took me a whole damn day

Remus Lupin
  • Remus was twice as nervous as the other kids when he got on the Hogwarts Express for the first time
  • He felt as though “werewolf” was branded into his forehead and they’d all scream and run away
  • He didn’t want to lose one of the few good things to happen to him in a while
  • He almost had a heart attack when Peter asked to sit with him on the train
  • How could this kid want to sit with him and not scream in fear
  • Didn’t he know what Remus was hiding
  • Remus was very close to straight up leaving the compartment once James and Sirius barged in
  • They kept asking Remus questions
  • He saw how left out Peter looked though and deflected them to him
  • He accidentally made three new friends
  • Remus had no breath when he saw Hogwarts for the first time
  • How could something so beautiful be so accessible to him
  • He spent the first night ignoring the other boys as they chattered on… and on… and on…
  • Remus didn’t get much sleep
  • He woke up the next morning fairly grumpy
  • But tried his hardest not to get angry when they kept pestering him
  • Remus spent a lot of time in the library
  • Trying to keep his grades up
  • It wasn’t until he realized that Peter actively tried to seek him out that he confronted him
  • Peter confessed to trying to get his attention to be friends
  • Remus reluctantly agreed to sitting with the other boys during their meals but that was it he was just doing it to help Peter be more social
  • Peter was glad that he’d started breaking the resolve surrounding Remus
  • It took a few months for Remus to realize that he’d been staying up later and later at night talking to the boys
  • He only figured it out once he saw the sun rising
  • Remus chuckled, realizing that they’d pried their way into his circle
  • He sobered up fairly quickly though when he got a streak of fear
  • Because what if they found out
  • He shook it off though
  • There was no way. None at all
  • When his first year at Hogwarts, he went home with three addresses in his pocket to owl
  • His father had shook his head
  • “You know I love you, but do you really think that these people will want to be friends with a monster?”
  • His mother had saved them from the fire and given them to him under a piece of brownie
  • “Your father doesn’t know what he’s saying; go owl your friends”
  • During his second year, Remus almost had a heart attack when Peter slammed a book about various creatures on the desk in front of him, opened to a page about werewolves
  • “I swear, I won’t tell anyone Remus” Peter said, fingers crossed behind his back
  • He’d tell the other boys if it was necessary
  • Which it was, when Remus showed up in class the day after the full moon looking like he’d run face-first into a tree
  • Remus almost killed Peter when James, Sirius and Peter all told him they’d become Animagi to help him out because it took you the whole damn year it wasn’t necessary
  • In third year, Remus wondered when exactly Sirius had started looking so attractive and fuck he needs to stop running his hand through his hair he’s killing me and that smirk tells me he knows it
  • Fourth year presented a challenge in the form of Peter trying to ask out Mary
  • His advice from Remus to just “go for it” wasn’t really working
  • Sirius decided to give Peter some flirting tips
  • Unfortunately, Remus was in the room at the time, and Sirius being very obvious, if the fact that they were having a staring contest while Sirius spoke was any indication
  • Peter scrapped Sirius’ suggestions when he saw how flustered Remus was getting and knew that Sirius had much different intentions
  • Remus was a Prefect in fifth year
  • Dumbledore had hinted that one of the reasons for this was so that he could try and keep the other three Marauders at bay
  • Remus figured that it would be better for everyone if he stop being involved
  • It might discourage the Marauders, but he’d be able to keep his friends
  • Friends that he had become very worried about losing over the summer
  • Peter hadn’t written because he was in America for the summer
  • James was forbidden to send owls by his parents, who had found out about a certain prank that had happened and were severely disappointed in James
  • And Sirius… Remus didn’t know why Sirius hadn’t written, but if the choppily cut hair and the various scars he spotted on his slightly-more-then-friend when he came back were any indication, it wasn’t anything good
  • Speaking of being slightly more then friends, Remus wasn’t sure as to what the relationship status between him and Sirius was
  • At least, he wasn’t until he found himself cornered one evening on Prefect duty
  • His partner pretended not to notice the various red marks on Remus’ neck when they met up at the end of the night
  • The whole school tried and failed to ignore the matching one’s on Sirius’ the next morning
  • It was very obvious to everyone(including Remus) as to what the relationship status between the two boys was
  • And Remus was quite pleased
  • In sixth year, Remus was happy to hear that Sirius had escaped to live with the Potters
  • Peter had finally asked Mary out on a date
  • The two were celebrating their three month anniversary a little bit after sixth year started
  • Sirius and Remus were going strong
  • And James
  • James was still trying to get Lily
  • Remus tried to give him suggestions
  • But James was set in his ways
  • It wasn’t until Lily called him and egotistical asshole who didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself that he started changing
  • The pranks lessened
  • He and Remus had more study sessions
  • And Remus found much more chocolate on his bedside table then usual
  • In seventh year, Remus was slightly dissapointed to find that it was James, and not him, who had been selected as Head Boy, but didn’t let envy over-take him for long
  • After all, James had worked hard to deserve it
  • It’s not like Remus was the tamer one
  • That he worked hard every single day
  • That he was struggling all of the time but still managed to do fairly well
  • Peter had had to take Remus aside to talk to him after Remus swung at James
  • Sirius had the unfortunate task of informing James of what was wrong
  • The next week was a bad mix of glares and almost hissing
  • It was only when Lily threatened to slap Remus that he apologized
  • He’d seen the receiving end of Lily’s slaps before
  • James had had to keep an ice-pack on for a couple days
  • As soon as he’d apologized, James quickly pulled him into his arms, and the two stood in the middle of the Common Room, hugging for about an hour
  • Sirius was crying
  • Peter was timing them
  • And Remus knew that whatever happened after Hogwarts, he’d at least have his friends for the rest of his life
  • How wrong he was
HOODIE❃ Kang Daniel Scenario Angst/Fluff

A/N: I feel like this is somewhat hurried, but then again I wrote it out of boredom during a car ride so I don’t expect it to be very good. Inspired by Hey Violet’s Hoodie which somehow just made me think about Daniel the whole day. No trigger warning. Enjoy and thank you for reading.  

“I can’t keep your love,
I can’t keep your kiss, 
Gave you everything and all I got was this”

A damn hoodie. After two years full of laughs, tears and countless of unspoken I love you this was all you got. You weren’t complaining but at the same time you felt like it wasn’t enough. Few weeks ago you managed to convince yourself to delete all the photos you and Daniel took from your phone and also finally had the guts to delete his number; which truthfully wasn’t much of a help when you already knew it by heart.

The only thing you couldn’t persuade yourself to throw out was the piece of clothing made out of thick cotton. The black hoodie you were still wearing to sleep used to be his favorite one. It was simple, time-worn and you still chuckled whenever you remembered how the hole in the left arm was made.

“But Y/N watch me! I can totally ace that skate move down the stairs. I’m really good at this, look!” an overly excited Daniel yelled from the top of the metal staircase. You were sitting on the ground nodding absently and wishing you would be at the movies like he promised. But your lovely boyfriend had another idea about your date as it seemed. He signaled you to watch him and you did only to burst out laughing as he lost his balance in the middle and fell over.

“Wow you’re so good, babe! Damn, I wish I had your skills.” You said sarcastically while helping him get off the pavement as he cursed under his breath when he saw the dusty hole his little trick caused.

You smiled to yourself while remembering. Even now you were wearing that hoodie. It was large enough to make you feel comfortable and soft while Daniel’s faint citrus scent made you want to sink into the quicksand created by your pool of memories which kept coming back. You were torturing yourself, but at the same time it was sweet and you didn’t want to stop no matter how much it hurt. This hoodie was all that was left from what you once called “your home”.

Getting lost into the trail of thoughts you didn’t even hear the doorbell who had been constantly buzzing for the past few minutes. You got up from the maroon leather couch and opened the door lazily. Freezed in your spot you waved you right hand, barely being able to address a “hello”. Daniel was standing in front of your apartment, hands in his pockets and wearing the beautiful smile you were used to seeing every day.

“Hey. I was going to call you, I thought you weren’t home.” He said giving you a shy smile.

“But you have a key. Why don’t you use it?”

“I just… didn’t think it was right to since, you know… I don’t live here anymore. I actually came to ask you if you found my hoodie.”

You felt your heart broke a little with every word he spoke, but instead let out an awkward laugh to which he joined with a chuckle followed by both of you staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I didn’t get the chance to call you and tell you about it. Do you need it back now?” you finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

Your raised your eyes to look at his expression. Daniel gave you a sweet smile and placed a hand on your shoulder eyeing you up and down. You tugged at the end your sleeve awkwardly. Your body was stiff as he touched you and you could feel a wave of sorrow ghosting over you. Daniel seemed to have noticed it too and ruffled your bangs as he always used to when he saw you being sad. You complained and pushed his hand away.

“Do you need this now?”  You asked for a second time motioning to the piece of clothing you were wearing.

“I did come to take it back…” he paused for a moment “… but it looks better on you.”

He smiled brightly and looked at you fondly before continuing on a sweet tone:

“You can keep it, it always looked better on you anyway.” Daniel said grabbing your right hand into his warm one as you stood in the doorway with blooming pink cheeks.

