s hand so you didn’t trip over your own feet. He stood behind you, his arms snaking around you waist and pulling you to his chest. The music’s volume began to decrease and everyone was hushing one another. A blindfolded Zayn made his way into the lounge with Perrie holding his hand tight.

“Alright, babe. Go ahead and take it off.” She smiled and watched as he reached behind his head to pull the bandana off.

“Surprise!” Everyone yelled out in unison. Zayn scanned the room, breaking out into a smile immediately. You watched as he leaned down to say something into Perrie’s ear before he kissed her lips.

“Aw, how cute.” Harry joked from behind you, his chin resting on your head as he let out a laugh. Laughing, you softly elbowed him and turned to face him.

“Be nice, mister.” He laughed again, his hands splaying on your back.

“I am being nice, missus.” He leaned down to peck your lips and he looked up to eye the waiter with his drinks. “Over here!” You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek softly.

“I’m going over to the girls,” you stated as he grabbed the drinks off of the tray. He turned his eyes back to you and nodded.

“Okay, but you’re dancing with me once I’m a little tipsy.” You laughed and nodded, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“Behave.” You hurried off to join the rest of the girls in a corner to begin the night.

“So how’s the married life?” Eleanor yelled over the music. You laughed and shrugged.

“It’s nice,” was all you managed to say. “Weird to call him my husband though.” The rest of them laughed and leaned over to look at Harry, some of Perrie’s friends admiring for a bit too long. You watched him; the way he laughed when an already drunk Niall told pointless stories, the way his fingers pushed his hair out of his eyes, and the way he shot a wink in your direction when he caught you staring. You blushed and quickly looked away, shaking your head.

“Aw, he still makes you blush!” Perrie laughed and leaned against the wall with a smile on her face. The heat in your cheeks remained only this time growing warmer.

“Shut up,” you laughed and took a sip of the alcoholic drink in your hand. You tried to keep it at a minimum, knowing you’d probably have to drive two drunken boys home tonight.

“Are we going to go dance or what?” An eager pal of Perrie’s shrieked out with a grin on her face.

“Let’s do it!” Perrie yelled back and grabbed your hand, leading you downstairs to the dance floor with the rest of the girls following behind. They all huddled together, their hips beginning to sway to the sound of the music before you quickly joined. A couple of giggles and drinks passed along, you found yourself having a good time. They downed a couple more before they excused themselves for a few seconds to rush to the bathroom, leaving you to dance alone on the floor.

You felt a warm heat from behind you and turned around to be faced with an unfamiliar man. Sure, you’d seen him a couple of times in the tabloids but you’d never been face to face with him. You watched as his eyes danced along your body and you suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.

“Can I help you?” You yelled over the loud music so he could hear. He leaned in close, his lips almost pressed to your ear and you could smell the alcohol lingering on his breath.

“Just trying to have a dance, baby girl.” His hand fell to your waist and pulled you to his chest, a gasp escaping your lips.

“My husband’s upstairs.” You tried to pull his hand off and looked up at him. “Let go of me.” You spat out.

“Your husband?” He laughed. “You mean that curly haired punk?”

**

He was leaning against the balcony upstairs, his eyes scanning the crowd on the dance floor looking for you. He watched the girls weave their way in and out of people before disappearing into the bathroom, but you weren’t in sight. He squinted his eyes, hoping it’d clear up his sight from the alcohol, as he scanned the crowd once more. He felt the color drain from his face when he saw another man’s hands on you. His fingers were gripping the cup in his hand as he continued to watch, his blood boiling.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled when he continued to watch. He saw you try to remove the man’s hand and when he didn’t budge, Harry had enough. He quickly stormed towards the stairs and made his way down, pushing through the crowd towards you.

**

“You mean that curly haired punk?” A glum smirk was plastered on his face as he continued to eye you in the skin tight dress.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The all too familiar voice came from behind him. His hand slowly released you with an eye roll before turning to your husband.

“I’m trying to dance,” he took a step closer to him. “Is there a problem?” You watched Harry took a step as well, his face red with anger.

