voice for horses

Context: my ranger elf stole a purple horse from someone and named it Barney, i was going to bring him to a wizard to enchant him to speak like Barney the dinosaur but instead chose the cheaper route of the black market.

DM: you bring your horse to the black market to enchant him to speak like barney. Role to see if your horse remains untampered with.

Me: *roles a nat one*

DM: your horse is now able to speak like Barney the dinosaur, but is now possessed by the spirit of a destructive demon, and whispers under his breath about mad cultists.

Me: if I say really fucked up shit in a Barney the Dinosaur voice whenever my horse talks can I have extra experience points?

DM: fuck yes.

Me: *in Barney voice* “I will sacrifice the gluttons of this realm’s innards to the unholy forces of my people.”

Party: *dying of laughter*

DM: *trying not to laugh* 100 experience.

I was standing in my yard and there was a pinkish-orange mini horse standing across the road, nibbling on a giant pile of sticks and leaves. I figured I should probably tell my mom there’s a horse just hanging around so I started walking toward the front door and suddenly, the horse was standing right in front of me. I reached forward to pet it on the nose and it growled “HUNGRY FOR HAND” in a really demonic horse voice. I couldn’t run or scream and then a few seconds later I woke up.

Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back! 

Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.

Wolfstar of course :)


Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.

He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t.  He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.

He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.

“Going out!”

“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”

Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”

“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”

James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”

He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”

James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”



The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.

The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.

It should be with him.

His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.

“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”

Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.

Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.

Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”

Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”

Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”

Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.

Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.

Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”

Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?

“No. ‘m not, why?”

When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.

“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.

“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”

Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.

“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”

Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”

Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”

Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.

“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.

Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.

“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.

Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”

“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”

“It’s July.”

Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”

Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”

Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”

Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”

“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.

Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have found out. Let me see.”

Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”

“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”

The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.

Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.

Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”

Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”

Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.

Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”

He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.

Not again. He decided. Not again.

“Remus.”

Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.

He took a step forward.

“It isn’t cufflinks.”

Remus let out a breath, “No?”

“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”

“You couldn’t have known-“

“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.

“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.

“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“

But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.

He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.

And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.

Character A is injured. Character B is still listed as their emergency contact.



“So, anyway, I drove about, I don’t know, four hours? Yeah, four I think it was to get the teacup pig- I mean who wouldn’t want a teacup pig, right?”

The girl- Nicole, Lily had said- stared much to excitedly at Sirius from across the restaurant table. Lily must have been joking when she said they would get on. She had to have been joking.

Sirius tried for a smile, “Uh. Yeah, right.”

The girl let out a shriek, “Right! I mean, it was a bit sketchy, honestly. The woman didn’t even ask my name. But I got the pig so, whatever, right?”

Nicole reached for her water, eyes trained expectantly on Sirius.

“I-“ Sirius had nothing, absolutely nothing to say. “Right…”

Nicole offered a slightly less enthusiastic, more uncomfortable smile, “Okay, maybe not everyone wants a teacup pig then… Whatever.”

Sirius had just enough mind to feel slightly guilty for not playing into the story a little more, when his phone rang.

He didn’t even try to feel guilty for the relief that flooded through him at the sound.

That had to be Lily calling him to tell him it was all a joke and that he was the most gullible person on this planet. Please be Lily. He dug into his coat pocket.

“Hello?”

Faded sirens filled his ear, then the voice of a woman.

“Hello, is this Mr. Sirius Black?”

Sirius’ brow knit, and he held up a finger to Nicole who seemed to be having trouble getting her pasta noodles to stay on her fork and payed him no mind.

“Yes.” He said as he closed the restaurant door, wrapping an arm around himself and his thin sweater against the cold. He tried to push down the worry in his chest at the formal tones, “Yeah, speaking.”

“Mr. Black, I’m calling from Mercy Hospital on behalf of Remus Lupin. Unfortunately, there has been an accident…”

A ringing made its way up from Sirius’ heart into his ears, chilling him. Accident. It was like he was now listening to the world through cotton.

Remus. In an accident. Sirius’ heart beat against his skull. Remus who he hadn’t stopped thinking about for months. Remus who he hadn’t seen for months.

An accident an accidentanaccident.

Hospital

An accident

“Remus…”

Sirius brought a hand up to his mouth, stomach churning.

“Mr. Black? Mr. Black, are you there-“

“Yes. Yes, I-“ He pressed the hand over his eyes, “What- is he-” His voice sounded much too horse, like he’d been shouting. Please tell me he’s okay.