Meant to Be - Part Seven: Blue

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @ham-for-ham

Word Count: 2785

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of suicide

Dedicated to: @creepycute08 for bein’ awesome :D

A/N: good luck! also i neeeeeeeed art for this chapter omlll

“Dad,” Alex said, and he was surprised how calm his voice sounded.

George immediately turned his head sharply to look at his son. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Thomas,” he replied plainly. “I need to see him.”

“Right now?” George questioned, raising his eyebrows. “Why?”

“I don’t know…” Alex trailed off, and began to search frantically for a pen. He finally found one tucked in the back of the glove compartment. Thankfully, it hadn’t yet run out of ink, and with a bit of effort he managed to mark his skin.

His writing came out in a scrawl. Where are you? What do you need?

Alex tapped his fingers nervously on the window ledge as he waited for a response. George glanced over at his son every few seconds to see if he had any new information. It took almost a full minute before Thomas’ writing appeared again, shakier than Alex had ever seen it.

Park. You.

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Ummm it actually turned into a 4k-word fic  D:  I couldn’t stop writing, I just was so captivated and inspired by your creations!!  anyway I only submitted a smaller part of the whole thing because I wrote too damn much. I hope you’ll forgive me for the details I got wrong and the liberties I took, I just really hope you find it somewhat entertaining  :)  and you don’t have to post it either, I just thought maybe you’d like to read it  :)


Apollo learns, from receiving a smug text, that Helios has taken Icarus on a joyride through the space between realms – giving the boy a little thrill as they tore through the inky void on his golden chariot (in the noisy motorcyclical form it takes these days).  Presumably, Helios got a snuggle out of it as well, if Icarus was holding onto the god as they flew. 

It will not stand.

Apollo arrives promptly at Icarus’s apartment the next day after the human has completed his classes and returned.  The boy has enough time to place his heavy book satchel on the table and when he looks up, Apollo is standing there, next to him. 

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Taking Care Of You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N L/N (Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After finding Dean in a awkward situation, the Reader finds out that taking care of him isn’t quite so bad.

Word Count: 2kish

Warnings: Light Cursing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @babypieandwhiskey‘s “Cam’s Darndest Things Writing Challenge”! I had the prompt: “Let go of my boob!” I hope you guys like it! *hides face* Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

The first thing that came to mind was: “Holy fricken hell!” There was no way that this actually happened. I mean, I’d heard countless stories of it occurring but to actually witness it with my own two eyes?

“This is insane,” I muttered as I stared at Dean’s bed, my eyes wide with shock. I looked up at Sam, his expression matching mine. “This is insane, right?”

Sam nodded, his brows knitting together as he fought hard to concentrate and analyze the situation at hand.

A small noise came from Dean’s bed and we both whipped our heads to it, our eyes wary. This was absolutely ludicrous.

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je0njin  asked:

why is osaka special to jikook :O

Hello there ^^ I’d pretty much written everything in this reply here. It’s associated w that incident back in 2015, in Osaka. @dailydoseoffuckyou had answered a question regarding this too here .

Here are some Osaka Kookmin that werent mentioned in previous asks.

  • 16th Dec 16 - Eat Jin + Chimchim + Kook Vlive.

We will never forget how Jungkook casually barged into Jin’s room to join them, knew Jimin’s exact height to the correct dp (tho he’s 0.1 cm short), ‘bullied’ Jimin but at the same time shot heart eyes at him, or how he went alpha real quick to stop Jimin from running away. 

  • 15th Dec 16- Osaka FM Day 2

Yes. A Kookmin selca on the second day of fanmeeting by BTS Japan Official.

Also when Jungkook went behind Jimin.

They also did the sandwich thing w others, Jungkook on top of jimin.

  • 14th Dec 16- Osaka FM Day 1

When Jimin was making heart sign,Kook walked behind him and appeared on the big screen with Jimin. Here

  • 12th and 13th July 16- HYYH On Stage:Epilogue Osaka

VAPP BROADCAST:If you think it’s some kind of déjà vu when you saw Kook crashing into the room in the middle of a broadcast, hey you’re right. The same thing did happen IN OSAKA back in July, except tonight, Jungkook was invited by Jimin to do the Mandaggo thing with him, replacing Tae. Here’s the vlive link. I’m not sure if he knew beforehand that Jimin was filming since he’d said there would be an alarm on their phones if someone’s filming but man he was so eager on pressing the doorbell. He wasn’t even holding his phone so maybe he really didn’t know Jimin went live.

CONCERT: Here’s the photos released by bighit, bts and bts japan official after the concert ended. Please look at Jimin and Jungkook.

Jungkook imitated his 3:33 dance…Jimin Jungkook flirting on stage…no more dream that involved kicking feet in the air instead of on the members back…


and many more. Ofc I have to leave out the rest of Kookmin Japan moments because…that…would..kill me… i’m just gonna drop this photo of them together at the airport. just one

and another one.

There. To sum it up, Jimin and Jungkook have had lots of moments in Japan, especially in Osaka. Idk if you’re aware of this since these two lovebirds are always together but they tend to do the most there. in Japan. Yes.


They should travel there sometime in their free time. I mean Jimin would love to travel with Jungkook, and seeing how jungkook’s been behaving when he’s with Jimin, well there’s no way he would say no, right? hahaha

anonymous asked:

omg hope im not late for requesting ok so sorry if this lacks detail im bad at describing things bbut may i please request a bakugou scenario where he confesses to his fem!crush who's always nice to him n all haha thank u so much if u get to this ☆彡

Y’all sure do love Katsuki omg i hope I’m doing his character justice. There’s like 4 other ask for just him so I hope you guys don’t mind a bunch of Bakugou content lmao

Not a lot was happening today. The classes seemed dull, the air was stagnant, and Bakugou kept disappearing on you the moment you took your eyes off of him. You were tempted to shrug it all off. Maybe today was just a bad day for everyone? You weren’t too sure about it, so when it came to the end of the day you were blind sided by Bakugou suddenly approaching you after school by the entrance. He trudged over to you with an annoyed look on his face and you were afraid that he was annoyed with you for a second. His eyes refused to meet with yours for very long, which was weird, because he was always known for his unbreaking glares and stare downs. But you were quick to notice the look in hid eye wasn’t hostile and you offered him a smile.

Bakugou grumbled something before he roughly grabbed your wrist and dragged you to a little more secluded area. You were puzzled, sure, but also intrigued. He looked at you and tried to speak but you found yourself blurting out something before he could get the first work out of his mouth. He looked at you visibly a little more agitated.

“Is everything alright? You seemed a little distant today and I’ve been a little concerned about of if I did something to upset you and… and…” You babbled on before he flicked your nose to get you to shut up.

“Just fucking let me talk would you?!” He commanded. You closed your mouth and looked at him expectantly with those eyes of yours.

Bakugou cursed himself for not being able to look you the eyes consistently the whole day. It was because of those eyes that he was in this mess in the first place. That mess being his mess of feelings for you. It took him a damn long time to figure out why the hell he felt a tug in his chest when you were around and even longer to figure out why he couldn’t be as rough with you as the others. You never looked at him like he was this evil monster and those eyes of yours never betrayed any fear for him. Even if he was a little brash with you like he was at first your smile never wavered. You continually were nice to him and it pissed him off because you had somehow managed to worm your way into his heart with that unwavering kindness. You were that chink in his armor and he hated and loved you at the same time. 

Both of you shifted in the silence for a second until Bakugou hit a hand against the wall by you head. You jumped and let out a little squeak but kept your gaze on him. He was looking away feeling his face and ears heat up until he let out a short laugh. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me?” He asked a little harshly. You tried to apologize but he cut you off again. Quickly, he went from resting his hand by your head to his forearm to get even closer to you and for the first time today he held his gaze with you. His narrowed crimson eyes bored into yours and you found yourself becoming a little restless under his gaze. There was something about it this time that had you breathless. 

“Bakugou I-” You stopped yourself by biting down on your lip and he seemingly excused your little slip up. With a sigh he took his other hand and poked you square in the middle of your forehead.

“Listen, I can’t believe I’m having to fucking say this but…” His voice got quieter and he mumbled something that you couldn’t catch under his breath. 

“I’m sorry what did you-”

“I said I fucking like you damn it!!” He declared loudly. 

If you were in an open area he was sure he would have died of embarrassment having to yell that. You blinked once, twice, three times before your face flushed red. Having realized what he said was sincere and he wasn’t just messing with you, you went to hide your face in your hands for a second. Even though he had just proclaimed that he was still just inches from you face and it took you a bit to calm down before you could speak.

“Oh thank goodness.” You sighed with relief. “I really thought you were mad at me for a good while there.”

“Are you stupid or something? Why would I be mad at you?” He chided casting his gaze to the side. You laughed and he looked back at you with eyes widening a little. You were laughing?? What kind of sick joke was this. Before he could get fired up about you laughing in his face you had reached over and placed a hand on the side of his face. Your thumb gently ran over his cheek as you smiled up at him with such brilliance. 

“It doesn’t matter now, but I accept your confession and I’d be happy to tell you that I like you, too, Katsuki.” You said softly. 

After standing there for a while and drinking in each others’ gazes Bakugou finally reached up and grabbed your hand from his face. He tugged you toward him and away from the wall with cheeks tinged with blush after listening to you use his first name and hearing your feelings for him. You didn’t get a chance to ask him what he was doing because he had already threaded his fingers with yours and the two of you were walking down the side walk. 