“Yeah, there is. That’s my wife,” he spat out. Alcohol and an angry Harry was never a safe mix. His eyes went dark and his fists clenched, ready to take a swing at any second. You quickly rushed to his side, stepping in between and looking at him.

“Harry, baby, just ignore him.” You tried to calm him down, your palms pressed to his chest trying to get his attention.

“Move out of the way, babe. Go back upstairs,” he growled and pushed you behind him softly.

“Yeah, go back upstairs, sweetheart. Let us handle this like real men. I mean, that’s if your little pop princess can handle it.” The older man spat back, his voice taunting Harry. You watched as Harry’s breathing got heavier and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He was fuming by this point. You began to panic and you looked around, your eyes locking with Liam’s up in the balcony. You shot him a pleading look before turning back to Harry, the man grabbing him by the shirt as well.

“H-Harry, please stop.” Your voice was shaking now. The crowd began to form around you and you tried to take a step closer to him before you felt warm arms grab you by the waist.

“Go back upstairs, we’ll handle this.” Liam quickly said before looking at you. You turned and saw the rest of the boys rushing towards your husband.

“Liam, stop him! Get him out of there!” You yelled before Eleanor and Perrie tried to drag you back to the stairs. You watched as it intensified before the boys interfered, quickly pulling Harry away from the man and making him let go of the grasp he had on him. You felt the tears spring to your eyes and watched as the bouncers came through as well, pulling both of them apart and dragging the man towards the entrance.

“He’s okay,” Perrie tried to calm you down as she took you back upstairs to the lounge. You turned your head, watching as the boys were dragging him back up the stairs behind you. You noticed him swiping at his lips before looking down at them and you realized he was bleeding.

“H-He’s hurt,” you felt your heart sink and watched as he made his way up the stairs. You quickly made your way to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, letting a tear fall down your cheek.

“You should head home, we’ll take care of things back here.” Louis came up to you and squeezed your shoulder. “Clean him up and get him in bed.”

“I’m fine,” Harry mumbled and looked at you. “Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him, I swear I’ll kill him.” You quickly shook your head, your hands cupping his face.

“You’ve done enough, Harry. Come on,” you took his hand in yours before giving a small wave to everyone and making your way towards the entrance. “Give me the keys.”

“I’m driving.” He stated daringly.

“Over my dead body.” You reached into his pocket and grabbed the key before helping him stumble into the passenger. After making your way around and climbing in, you revved the engine and made the drive home.

**

“Why didn’t you just let me handle it?” He looked up at you as you wiped away some of the blood on his lip. You had settled him on to a stool and shook your head.

“Because I don’t want you getting hurt. I don’t want you getting hurt over something so stupid. I don’t want you getting hurt all because some asshole didn’t know how to control himself,” you sighed softly. “I only wanted to have a good night with you.” You watched his eyes sober up a bit and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m not hurt, baby.”

“You’re bleeding, Harry. I can’t stand when you’re like this.” You continued to dab at his lip. He grabbed your hand, stopping you, and pulled you between his legs.

“Hey, I’m okay, my love. I’m fine,” he whispered soothingly. “I just,” he sighed. “When I saw his hands on you, I lost it. I wanted to kill him right then and there because I saw the look on your face.” He rubbed his face and shook his head. “When we got married, I vowed I’d do whatever I can do and more to keep you safe. That’s what I was doing tonight; keeping you safe.” You felt your heart flutter and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You don’t have to fight to keep me safe, Harry.”

“I fight because I don’t want anyone to take you from me. You’re my wife, you’re mine.” The grip on your hips tightened and you blushed, leaning down to kiss his nose.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone taking me from you,” you whispered, your forehead pressed against his. “I’ll always be yours.”

There you go, darlings! Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you and everyone else enjoys! Also, I’m not sure I’ll be able to post a new one shot until this Friday because I have a few university things going on this week, but I promise I’ll try my best! Leave me some feedback and let me know what you think! Don’t be afraid to drop by my ask for anything else as well! Love you, dolls. 