“I wasn’t on call sir, I’m afraid I don’t know the details. ”

Sirius closed his eyes, hand dropping to the brick wall. He felt like he was holding himself together, “Right. Right.”A thought occurred to him, “Wait.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you- I mean, why did you call me? I don’t..” Why not James? Lily? His parents?

“Well, you’re his emergency contact, so…”

Emergency contact? Sirius’ heart sped up, fear combining with the lingering longing for Remus he’d been trying to suppress to a simmer for what felt like forever. It flared up, burning a hole in his chest through and through. Despite the fact that Remus had probably just forgotten about it, Sirius’ heart warmed.

“Right. Thank you. Thanks, I’ll be- in a bit.” He shook his head, he wasn’t making sense.

He didn’t even think he made eye contact with Nicole when he grabbed his jacket and threw (probably too much) money onto the table.

Remus.

It was the only thing going through his mind.


The cabbie tried to talk to him on the ride there but he either didn’t hear the words or doesn’t remember what he said. The city lights were streaks of color in his eyes, and they stayed streaks when the cab stopped moving. He tripped on the curve. It was wet, and red and blue ambulance lights reflected in the puddled yellow surface. When had it started to rain? Sirius saw the sirens but heard only his own breath. The doors opened by themselves and he nearly tripped again. Everything was too white now.

“Remus.” He gasped at the woman behind the desk. He wiped wet hair from his forehead, leaning heavily against the counter, “Remus.”

She obviously recognized him from their phone call not moments before. She got up, motioning for him to follow through another set of doors that opened by themselves. His eyes told him she had started talking to, his ears didn’t.

She stopped outside of a room. 221. This door didn’t open by itself and Sirius was left, hands pressed to the hard wood and face alined with the small window. His heart went to his throat, his stomach into knots.

The scene wasn’t chaotic, but it wasn’t peaceful either. Sirius’ breath fogged up the glass and Remus momentarily looked as if he were asleep on a cloud, not a hospital bed. The sight was angelic and disturbing; it looked too far away. Sirius pushed open the door, wiping the glass as he did and Remus was back in the hospital bed and much, much closer. Panic threatened to simmer up again.

Sirius expected to feel out of place. He expected to feel as if someone else should be here. Remus would want someone else here. Right? But he didn’t. He felt just as draw to Remus now as he had any other day, maybe even more so with the whites of the hospital making him look pale and delicate.

“Drunk driver.”

Sirius jumped at the voice from behind him and turned to see the nurse from the phone flipping through Remus’ chart. She glanced up at him, then nodded her head to Remus, “He’s very lucky, you know.”

Sirius looked at her, then back to Remus with his slowly purpling eye, his bloodied lip, the IV and white bandage striped across his shoulder like a seatbelt.

“Lucky..” He breathed.

The nurse closed it with a clatter, hanging it back on the bed end, “Lucky. To be alive. To have someone come running at a moment’s notice. Honestly, what was that, five minutes?”

Sirius blinked at her. He didn’t know how long it had been.

She just smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. I’d still stay though. It’s good to have a familiar face around when they wake up.”

Even one they probably hate?

Sirius almost voiced this question, when he realized he had been left alone, door swinging shut behind her. Left alone to stare at Remus’ slowly breathing form on the bed.

Guilt washed through him in sudden, powerful waves.

If I hadn’t let you walk out would you still be in here?

Sirius took a breath and it shuttered its way through him. That was stupid. It had been months ago. There’s no way of knowing…

“Fuck.” He breathed, shuffling a little and looking around. He thought about sitting on the bed, but he wasn’t sure what Remus would do- how he would feel- when he woke up, and he didn’t think close proximity was the best way to find out. He pulled at the stool by the wall instead, wincing when it scraped against the tiles much louder than he had anticipated. He picked it up, placing it next to the bed carefully. He sat awkwardly and straight.

He might have sat there for hours, might have been minutes. Time passed sluggishly, then seemed to speed up, then slow again. His eyes slipped closed, he slumped forward onto the bed, just as dawn was filtering through the blinds and casting lines of warm light across Remus’ face.

Be okay. Sirius said it even in his dreams. Please be okay.

He woke up to a light tapping at his shoulder, long fingers shaking gently. It took him seconds to remember where he was and he sat up too fast, straining his neck.