“Come on so I can walk you home already.” 

“You’re so sweet!”


This is 100% inspired by my conversation with @sanderssides-fics last night and i hope you like it!

Rolo, Moxiety

Warnings: Morality cries, Prince screams a lot, there is absolutely no angst in this fanfic whatsoever


It was Easter! Morality had waked up at 5 am to search the house for his Easter eggs. He was so excited! Maybe this year he could actually see the Easter bunny and pet him!

Roman was jumping out of bed a few minutes after. This was the year! This year he would totally find the magical Easter bunny and challenge him for his giant chocolate egg!

On the other side Logan was rubbing his eyes, seconds away from actually passing out. He had forced Anxiety to help him out in hiding the Easter eggs this year (nobody wanted a repeat of an almost crying Morality because he couldn’t find his Easter eggs) but it had still took them until 3 AM for the others to actually be asleep since they were so excited

Anxiety was glaring bloody murder at whoever came close to him, only softening his glaring once Morality cuddled with him in the couch. They would wait for Thomas and then they would go search for the eggs.

Once the host came downstairs he proclaimed, with an exited grin on his face, the beginning of the Easter hunt. He clapped and paired them off, Logan with Roman and Angel with Morgan. The two more excited trails leading the more cynical ones away with an excited smile.

“Im so excited An! We might get to see the bunny! I wanna pet him!”

“What if he bites you?”

“I’ll be fine, but thank you for worrying love!”

On the other side of the house Roman and Logic where searching for the chocolate eggs too, with the Royal one excitedly explaining how he would challenge the magical bunny to a fight and win the biggest chocolate egg to ever exist

“Im not sure that’s a possibility”

“I won’t hurt him; I’ll just win and ask for my reward!”

The logical one sighed. Really, could his boyfriend be any more dramatic? But seeing him so excited was… it was really nice and it was making a lot of warm feelings settle into Logan’s stomach. It really was worth it to be up almost all night if he got to see the other like that

Once the hunt was done and everyone had their share of chocolate goodness, and Logic and Anxiety comforted their slightly down partners, Thomas made them all sit in the couch. He was smiling, and the whole day had been amazing for him and the others

“Oh, yeah! This year we have to thank Logan and Angel for hiding the eggs”



Morgan stared at his boyfriend, tears gathering in his eyes. Anxiety gulped, he wasn’t sure what to do when Morality cried

“Why didn’t the bunny hide them?”

“The bunny…? Wait, you guys didn’t know?”

“Didn’t knew what Thomas?” The royal sounded pissed, and sad, and disappointed. Logan winced

“Oh God. Guys, tell me you are joking”

“We hide it from them once you learned it. Anxiety took your disappointment instead of passing it on to Morality and I took the knowledge instead of destroying Prince’s illusions”

“The bunny doesn’t exist?!”

“Roman, your voice”


“An! Logan is joking right?!”

“Mo, come on, calm down”

Thomas stared with wide eyes the sudden mess. Logan was rubbing his temple, Anxiety was trying to calm down a crying Morality and Prince was dramatically talking with his hands and whole body. The host chuckled a little, he knew the other two would be okay but this was honestly hilarious to watch

“Come on you guys, see the bright side”


“Roman, lower your voice!”

“No but really, see the bright side. You guys have such a dedicated partner than every Easter they get up at the wee hours of morning and hide the eggs so you all can find them!”


“Wait, Mo!”

Suddenly Anxiety found himself with an over exited Morality in his arms, that was trying to kiss every possible part of his face. Logan was in a… similar situation. The only difference was that the Prince Charming had him in his arms bride style and was spinning around with him

“If you drop me im hiding all the Disney movies!”

“Fear not my beloved!”

Thomas smiled, his personality really was an… eclectic bunch.

You’re the Last of a Dying Breed / Peter Maximoff

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

A/N: I’m currently stuffing my face with Tastykake cookies and creme cakes (!!!!) and drinking way more wine than I should on a Sunday afternoon.  ANYWAY, I got this idea after I obsessively listened to the new Fall Out Boy song, The Last of the Real Ones and I thought some of the lyrics would fit perfectly with a cute lil Peter fic.  Please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Nada, just lots of fluffy flufferness. Oh! Mentions/description of anxiety.

“Luna! Luna, have you seen my goggles anywhere?!”

I grumbled as a rogue sweatshirt landed on my face.  Leaning up on my elbows, I glanced around sleepily.  Peter was on the other side of my room, drawers open on the dresser, shucking things out and across the room in a violent whirlwind of motion. I rubbed my eyes and attempted to assess the situation to the best of my exhausted ability.

I glanced at the clock. 3:14 AM. What was he doing rummaging through my drawers at this hour?

“Luna, can you help me? I appreciate your cute ‘I-just-woke-up-and-have-no-clue-what-realm-I’m-in’ look, but I’m starting to panic here,” Peter said, whipping around to face me.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and looked up at the silver-haired boy. “What do you need your goggles for at three in the morning?”

“Scott called me, they’re having trouble at the mansion.”

I immediately got off the bed and rushed to his side, “Trouble?! What’s wrong?”

“Something about Jean and Warren,” he waved his hand noncommittally. “Jean accidentally got into his head earlier and saw that Warren was having some, uh, unsavory thoughts about her. She’s using her telekinesis to hold him against the wall and hasn’t let up for the past hour or so.”

I sighed. It never failed that one of the other X-Men would call on Peter to come mediate whatever pointless argument was brewing between them. After all, he was easily the least biased of them all. He got along with everyone there and everyone adored him.

I was beginning to get tired of my boyfriend being pulled away from me almost every time he stayed over at my apartment. Between my college classes and his training at the mansion, the nights together were really all we had. The missions, I understood. Peter had powers that were needed whenever a threat towards humankind was apparent. However, these stupid little fights? The way I saw it, the others could sort out their issues between themselves like normal adults. Whenever Peter and I fought, I didn’t call Hank in a panic to come fix it for us.

I sat on the bed, crossing my arms and pouting as Peter continued his hunt for his goggles. With any luck, he wouldn’t be able to find them and wouldn’t be able to leave.

Luck, however, was not on my side. I heard Peter let out an “aha!” as he thrust his goggles into the air.  Quickly putting them on his head, he looked over and gave me a small smile which instantly disappeared when he saw the look on my face.

“You okay?” He sat down beside me on the bed and took my hands.

Shrugging, I looked away from him. “I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do.

“Luna-” Peter started, but I pulled my hands from his and stood up, pacing across the room.

“No, Peter,” I sighed, running my hands through my hair. “I knew before we got into anything serious what your mutation meant. I knew it meant running around, saving the world, possibly not seeing you for days or weeks at a time. But this? Just because the rest of the X-Men aren’t capable of acting like adults, I have to give you up almost every night you’re here? I can’t remember the last time you and I actually spent an entire night together without you being whisked off into some drama that doesn’t have anything to do with you.” I could feel my anxiety beginning to take hold of me as I finished my speech. My chest felt tight and my eyes burned with tears threatening to spill.

Peter remained quiet. He knew these episodes well. We’d been together a little less than a year now, and in that time, he had seen more than enough of my panic attacks to know the best course of action to take when I had one: remain quiet, let me have my outburst, comfort me afterwards.

I let out a deep breath, cutting my eyes towards him. “It’s almost like I don’t have a boyfriend. I feel like I have a roommate. I feel like I’m here at the beginning of the end,” I angrily wiped at my eyes, letting the tears fall freely now. I collapsed onto the floor and pulled at my hair.

Sensing the end of my tirade, Peter gingerly made his way over to me and sat on the floor beside me. He pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on my head, rubbing soothing circles onto my back.

“I’m sorry,” I started. “My head is stripped, just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times.

“No, you’re right,” he ran his fingers through my hair. “The missions are one thing, but what kind of boyfriend am I for leaving you for some fight between the guys back at the mansion all the time? Or when they flooded the training room? Or when Alex caught the stove on fire? Those are all things that could’ve easily been handled without me. God, Luna, I’m sorry.”

I peeked up at him and cupped his perfect face in my hands. “You are too good to be true,” I brought my lips to his gently and felt him wipe my tears before kissing me back.

He stood, picking me up by my thighs and carrying me back to my bed. “I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you,” he whispered as he gently laid me down and climbed on top of me.

A shudder wracked through my body as Peter laid butterfly kisses across my neck and collarbone. “Go back to sleep, baby girl. I’ll be here.”

I smiled at him and threw my arms around his neck, cuddling my head into his neck.

Before drifting off, I heard him whisper, “This is that ultra kind of love you never walk away from.


For the past two days, I have spent my entire time glued to my phone helping somebody who was once a stranger to me. Two days ago, a stranger privately messaged me saying that she wanted some help. I’m not going to go into her details, but something traumatic had happened and she hadn’t felt the need to breathe no longer. So, I stopped writing and postponed the fics that needed to be uploaded, and I spoke to her all day and all night. It took two whole days to convince her that her life was worthy and I do not regret a single second of it. I saved a life and it makes me so damn happy.

The point of this whole thing is to remind you that you are NOT alone and that I am ALWAYS here to speak to. Suicide isn’t something I like and it’s a tough subject for me to deal with, but I’ll push through my trauma just to make sure you’re okay.