Anna x 

Half-Light

To wake up. Fingers already poised on your sides. Your ribs. Locked tight in an embrace. The haze of sleep begins to fade as the sensation of touch becomes ever clearer. Gentle at first. Rousing you awake slowly then halting once you come to. With each passing second it becomes more real. Dream states fall away and you realise this is life. Waking up next to me. Turning over you see it. My smug grin shining down at you. Words spoken softly as daybreak’s light illuminates only portions of the room through drawn curtains. Shapes in the darkness. Outlines of colour.
“Good morning, my darling”
Even in the dimly lit setting you know the face that accompanies that tone. The tone that has just the right inflections to suggest something’s coming. Vowels spoken just a little longer. A chuckle mixed in at the end, as if I couldn’t even contain my obvious joy at what I know will occur. You shift, all to aware of what this means. But every time you move you’re so quickly reminded of the position of my digits. Perfectly placed on the muscles between your ribs. So carefully layed on the very edge of your side. Your eyes widen. A starting gun.
The fingers begin their orchestrations. Tips pressing against your skin send chills up your spine as they move delicately. Still sleepy, you can’t fight the smile. It spreads wide across your face as you try to curl up into a ball. All you succeed in doing it curling up further into me. Our knees interlocked, your tired squirming gets you nowhere. The giggles bubble up as you protest through bouts of laughter. You almost can’t believe it. To be woken up to this, such soft teasing. Whispering fingers. Ghostly touches. Hushed words. The half-light of the room matches the ambiance perfectly of what you once only dreamed could come to pass.
“Isn’t this the best way to start the day, my ticklish little girl? Well don’t worry, it’s Sunday. Which means we have all day to do… well, whatever we want. And right now, I want… to tickle
The sentences drip with hunger freshly woken. The inticing idea of your sensitive body being teased for hours on end to the point of delightful exhaustion. Your cheeks burn at the thought. You look up to me and nod ever so shyly, a slight smile tensed.  Who knows whether it’s my size, my shoulders, my voice, my demeanor, or even the way I look at you with such compassion that makes you safe? At home? But as you hug into me, and the fingers set about their task of drawing from the well of angelic laughter that resides within you, you don’t really care. Here, in this glow, we are who we know we can be. Who we really are. More than just a lee and ler. More than a tickle monster set to torment you and a ticklish form craving to be shown affection through the caressing of her skin. We are simply us. Expressing ourselves and our connection as only we can.
A new day brings new promise.

Dare - Ashton Irwin Fanfic - Part 6

Part 5

Summary: You and your neighbour Ashton never really got along until he decided to change that, making you two the most unlikely set of best friends. Both of you are dancing on the edge of desire but the question is, who will slip first?  

Word count: 3.1K


It’s amazing how many drinks I can consume and still be able to walk in these heels. Absolutely amazing. I should be freaking knighted because of this. Knighting .. do they still do that? No, I think they just give people medals now or something. Well, then I want a big freaking medal. One made of chocolate would be nice.

I don’t even know how many we’ve had now, countless. I was just walking back from my hundredth trip to the toilet. It turned out to be a lot easier to walk than I thought with these heels on. I think the alcohol has numbed my feet, I can’t feel a thing. If only wearing heels felt like this all the time.

His work’s party has actually been pretty good, it’s been filled with the usual side splitting laughter from the both of us, making us look like a couple of teenagers that stole the booze. One of the things I loved about Ashton was his sense of humour, he could make me laugh so easily and the night just flew in when we started chatting. Our friendship was just one of those easy things, we didn’t have to work hard at it, it just came naturally.

“How long do you think we’ll be neighbours for?” I crossed my legs over and leaned on the bar, resting my chin in my hand as I looked over to him. He’d relaxed much more since the start of the night, he had one of those lazy smiles adorning his face and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up.

“What do you mean?” He asked a little confused by the question.

“Like, how long do you think it’ll be before one of us moves out and gets another place?” I rand my finger along the rim of my glass mindlessly.

“Why would we move out? That apartment building is a great area and we’ve got tons of room and obviously amazing neighbours.” He sat up a little straighter and leaned forward. I let out a frustrated sigh, why didn’t he get what I was talking about?

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