“Fuck- Remus-“ His eyes went right to Remus, eyes roaming his face, searching for any alarming reasons for Remus to be waking him.

Perhaps the most alarming part of that search was that Remus didn’t look alarmed at all. Or that his hand had slid down Sirius’ shoulder and into his palm. Or that his fingers were gripping Sirius’.

Sirius stared at their hands for a moment, before slowly looping his fingers around Remus’ too, “Remus…”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just looked at their hands too. His eye was fully swollen now, cheek pushing it closed a little, but his lip looked slightly better. The bandage on his chest was clean so Sirius guessed that was good. And Remus just sat there, holding his hand. Sirius’ heart beat. He was utterly helpless against the feeling of Remus’ cool fingers, so utterly helpless.

“Before I blacked out,” Remus’ voice was barely there. He coughed weakly, but shook his head when he saw Sirius eye the cup of water on the bedside table.

“Before I blacked out,” he began again, eyes moving back to their hands, “I was thinking about you.”

Sirius was so, so helpless, “Re…”

“I was hoping they’d call you. I couldn’t remember if..” He coughed again, and this time Sirius took matters into his own hands, holding the cup out. When Remus didn’t take it, he raised it to Remus’ lips, but Remus covered the top, shaking his head, “I was coming to you-“ Another coughing fit but Sirius barely heard it this time.

I was coming to you.

Sirius stared at Remus, wide-eyed. He felt his heart frantically trying to keep up with his lungs, “God, Remus. God, if something had really gone wrong, if you-“

“I’m not-“ He cut himself off again and Sirius sighed.

“For fuck sake, drink.” He didn’t let Remus refuse this time.

When Remus had drained half the glass he let his head fall back against his pillows, eyes staying on Sirius, and hand gripping tighter, “I’m not blaming you. I’m not, Sirius, listen to me. Jesus.”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He pressed his lips to Remus’ knuckles, encasing the chilly hand in both of his own. If something had happened if something had happened his mind kept replaying. He would had never known. You would’ve never got the chance to tell him.

Remus’ eyes flutter at the small gesture and he sighs, “I missed you. God, I’ve missed you so much, Pads, and look, look what happened. We can’t-“ Sirius hears the heart monitor pick up and he shifts onto the edge of the bed, hand pushing through Remus’ hair, trying to calm him.

“We can’t waste a day.” Remus’ eyes are pleading and golden in the dawn light. He breathes for a second, turning his face into Sirius’ palm, “I can’t spend another day. Not like this. Not without you. Anything can happen at any time and- and if something happened and I didn’t have you-“ The monitor starts to pick up again and Remus’ chest is heaving against the bandages and Sirius does the only thing he can think of.

He kisses Remus. It’s soft, and more on the corner of his mouth than anything, to avoid his injury, but its like he can breathe again. His thumb runs along his jaw as he pulls away, forehead against forehead,

“Take it easy love, okay? You don’t have to spend-“ He closes his eyes, “Fuck, Re. Fuck, if you’ll have me you never have to spend another fucking second without me. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t leave your side. I’d never…” Sirius just shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Remus’ forehead, “Okay?”

Remus’ eyes are hooded and sleepy when Sirius looks back to him, but he’s smiling. A smile Sirius knows is reserved just for him, and one he hasn’t seen in a lifetime.

Sirius’ thumbs lightly over the swollen part of Remus’ lip, “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? I- fucking hell, Re-“ His voice breaks at the end and he can’t continue.

“I know.” Sirius’ can feel the heart monitor on Remus’ finger press into his cheek, “I was scared too.”

Fries, Wine, and Bubble Bath

A little CS honeymoon fic, inspired by Jen, the queen of our ship.

Rated M. Also on ao3

She dips her fingers in the water to test the temperature. Nearly scalding, just how she likes it.

“You know,” Killian murmurs sidling up behind her, wearing nothing but his boxers, pressing himself against her from head to toe and wrapping his arm around her front, tangling his fingers in the ties of her robe. “This has to be one of my favorite things about your realm.”

“What? Did you not have robes in the Enchanted Forrest?”

Maybe if she thought a little harder, she would have realized that wasn’t what he was talking about. But he always comments on how much he fancies this realms fashions, especially the undergarments. And her brain has been thoroughly jumbled by their earlier activities so she doesn’t beat herself up too hard for the comment.