As most of you know (if you have been following me for the ten months), it has taken me nearly five months to return to daily activities after losing my best friend to suicide in early November last year. It had hurt more than I thought it would when I found out because in early January last year I had lost my only cousin to suicide and my best friend promised me he wouldn’t leave me that way. I had only just returned to daily activities before losing him, too. Now, I’m just a clueless mess on where to start living with my life. Nothing has been the same without the two of them bugging me constantly.

If you think that killing yourself is the only way to end all the pain you feel—let me remind you that it isn’t the only way. If you ever went through with that, all that pain you feel will drift into those who love and care for you and let me tell you know, that pain it is not the best. If you ever contemplate it, please message me. I wouldn’t want to lose another precious soul who belonged on this Earth. You are worthy of every breath you take. You are worthy of your existence. You are loved and you are cared for. You’re a beautiful person and you shouldn’t allow that to become nothing.

Talk to me about anything—anything that is troubling you, anything that is hurting you, anything that is harming your life—just message me and I’ll be there to listen to you. Heck, I’ll freaking facetime you just to make sure you are okay and I’ll stay up all night to make sure that you stay okay. You are strong and you are capable of living. You matter in this world and there is someone out there who is waiting for your existence to be present in their life. That person is me. I love you and I don’t want you to leave this world behind. I want you to stay and be strong and hold your head up and ignore the negativity. I believe that you can make it. I’ll help guide you through hell, even if it means I have to open old wounds just to help you find your light. I’ll crawl through Hell over and over again just to get you all to safety.

So put down that gun, get rid of the rope, throw away those pills, flush down that blade, step away from the edge of the highest building, walk away from that bridge and turn off that stove. Whatever way you are choosing to end your life, get away from it.

Please, I’m begging you. Don’t throw your life away just because there’s bad in it. Keep breathing and keep crawling and you’ll find something good. This is coming from someone who has lost two amazing people to suicide and who has thought about it and suffers from depression herself. You matter to me and to the world.

Keep living. Keep breathing. Stay alive.
There’s good coming your way, just be patient, honeybee. I love you so much.

Remember; message me whenever you want. I am always here to listen and to help you. 💖

Wild Girl

Intro: Hellohellohello friendos!  I have written a thing and am actually going to be able to post it now yay go me!  So I’ve finally gotten a hold on life and it’s craziness so I spit this big-ish fic out in the last few days and I hope you like it!  It is a SUUUPPPPERRRR and I mean SUPER over due request from @names-add-meaning

Love, I apologize with my whole heart about how damn long this took me.  I think it was probably back in May or June that you requested this and I just never got stupidly around to it.  You don’t have to acknowledge that this even exists, because I don’t deserve it.  I am so sorry.  But I hope you like it?  I tried to follow your request closely!  Just no enterprise crew, just Jim!

Pairing: Kirk x reader (I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible!)

Word Count: 2400ish

Warnings: nothing really, alcohol, dancing, makeout?

Summary: After 6 months aboard the Enterprise you finally got some shore leave, and everyone’s headed to the club.  You’re not a big fan of these things, but you decide to go anyway.  Jim, who is one of your closest friends, is there and saves you from spending the night with your drunk friend.  He can’t convince you to dance with him, and you’re about to leave when a certain song comes on.  Will you go for it?  Be a little wild for once?  Maybe act on a certain crush you’d had on someone for so long?

The song and dance I was inspired by was this one below, to “Like a River” by Bishop Briggs - I pictured the reader dancing similarly, except to the whole song!


Jim’s head swiveled when he heard your name.  An instinct really, the shout was enough to make anyone jump, but he knew that the rush of adrenaline that dripped through his insides and made his heart beat faster was much more than that. 

He tried to calm his racing heart as he caught sight of you in the corner of his eye, but instead the opposite happened.  Your usual outfits ranged from baggy sweaters to your uniform, so Jim’s jaw nearly dropped when he saw you in something a little more revealing.  Clothes suited to the club that you had just walked into, where Jim had been sitting for the past 20 minutes, getting a good head start on his drink, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you to come around. 

You were hugging your friend, and Jim almost laughed at the sour look on your face.  He knew you hated things like this, but since this was the first shore leave in almost 6 months, he was sure your friends made you come.  And he was glad for it.  

“Y/N!!  You came!” The familiar high-pitched voice of your friend somehow carried over the loud music and chattering voices.

“And you look so… hot!” Aalia continued as her near-jumping form came into view.

“Yes, yes, instead of wearing my comfy sweats and hoodie like I wish I was, I have dragged these pieces of revealing clothing out of my closet and somehow got them on my body.” You grumbled, releasing yourself quickly from the sweaty hug that she wrapped you in.

“Oh, shut up!  Stop being so cynical, it distracts from your smoking hot bod.”

You gave Aalia a disapproving glare, but it didn’t carry as much ice in it as you wanted.  She wasn’t wrong, you did look pretty good.  The tighter clothing did make you want to constantly keep your arms crossed over your chest, but you know from when you last looked in the mirror, it was working for you.  And since you were finally on the shore leave that had been promised for many months, you thought you’d change it up.

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In The Name Of Love: Part Four



You lived a life much different than any other married couple on the planet, it was full of action and mystery. But the only mystery that was unsolved was your marriage. Stuck in the boring routine of the lifeless marriage the both of you were caught in, Tony and Steve make plans to get the two of you back together - with the help of Bruce Banner. You had three weeks, and each session you noticed a change in your love life. But things could get far more messy than the both of you intended.

Notes: Bucky x Wife!Reader, Tension, Smut, Cussing, Small amount of Bondage (not in that way, lol) Let me know what you think, and let me know if you want to be tagged. :)

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4 years // For you || part seven Dan Howell

A/N: So apparently I have a thing for cliffhangers now bc last chapter I did it again, so here you go enjoy part 7!!

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by phluffys

There was like an hour of patient waiting left until the world ended for a second time. The first time was when Luke got his diagnosis in the same hospital as we were now.

It took the doctors 60 minutes to perform the stem cell transplantation. That makes 3600 seconds full of hope.

As soon as the nurses removed the needle from Dan’s underarm they rushed over to the children’s ward where Luke was waiting for his father’s stem cells.

I fear that it might be our only hope now. I heard Dr Lancaster say in my head and somehow I didn’t entirely understand what that really meant. A world without Luke was unimaginable, it would be dark and bleak and the thought alone was so unbearable that it physically pained me.

This not working was not an option that I would accept.

Dan and I waited in front of Luke’s room the entire hour. Together we stared at the closed wooden door in silence. We were too on edge to say something but Dan had wrapped his arm around my waist and I was leaning into him.

At this point we were totally sanguine about this. I thought that in the matter of an hour my little son would be healed and that he could leave this hospital soon after and be a normal child again.  

Dr Lancaster had said that this would work, right? So it had to work.

“I can’t wait until they are done. You’ve been waiting way too long for this moment.” Dan whispered and gently pushed a few strands of my hair out of my face.

“It’ll finally all be alright again.” I breathed with a slight smile on my face.

“Thank you.” I added so quietly that it was barely audible.

Dan still heard it though and he looked at me so softly that I nearly melted.

“No, thank you. You’ve been doing such an amazing job. I hardly manage my own life without having to care for a toddler. You’re such wonderful mother and I’ll try my best to be the best father I can be.” Dan complimented me with warmth in all of his words.

“If that’s alright with you, of course.” He half-asked half-stated with an irresistible grin.

“I’d quite like that.” I admitted and nervously bit my lip. Did that count as flirting?

Our eyes met and his chocolate brown orbs stared directly into my soul and seemed to warm me from inside out.

I felt myself blush as he started to move closer, inch by inch until the tip of our noses almost touched.

My heart skipped a beat as Dan started to lean in and I automatically closed my eyes.

He must’ve been less than a hand’s width away because I could feel his warm breath on my face when sudden loud noises erupted from behind the door to Luke’s room.

It was the sound of doctors hastily shouting instructions at each other. My eyes shot open as nurses rushed into Luke’s room. Dan and I nearly jumped away from each other with shocked expressions. Our bodies were filled with fear and shock instead of butterflies now.  

I felt myself panic as my heart started racing at an immense speed.

“What’s happening?!” I screamed at one of the nurses that rushed by to help.

“He’s in a critical condition, his heart rate is unstable.” She shouted back in a hurry as she kept running into Luke’s room.  

That’s where I sank to my knees, sobbing and asking myself why the universe allowed such tragedy.  

That’s when the world ended for a second time…

“We had to medically induce a coma.” Dr Lancaster explained and his words were loud and quiet at the same time. They seemed to echo inside of me and still they were so hard to comprehend.

I looked down at Luke who had tubes coming out of his nose and arms. Imagine that sight: a 4year old little angel lying in a hospital bed like this. And then imagine that being your son, your one and only, your everything.

What you’re feeling now is not even a fraction of what I felt then.

“The transplant didn’t seem to help, all of our devices started beeping, there were some immense irregularities and we couldn’t explain why.” Dr Lancaster kept talking, his voice lowered, while tears streamed down my face and I just prayed to god that he’d protect Luke no matter what.

“We will have to keep him in this state until we figure out what’s causing all this, I’m really sorry.”

The doctor left the room visibly stricken and left Dan and I alone with Luke.

Dan’s chocolate brown eyes were puffy and red as he was sobbing his heart out. His whole giant body was shaking while I just felt like every single part of me was shattered and torn into pieces.

‘Why him? Why anyone? Why not a happy ending?’ I wanted to shout at these god damn white hospital walls and I wanted to impeach the whole universe because it was clearly not working right anymore.  

It’s moments like this that make you lose your faith.

Dan and I spent the rest of the day sitting beside Luke’s hospital bed and took turns in holding his tiny hand. We didn’t say much, what was there left to say anyway?

As the sun started to set it bathed the room in orange light and when it vanished behind a little hill it left us sitting in darkness but we didn’t move.

Then it dawned and the sky was ice blue and suddenly there was light again but for us it felt like it was still dark.

I could barely hold my eyes open and I felt so tired and worn out like never before in my life but leaving Luke’s side was not an option.

“Maybe you should take some rest.” Dan suggested warmly as the shadows under my eyes got even darker.  

He carefully touched my shoulder, trying to make me stand up.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” I growled, my eyes focused on Luke’s stiff body.

“Y/N please.” Dan pleaded.

“I don’t want to ever leave him.” I cried and fell into Dan’s arms, nuzzling my head into his shoulder and just let the tears fall again.

He gently rubbed my back and reminded me to breath as I was choking on my tears.

“He’s gonna be fine. He just has to be.” he whispered as he kissed my hair.

So we kept sitting there and cried in each other’s arms, because the poor ill poor in room number 432 was our son.

The doctors didn’t know whether or not he’d make it and we were just praying by now.

And as Dan and I held each other I noticed that I had ever been more thankful for Dan’s presence because I don’t know whether or not I’d have it without him.

I’m so happy that Boris in Chapter 3 was so much like how I imagined him to be with my headcanon’s. Srsly he’s just like my Floof boris that its creepy. Yet it just made me all the more attached to him when I played the game. As well all a whole train crash of emotions when that damned angel took the good boi away!!! Plus, I now can only imagine old henry as a short ginger dwarf/lumberjack in appearance.

Anyways, after personally playing it and watching squiggs stream. I had some idea’s I wanted to sketch out.

While i’m here, I should note that the blog probably wont continue asks anymore. I got so much work now with my new job that on my days off I rarely have the mental motivation to do anything anymore. Sorry. :/

My First Time by Anonymous

I know this is long, but it’s my true story of how I lost my virginity and I’ve never shared this secret with anyone not even the man that did the deed. Yet.

When I was 14 I wanted to lose my virginity, but being the “cute nerdy good girl” I didn’t want everyone to know about it and gossip about me. My three girlfriends had already done it.  So my friends set it up for me to fuck a guy at a party.  They’d already fucked him and said he was perfect.  The room would be completely dark so no one will know who is who and afterwards I would leave and it’s our secret.  I agreed.  I had only made out with one boy before and felt his hard on through his jeans so I had never touched or seen a dick in the flesh. At the party I could hardly contain myself when they came and took me upstairs.  Giggling they opened the door and pushed me in saying “get naked and have fun nerd” and closed it behind me.  It was completely dark so I felt my way to the bed, undressed, and heard “hey the first time is a little rough, but I’ll take care of you”.  I couldn’t see anything. I laid down and he started gently kissing me and caressing my body. So passionate and caring. I ran my hands all over him and his naked body was muscular and smooth. Then I felt his dick.  Holy shit it was huge and hard.  My fingers didn’t even touch when he put my hand around it to jack him off.  He sucked my titties and licked my pussy and even licked my asshole.  It felt so good and I was soaking wet and tingling. I sucked his dick the best I could, but it was really thick and I gagged a little which kind of turned me on and him too.  He climbed between my shaking legs and gently put the tip of his huge dick on my pussy lips and whispered “here goes baby” then slowly pushed it all in me nonstop   I almost passed out from the pain.  I felt a burning tear as the tip pushed through my hymen.  I whimpered at every inch until he bottomed out.   My pussy was stretched more than I could ever imagine.  After a few strokes he got faster and started fucking me hard. It felt like he was going to rip me open.  I laid there gasping and scratching at his back crying from the pain, but half way smiling from the pleasure. His balls were sticky from my blood and cum leaking out of my pussy and they were slapping against my asshole which made my pussy clinch on his dick.  I screamed every time the tip slammed my cervix.  It was almost brutal in a good way. I thought to myself this boy is my first and he’s claiming my pussy.  I heard my friends outside the door laughing and yelling “get that dick girl”!  He roughly rolled me over face down and shoved it in me again and started pounding, All his weight was on my back and I could hardly breathe.  He whispered heavily in my ear “you’re so tight baby, you like my cock in you, yeah my cock is your first and owns that pussy forever ”?  It felt amazing, but still hurt so all I could do was grunt was umm.. huh between sobs.  He told me he was going to cum and pulled out, but shoved it back in me with one strong thrust.  I tried to push him back whimpering “noooo not in me nooo” and then I felt him swelling in me and throb after throb, pumping cum in my virgin pussy.  My body tensed and I laid there holding my breath helplessly taking his warm cum deep in me and thinking how good it felt pulsing inside my pussy. After what seemed like an hour he slowly pulled out and I felt his cum oozing out of me and my pussy burning and making little fart sounds spitting out more cum.  It felt like gallons.  He stood up and put his dripping dick in my mouth and told me to suck it clean.  The taste of my bloody pussy and his cum was kind of gross, but I did as he said.  Afterwards he put on his clothes and kissed my forehead saying “you’re welcome”. As he walked out the girls outside were cheering and clapping for him.  I heard him say “another cherry busted ladies”.  They all laughed. I quickly got dressed and left the party feeling numb.  On the way home my friends all high fived me and wanted details which I briefly gave them.  I went to my room and changed.  My pussy was burning and sore.  I had dried blood and his cum smeared all over my thighs and ass.  I went and showered for almost an hour thinking about his big dick inside me and that he came inside my unprotected pussy and how even though painful it felt so good.  I was worried what if I get pregnant I don’t even know who he is.  He cum was still oozing out of me and I played with it rubbing it up and down my pussy lips.  Smiling I decided to taste it again and liked it a little more.  On the way back to my room I passed my brother’s room and he’d just gotten home.  He was talking and laughing on the phone to a friend.  I stopped to eavesdrop and I heard him say “yeah dude she was tight as hell and crying the whole time bleeding all over my cock, but I made her suck me clean”.  A wave of panic hit me.  Thinking it couldn’t have been, no it can’t be, what the fuck.  Then I heard him say “she was pushing me back and screaming not to cum in her, but I held that bitch down and gave her the biggest nut I’ve ever busted”. My heart was racing, I couldn’t breathe and then he said “I don’t know man some chick my sister’s friends hooked me up with that wanted her cherry popped, but they won’t tell me who she is, they just say she’s cute, shy, and I’d be shocked if I knew.  I’m gonna quiz my goofy ass sister and find out because I want some more of that tight pussy, plus I wanted to fuck her in the ass and I know that shit is even tighter because I stuck my tongue in it” and he started laughing again.  I ran crying to my room realizing that my so called friends pranked me and I fucked my own god damn brother.  My own flesh and blood cam inside me, took my virginity and he has no clue.  Also he was being a slimy douche bag about the whole thing. I hated him.  I was ashamed and hurt that they’d do that.  I cried myself to sleep and the next day I confronted those bitches.  They laughed it off saying they wouldn’t tell.  They all thought it was hot and one even said she’d had a threesome with her brother and his girlfriend so it’s no biggie. For days after my brother bugged the shit out of me trying to find out who he’d fucked and I just avoided the subject and walked away.  He asked what was up with me lately and again I’d just go to my room and cry hoping I wasn’t pregnant.  Months passed and I wasn’t pregnant thank god, but I couldn’t shake the fact that my big brother took my virginity.  Years later I’m now in college, graduating soon, and engaged.  I’ve learned a lot about sex and love since I was 14.  My fiancé and I have great sex, but I admit when I masturbate I always fantasize about my brother’s huge dick being crammed in me and I still whimper when doing it.  i sometimes cry happy tears when I cum replaying it in my mind.  Sometimes I have my fiancé roll me over and hold me down while he rough fucks me until he explodes inside my wet pussy just like my big brother did that night.  I even enjoy sucking his dick clean afterwards. I’ve decided to tell my brother that it was my cherry he popped that night, the one he nutted the big nut in, the one that cried while he shoved his big dick in her tight virgin pussy, that bled on his dick and he made suck it clean.  And now that time had passed I truly love him so much more for doing it.  He was my first, that special one.  I’m going to tell him at my wedding reception.  I’m going to whisper it to him while we have our dance.  I’m going to tell him yes his big cock still owns my pussy to this day and will forever just like he said.  I’m going to tell him how wet I am just talking about it.  I don’t know how he’ll react, but I do know he’ll get rock hard and hopefully some cute girl gets to fuck that huge dick afterwards, but I also hope that one day we get the chance to talk about it more and who knows maybe relive that moment and enjoy it as experienced adults.

(Please tell us all about your brother’s reaction when you tell him!)
Behind The Scenes 3 (17/21)

Author’s note: I know this one is shorter than usual, sorry about that. Sorry for any errors.

Word count: 2192

Genre: angst?drama? idk (Suga, Jhope, Jungkook)

City: Singapore (Day 3)

Summary: Suga and Jhope confront Y/n about her cutting them out.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

Now that you were back from the concert, Jungkook looked as tired as ever. In your opinion, it was his own fault for being so extra the entire time. Then again, he was probably just happy things were back to normal for the two of you. The whole day before the performance was filled with his non-stop attention to make up for the day you were not speaking to him.

You wanted to see the smile back on his face so you told him a few nice words. “You guys did great today, you especially!” you smiled.

“Well, thank you for noticing.” A bit of life now back in his face.

“You seem extra tired right now, you should take a shower first.” You said.

A smirk grew on his face and he stepped closer to you. “Ok, but how about you join me?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “How about no!”

Jungkook laughed at the rejection. He wanted to keep going, but he held himself back, he knew better than to push things with you. “Well, if you change your mind, feel free to just hop in.” He walked over to his suitcase and began rummaging through it for his sleep clothes.

Oddly enough, there was a knock at the door that surprised the both of you.

“I’ll get it.” you offered and walked over to see who it was.

You looked through the peephole to see Suga and Jhope standing out in the hallway looking like lost and tired puppies. When you opened the door, they jumped up and turned to you with much urgency.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” Suga blurted out

You looked between the two of them blankly, still not wanting to talk to them. You slowly closed the door, but Jhope desperately threw his foot in its path and kept it from closing.

“Y/n.” Suga said in a soft voice. “You promised me that’d we’d talk later, now it’s later.”

He was right. You kept up with the whole silent treatment going on for long enough. Without a word, you walked back in to the room, leaving the door open so they can follow you inside. “Who was at the door, ba-“ Jungkook’s words stopped when he looked up from his suitcase and saw Suga and Jhope step into the room. “Hm? What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to have a talk with y/n.” Jhope answered.

Jungkook looked at you as your eyes wandered around the room. He came up to you and whispered, “Jimin told me everything. Are you cool with this?”

You nodded. “Just go take a shower.”

Jungkook let you all be. He walked past the three of you and to the bathroom. However, without anyone noticing, he only stayed by the restroom door and kept his eye on you as the conversation was about to begin.

“What do you guys want?” you asked.

Jhope looked over at Suga and Suga nodded that he could speak first. “Y/n, what did we do to you that you won’t speak to us?” Jhope asked.

You let out a heavy sigh, preparing for a lengthy explanation.

“Whatever we did, whatever I did, I’m sorry. We just don’t want you pushing us away like this.” Jhope added.

“… I don’t trust you guys.” you finally admitted.

The two of them looked confused and Suga was quick to get offended. “What do you mean you don’t trust us? We are your friends!”

“No, you’re not!” you raised your voice right back at him.

“Of course we’re your friends! How could you say that?!?” Jhope was confused more than anything.

You scoffed at him. “Then it doesn’t come off that way. It hasn’t in a long time!”

“What do you mean?” Suga asked.

You could feel your eyes stinging a bit at just the thought of what you were going to say, but you did your best to kept yourself at bay. “For months the both of you have been brushing me off! I’m always last for you two! You never pay attention to me cuz you were both too busy getting drunk or high, o-or when you were both lying to Aiko and Mei-hui! There was never any time for me, not even when I need you guys!”

“What are you talking about?” Suga snapped. “We have been by your side since the beginning! We have always been looking out for you!”

“But what about now?!?” your voice cracked a bit. “I need you guys now too!”

They both stayed quiet for a moment. “But we have been trying to talk to you! You were the one that was pushing us away!” Suga retorted.

“You only came to me when you were done with everything else. I was never a priority! It took you guys a few days to even realize that I wasn’t talking to either of you! Did you guys know what happened back in Beijing? Namjoon got after me and almost gave me a concussion cuz it looked like I was having “too much fun” on Jungkook’s birthday outing! Afterwards, I was scared and crying so Jungkook went to get one of you guys, but neither of you weren’t able to talk let alone be there for me!”

Both of them stayed quiet.

“Yoongi!” you finally used Suga’s real name. “Remember that little deal you made with Hiro? Big surprise, it didn’t work!” you whimpered. “Back in Os- in… in Osaka, Jimin and I were locked in the room with him! It was between me and Jimin and he came after me first!  H-h-he told me he didn’t care about the stupid money! He was going to take me if he wanted to! If-If it wasn’t for Ji-Jimin, who knows what he would have done to me!”

With tears in his eyes, Jhope asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell us? You still could have come talk to us about it…”

“Don’t say we weren’t there for you y/n! How could we have known any of this if you never said anything?!?” Suga said.

“You could have come to my room and come talk to me like before! You guys never came anymore and when I’d talk to you guys you were always on your fucking phones! It was always Mei-hui this and Aiko that! Both of you doing just as that monster told you, but what about me?!?”

“We had to!” Suga raised his voice a bit. “All this Aiko and Mei-hui stuff was for Namjoon, yeah, but it was also a way to protect you!”

“No!” you yelled. “No, no, no!” you were losing control of your voice again. “Don’t give me that bullshit! I was supposed to be the mule! Me! It was never supposed to be anyone else, but you went and opened your fucking mouth and made him change his mind! Plus, the whole reason I was supposed to be the mule in the first place is so that Hoseok can keep his fucking pills! Everything revolves around those damn fucking pills and I’m sick of it!”

Jhope lowered his head, but Suga kept at it. “I wasn’t gonna put you through having to be the mule for the whole tour! I wasn’t gonna risk anything happening to you or you getting hurt from it!” He insisted as he took a step towards you.

“So it was better to get six other girls instead?!?” you fought back.

“We care about you y/n! I care about you! At the end of the day, they were random girls, what mattered to me was that you were okay and that Namjoon got what he wanted so he wouldn’t use you against us!”

Suga’s words disgusted you. “Fuck you!” you shouted. “Don’t you hear the sick shit that’s coming out of your mouth?!?”. Your eyes shot between the two of them. Jhope had stray tears rolling down his face, while Suga fought to keep his composure. “Both of you make me sick!” you spat. “Back before the tour there was a time that I really needed you guys.” you paused to clear your throat. “I was really lonely and I felt abandoned cuz it was months s-since you guys had even snuck into my room to talk to me…” your voice began to falter, but you tried hard to keep speaking. “This was before anything had happened with Hiro and I just needed a friend. I wasn’t close to Tae or Jungkook or Jimin yet, so I looked for you guys.” you let out an ironic chuckle just thinking back to that day. You felt so stupid that at one point you felt Suga or Jhope could be there for you. “I wanted someone to vent to so I went to Hoseok’s room, but as usual, he was as high as a fucking kite!” you glared had shift from Jhope to Suga. “So I went to your room Yoongi. And no surprise, you were as wasted as can be! Stupid me stayed in your room though. I was that desperate to talk to one of my “friends”.” You studied their faces and they both looked so lost, as if you were speaking a different language. “And you wanna know what happened? You fucking kissed me because you thought I was Aiko!

“Huh? I don’t remember that!” Suga said quietly to himself, a perplexed look stayed on his face as you continued to yell at them.

“You should have heard the things you were saying that night! I know you cared about her so don’t fucking tell me she was just “some random girl” or that you were just “following orders”. I started off as just some random girl! What makes me any different from the rest of them?!? Mei-hui, Aiko, Eunhee, Lailani, Chuntao and whoever the next girl is, they were all girls that trusted you guys and were manipulated!… I’ve been stuck with you guys for what feels like years now and I’ve seen all side of you guys and accepted it all… but this, this is something else entirely! My life is not worth the lives of six others!” you cried. “I should be the one that’s dead, not the rest of those girls! It should be my body lost somewhere!” your sobs grew louder and you could feel yourself getting lost in what you were originally trying to say. “I should be dead! I should have died a long time ago! You should have let him kill me!” you screamed. “I fucking hate my fucking life! I wish I was fucking dead! If I knew this was gonna happen, I would have gladly let Namjoon kill me!”

Both boys were now overfilled with guilt and were in tears just as you were. Jhope came up to you and hugged you. He was too distraught and didn’t realize how loud he was when he said. “No y/n! Please don’t say that! Please!”

You tried to push him off because he was basically screaming in your ear.

Suga was about to walk up to you and do the same when Jungkook appeared. He pushed passed Suga and pulled Jhope off you. “Both of you leave her alone!” he ordered.

“You shut the fuck up!” Suga shouted at Jungkook. “I’m tired of your ass always getting in between us and y/n. Mind your own damn business!” Suga shouted, pulling Jungkook away from the three of you.

“It involves y/n, so it is my business!”

Suga could feel his emotions boiling. “Fuck you! You don’t mean anything to her!”

“I mean more to her than you do! You heard what she said, so both of you back off!” Jungkook said sternly, giving Suga’s shoulder a hard shove.

Suga clenched his jaw. “You’re one to talk! How many people are dead because of you, huh?” Suga got in his face and asked something he knew he would regret later, “Why don’t we ask Yoona?!?”

At just the sound of his ex’s name, a look of rage consumed Jungkook. “You fucking bastard!”. He pushed Suga hard to the wall. Jungkook charged at him, his fist drawn back to land a punch.

Suga ducked and Jungkook’s fist broke through the drywall. Suga tackled Jungkook at his core and pushed him all the way across the room and slamming him against the wall and causing a large portrait to be knocked down, shattering the glass table that was under it.

Jhope ran over to you and shielded you from the fight. “Guys! Stop!” he begged.

They didn’t listen and kept fighting. Jungkook shoved Suga off him and as Suga caught his balance, Jungkook landed a solid punch on his eye.

Suga stumbled and caught himself again, this time with the dresser and accidentally knocked the TV over in the process. Still seeing red, Jungkook attacked Suga with a series of punches, each one landed on Suga anywhere from the gut to the top of his head. Suga never had a chance to recover or fight back.

With all the fighting and the crying, no one noticed Rap monster step into the room until his voice boomed. “What the fucking is going on here?!?”

In that moment, Jungkook landed one last punch on Suga’s jaw and Suga fell to the floor unconscious.

Finals are coming up *screams into the abyss* so for any of you guys that also feel like they are drowning, I hope you don’t. *cries and crawls back to textbooks*

Letters to Bucky (Part 10)

Welcome Back to the Story! If You’re Missing a Chapter, Catch Up HERE!
Just a Quick Note– I think it is fairly obvious that Tony doesn’t really cope with tragedy well, internalizing his feelings and trying to distract from them with work and alcohol. So this update is exactly that. It was hard to write, and even though I hope it’s not hard to read, I do hope his grief and grieving comes through in my writing.

Amazing art by @latelierderiot for this chapter HERE.
Week One

To: Bucky
–I’m going to pretend like I’m not freaking out over you being MIA because me panicking won’t solve anything. So I’m just going to talk about regular things, because writing to you makes me feel somewhat connected.
–re:super soldier program. I have been working on designing prosthetics for the program. The below knee leg prosthetic is actually showing great promise. Reinforcing it to be borderline lethal when kicked out has been an interesting experiment. The balance between heavy enough to hurt but not too heavy to move is a hard one to achieve. I’m worried that the metal limb will actually have to be wired into the nerves of the thigh to be anything more than a battering ram. Of course that involves messing with soldiers brains and I just don’t know how I feel about that. Working on an arm as well right now, and I know without even starting that I’d have to Hotwire a Brain to make sure the arm is fully functioning. Scary stuff. The idea that some scientist out there is working on something like this terrifies me.
–I have to attend another charity dinner this evening. I feel like the last one we attended together was so much better than this one will be, but that’s mostly because i knew i was getting laid later that night. Tonight not so much.
–show back up on base so steve and I will stop worrying
–miss you

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Mentally Unstable

Pairing: Jensen x reader (platonic till the end), Jared x reader (platonic)

Trigger warnings: mental illness, slight depression, anger outburst, language, very little spn canon violence, self loathing (I guess. Basically the reader doesn’t like herself), bad traffic (yes that’s a warning), reader being bitchy

Word Count: 3131

Summary: You wake instantly knowing you are going to have one of your “bad” days meaning your emotions are going to be a mess. Sure enough angry outburst start your day when you nearly kick the crap out of a guy in traffic and nearly bit off Jared and Jensen’s heads. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like this will be going away any time soon. How are you supposed to keep it hidden from people who are practically your family and how will this affect the major scenes you must shoot? That’s right you are an actress on Supernatural, but can you keep your emotion in check long enough to get through the day?

A/N: Hey y’all first I want to say I have no fucking Idea where this came from. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s basically word vomit on a page because I had a really crappy day in which some of the things in the story actually happened to me. So, I guess writing some fluffy J2 helped me get over my shitty day. I also wrote the reader based off myself in a way because these emotional issues are ones I face and today was one of the “bad” days for me. Literally wrote this between the times of 8pm and 4am so there’s barely any editing done and I apologize for any mistakes. Its currently 4:30 and I have no ambition to check. Any who, I know I had more to say but I forget, oh well enjoy. P.S. This is my first RPF so be easy on me please. As always feedback is appreciated and wanted and hate will not be tolerated.

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Damn good.

Hii, I finally finished this story. It literally took me ages to write it but here it is! This is very smutty so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with stuff like that. This has not beed proofread so please forgive any mistakes.xxxx

It was a hard day. Work was almost overwhelming, people were annoying her and the fact that Harry had a long studio day and probably wouldn’t be home until the middle of the night made it even worse.
If she was being honest the whole week was hell for her. She had so many things to do at work right now, so many things that kept her in the office longer than usual. On top of that her coworkers were getting on her nerves and her boss made her do things she wasn’t even supposed to do.
And Harry wasn’t there. He was there, in the same city at least and he slept in the same bed as her but she never saw him. She had to leave every morning before he was awake and when she came home in the evening he wasn’t there yet because he seemed to spend his whole day in the studio.
It was frustrating and taking a toll on her. She noticed how her mood got worse every day, how she became snappy and impatient.
She needed Harry. She missed him.
She missed waking up to his soft kisses. She missed cuddling him. She missed talking to him. She even missed their occasional bickering.
But what she missed probably the most was sex. It’s been forever since they’ve had a intimate moment and she was craving him. She was craving his body on top of her, his hips rocking into hers and making her eyes roll back from all the pleasure she felt.
So she couldn’t help it when her hands started to wander south when she took a shower. She was spreading her shower gel on her skin, her hands rubbing over a few places a little longer than usual.
When she washed the bubbles away she couldn’t contain the soft moan that slipped past her lips when she held the shower head against her aching center. She couldn’t do that though. Harry hated it when she pleasured herself when he was home.

“Don’t want you to touch yourself. Not when I’m home. It’s my job, innit? My job to make you feel good, shouldn’t do it on your own when I’m here.”

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t here. Hasn’t been here the whole week.
So she kept the shower head in that position, the water hitting her pussy in the most perfect way and making her body tremble and her lips open in a ‘o’-shape.
It felt good. So fucking good. And she couldn’t stop. The water hit her clit so perfectly and made her feel so good that there was no way she could stop.
She was close already, the knot in her stomach growing tighter and tighter and making her muscles clench.
She was so caught up in her pleasure and being so loud that she didn’t even hear the bathroom door open. She also didn’t hear how someone took of their clothes. Or how someone pulled the shower curtain to the side right when she came. She almost screamed when her orgasm hit her, the waves of pleasure so intense that her body fell forward and she had to brace herself on the wall.
Harry watched all that from behind. He watched how her body shook and how her ass cheeks clenched together. He listened to every moan and shout that left her lips. And he already knew how her face looked in that moment, all scrunched up and almost looking like she was in pain but he knew it was the total opposite.
“Enjoying yourself, love?”
She dropped the shower head when she heard his raspy voice, the sound echoing through the walls of the bathroom. She turned around immediately, her cheeks a dark shade of pink and Harry wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the powerful orgasm she just had.
“H-Harry… I didn’t expect you home until the middle of the night.” her voice was full of panic.
“So you thought it would be a good idea to pleasure yourself?” he asked almost angrily.
He was standing in the shower now, towering over her smaller frame.
“Thought you were with another man when I came in. Heard your moans from downstairs, thought you were fucking someone else.”
He took another step forward, his hands reaching out and taking hold of her ass, pulling her soaked body to his roughly. She whimpered when she felt his naked skin against hers.
“Did it feel good, baby?“
She nodded shamefully, her cheeks still red from embarrassment.
“Better than when I touch you?”
“No.” she shook her head.
“Then why did you do it? Why didn’t you wait until I was home so I could do it properly?”
She only shrugged her shoulders, her eyes looking at the floor but that wasn’t good enough for Harry. He slapped her ass with both of his hands, the force making her jerk forward against his body and a low whine left her lips. He dug his fingers in her flesh afterwards, only so much to cause a tiny bit of a sting.
“Why did you do it?” he almost growled this time.
“Y-You weren’t there and this whole week was so shitty and I just needed a release and-”
“And you couldn’t wait until I was home.”
“I’m sorry.” she whispered.
“Sorry doesn’t help you now.”
She knew he wasn’t really angry, it was more his ego that she hurt. But if she was quite honest she didn’t care about his ego being hurt in that moment. The only thing she cared about was his naked body pressed against hers and his dick which was already beginning to get hard.
He bent down to pick up the shower head, the running water hitting his skin immediately and making it glisten which caused Y/N to whimper at the sight. He fumbled with it for a few moments until the water came out of it with more force.
Y/N looked at him with confusion when he just stood there for a moment, doing nothing. But the he grabbed her by her arm and spun her around, her back crashing against his chest. A surprised squeal escaped her lips at Harry’s rough action but it was soon replaced by a low moan when she felt his dick slipping between her thighs. Her hands reached down to touch him but before she could his voice stopped her.
“Don’t touch it.”
“Don’t. Touch. It.”
His free hand grabbed her right thigh, lifting it and making her foot plant on the step of their shower where countless bottles of sweet smelling products were situated.
His hand was reaching down between her legs then, cupping her center for a second before he spread her lips apart and immediately held the shower head so the water hit her clit directly.
She threw her head back, the back of it hitting Harry’s shoulder, and she moaned out loudly. Her hands reached up to wrap around Harry’s neck and he let her, groaning softly when she tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. She felt her muscles clenching at the intense pleasure the water made her feel against his cock, which was pressed right between her legs due to the position they were in and how hard he was.
He kept the shower head right in this position and his fingers right against her, spreading her apart. But when her moans got louder and her hips began to move he turned the water off.
“Harry!” she exclaimed and tugged harshly on his hair.
“Bed. Now.”
She turned around and looked at him incredulously.
“What? I’m all wet!”
“Well, I’d hope so.”
“N-no, I mean-”
Love.” he said warningly.
“You’re already in trouble. If I were you I’d behave now. Lay down on the bed.”
She looked at him for another moment and then sighed and made her way to the bedroom where she laid down on the bed how he wanted her to.
He came in ten seconds later, satisfied with how she wad laying there.
“You can be a good girl after all, hm?” he spoke while he walked over to her.
She was looking up at him, how he stood there in all his naked glory. She was amazed every time by how confident he was. He wasn’t ashamed to show of his body at all, not that there was anything to be ashamed of anyway. He was perfect. His face was perfect. His body was perfect. Everything about him was so perfect and so sexy. This man was pure sex. Which made it even worse that she didn’t have him all week.
He placed his knees on the bed, shuffling up until he was hovering over her. He leaned down until his chest met hers and his lips were brushing over hers.
“You know I don’t like it when you pleasure yourself.” he whispered against her lips.
“It’s my job.”
“I know and I’m so sorry but-”
He interrupted her with a hard kiss, her voice dying immediately. She gasped for air when he pulled away again.
“Didn’t say you could talk, did I?”
She was completely into the submissive role now, her head shaking no.
He pulled back from her body, sitting back to spread her legs for him. Under any different circumstances she would have shut them again immediately or covered herself but she didn’t because this was Harry. And Harry loved her body just as much as she loved his.
He moved so he was right between her legs and Y/N gasped when he took hold of his shaft, expecting him to thrust inside of her but who did she think he was. Of course he would tease her. He let his cock slip between her lips, thrusting his hips like he would if he would be inside of her. But he wasn’t.
A whine left her lips out of frustration and also pleasure because even though he wasn’t inside of her it still felt good.
“What, baby? What’re you whining for, hm?”
She looked at him with watery eyes, her lip wobbling with all the frustration that built up inside of her.
“You can say it, baby girl.”
“You’re cock, Harry. Want your cock.”
“But you already have it, baby.”
He kept on moving his hips, one hand placed on her lower stomach to press his cock more against her with his finger. He knew she was loosing her mind. He was making her loose her mind.
“W-want it inside of me.” she whimpered.
“Inside of you? Think you deserve that?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, knowing she didn’t deserve it.
“Please.” she pleaded.
He watched her for a moment before he shook his head.
“Turn around.”
She sighed but did what he said, turning on her stomach. She felt him spreading her legs apart. She turned her head to look at him but he shook his head and motioned with his hand for her to turn around. She sighed again but turned her head.
After a few moments she felt the head of Harry’s cock at her entrance, his tip slipping inside and not moving for a moment before he let himself fill her up completely, his hips snapping against hers. A relieved moan left Y/N’s lips when he was fully inside of her, the stretch burning so good inside of her.
She felt Harry leaning down, his chest meeting her back and one hand of his stroking her wet hair to the side so he could kiss around her shoulder.
“That’s what you wanted when you were in the shower?”
“Yes. Wanted your cock so bad.”
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“God, yes. It fills me up so perfectly. I wanted your cock so badly inside of me earlier. Missed it so much. Felt so… empty.”
Harry choked on his own breath when he heard that, his hips instantly starting to move. He rolled them against her, the movement making his cock slide back and forth between her slick walls that coated him with her arousal.
A intense moan sounded from Y/N immediately, her hands grabbing onto the sheets and her upper body lifting up, her elbows holding her up on the mattress.
Harry’s head dropped to her shoulder, his lips pressing countless kisses to her skin that was still slightly damp from the shower she took earlier.
“So good, baby. Feel so good for me.”
His fast movements made the bed move, the headboard hitting the wall over and over again with each roll of his hips. Y/N was a whimpering and moaning mess, the frustration of the week slowly subsiding now that she had him again.
“You want to come, hm? Can feel your pussy clenching around me.”
A choked ‘yes’ left her lips and Harry felt her getting closer and closer, her hips coming off the mattress each time Harry thrusted back in. Her body was starting to squirm, writhe underneath him and he knew that in a few short seconds she would come around him.
But he didn’t let her.
He pulled away from her right when she reached the edge, his cock escaping her tight pussy. He sat back on the bed and watched how she turned around quickly and released a frustrated shout, her hips squirming and lifting off the mattress in search for friction.
He calmed her down with stroking her cheek, a soft ‘shhh’ sounding from his lips.
“You’re okay, baby.”
“No. I’m not.” she whined.
“Shhh.” he made again and shuffled between her thighs, his hands spreading her legs apart.
He almost moaned when he looked down at where she was aching for him. Her skin was pink, glistening with wetness. Her hole was actually visible now, stretched from when his cock spread her walls.
Her hips lifted off the bed, searching for anything he would give her but he pressed her down, giving her a warning look. He settled himself between her legs so that he would be able to thrust inside her but he didn’t. Not yet.
He took hold of himself, his hand wrapping around his base. He let the tip of his cock slap against her pussy, something he learned she enjoyed quite a lot but maybe not right now.
He rammed himself inside of her when she screamed out for him, watching how her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs fell open for him completely.
He leaned down on her, his hands on either side of her head to hold him up.
“Want me to make you come?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Don’t know if I want to, though. Already had your orgasm today, right?”
“Please, Harry. I’m so sorry.”
And he almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
He began to fuck her again, his hips moving with a dazzling pace that made her toes curl. His cock massaged her walls in just the perfect way, rubbing over that one spot inside of her that made her scream and shout.
Her body began to squirm again, the pleasure overwhelming her. It always happened when he denied her her orgasm, her body writhing underneath him, her head rolling from side to side and her hands gripping onto the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her voice was getting louder too, her moans turning into screams.
She was getting close again, he felt it. And just like before he removed his body from hers just when she was about to reach her peak. A frustrated cry left her, a sob right afterwards. He looked down at her restless body, how she trashed around the bed. He almost gasped when he saw tears running down her face, thinking he went to far and did something wrong.
“Shh, baby. Hey, look at me.”
He held her face still between his hands, catching her watering eyes.
“You okay?”
“No! I-I just want you to make me come.”
“And I will. Needed to punish you for a bit, didn’t I?”
Her response was a wet sounding whimper, her eyes still producing frustrated tears.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
She did what he said, turning around with shaky limps, her arms and knees almost giving out when she was finally in the perfect position.
Harry leaned down and pressed a few kissed to her spine, his hands on her ass cheeks and spreading them apart so he could take a good look at her soaked pussy.
He couldn’t take it anymore himself, the sight alone of her could make him come immediately. He straightened himself up again and took hold of his shaft before he he pressed hisself into her to the hilt. She cried out when he filled her completely, her body jerking forward due to it’s sensitivity. He lifted her body up with his arms around her waist, making her back hit his chest. She grabbed onto his wrists, her nails boring into his skin. He began to pound her then, his hips moving so fast and so hard they created a filthy sound when they met her ass.
Y/N was screaming and moaning and sobbing, the control over her body completely gone. Harry was moaning and groaning too, right into her neck and his movements got harder and faster every single time.
She was close within a few short moments, her body trembling against his, every moan louder than the one before.
“D-Don’t pull out. P-please, let me come.” she whimpered out, her voice absolutely desperate.
His response was his wandering hand, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in hard circles. And she exploded. She screamed out, her body trashing against his and her pussy releasing a hot liquid that coated Harry’s cock and soaked his thighs. The harsh clenching of her pussy and the sight of her squirting made Harry come as well, deep inside of her and filling her up with his cum. She was still coming when Harry came down from his high, the waves of overwhelming pleasure wrecking her body and making her loose every ability to do anything but moan. It seemed like she couldn’t stop coming, the pleasure just kept on cursing through her body and the waves of her orgasm kept hitting her. Harry couldn’t stop moaning either, the constant squeezes of her pussy milking him of every drop.
When her body finally came down she fell against Harry completely, her whole body feeling like jelly. Her breathing was harsh, occasional whimpers and soft moans still leaving her lips.
Harry pulled out of her then but still held her against his body, making sure she wouldn’t fall to the side.
“You okay, my love?” he asked her gently with a kiss against her shoulder.
She responded with a whimper that sounded so broken and so wrecked that Harry almost felt guilty.
He lied her down on her back after a while, pulling the sheets over her still trembling body. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her breathing was still harsh, her chest heaving with every intake of air.
“That was the best orgasm I ever had.” she whispered when he lied down beside her.
He looked at her with a proud smirk, her eyes now half open.
“Seemed like it as well. Soaked my thighs, love.”
She blushed a bit at his words, the embarrassment clearly visible.
“I’m sorry about that. Don’t know what happened.”
“No reason to apologize. Was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’d say your boyfriend is a damn good fuck.” he grinned.
She chuckled and nodded, her Hand lifting to stroke his cheek.
“I’d say so as well.”