“No, love,” he chuckles into her throat, sending a shiver down her spine, nosing at the fabric of his robe against her shoulder. “The water faucet. Bathing was such a tiring affair, especially aboard the Jolly, heating the water and transferring it. It’s magical to be able to simply turn a nob until you’re satisfied. And there was nothing nearly as delightful as these bubbles.”

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Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase


It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!

Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!

Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!

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#17: I Get Jealous**

The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted, hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.

His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows expressively.

“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern, but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.

He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to lie between her legs.

Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene, Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.

Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her other types away on her phone.

“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”

“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand over his hair, and that has him annoyed.

He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin, snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.

“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands, please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.

“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.

“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left pouty and curious.

“One second.” She says, smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts, as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.

Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.

“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up at her.

“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip against her skin.

Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to match her eye-level.

“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”

Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.

Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”

“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify the serious demeanor.

“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods her head from side to side, telling him.

Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or two for Jenna?”

He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to open her Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone towards her. “How does he look like?”

Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in person.”

Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her with his eyebrows raised.

“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then, rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the other side.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.

“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms under the pillow.

Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face, she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear there’s something burning in here.”

Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her behind before swatting a tight hand against it.

She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her.  She chuckles, bringing her face close to him, and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing slowly.

They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg winding around his hip, pressing close.

“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m not letting you.”

**

Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.

Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.

He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants, hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.

Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.

“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away, Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.

“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.

Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything. It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off, and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.

Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then sugar from the drawers.

“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get free?”

Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.

“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be through at around 4.”

“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate hand on her back, as they kiss.

“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.

Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”

**

It’s  4:15 when Harry reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging inside the building.

Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog increases.

“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.

Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug, Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on her temple as the guy approaches them.

“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.

Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you, man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.

Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”

Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with, sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”

Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no, thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”

Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy runs up to their direction.

“Daddy!”  The little boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.

“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”

Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind, holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching him, kissing his lips in greeting.

“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.

Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end up talking for a full hour.

“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.” Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.

Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.

**

“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.

“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me-“

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.

“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.

“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.

Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought him?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and cheek.”

Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would go this far, oh, dear.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on purpose?”

Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone. “Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.

Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”

He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior. She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after him.

“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from the back.

“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so affected, you don’t understand.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around. “Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She says, a crisp in her voice.

“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed at her cussedness.

They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.

The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and more. But nothing seems to occur.

At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends, moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their choice.

Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of course hesitant in approaching.

Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills everything to Glenne.

“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”

Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.

The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing something to Glenne that has them giggling.

The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s giving him a look.

“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”

Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“

“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy. He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.

Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”

Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”

Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N, smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you. Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding at her friend.

Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.

Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans. Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.

“Beer?”

She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid, bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so, awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He doesn’t like being rejected.

He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer can for half an hour.

Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat, leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry to sought this out without any distractions.

Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.

Well then, it’s out.

She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark, otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.

Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his, pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.

“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.

“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he boldly gets up, walking away.

Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one, the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.

Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes expressionless.

“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back, obediently.

Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.

“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her confidence faltering.

“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games, but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”

Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”

This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.

She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely pumping to see him this way.

He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead forming creases.

Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling him towards her by a grip on his shirt.

He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.

“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about telling the whole world.”

He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to look at him.

“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up, running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and red from the exertion of anger.

She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away, wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.

She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”

Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against his chest, body shut close like they’re one.

Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.

His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while his knee rubs against her.

Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.” Can I say something?”

“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up, slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.

“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder, baby. You know where to hit it.”

Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.

Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark and lustrous.

“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage, this desperation, for me?”

Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.

“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips biting in anticipation.

His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard, looking at her face for approval.

She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”

Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her, hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.

They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another, heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.

Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes, setting them in place.

Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs. “It really did hurt me.”  She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes his head.

“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her back again but in a much playful manner.

“Mhm, I love ya.”

“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.

Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”  

Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.

“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in his hand.

Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of yours.”

He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at her.

“How?” She widens her eyes like a curious pupil.

“Let’s get home, I’ll teach ya.”


MASTERLIST

harrystylesisbae  asked:

Harry #15 and/or 22 PLEASE! :)

15) “Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me”

I kiss my way down his jaw and neck, slowly making my way down to his chest. I poke my tongue out and drag it down the abs that he’s worked so hard to maintain. After leaving a trail of wet kisses, I finally make it to his boxers, pulling them down at a teasingly slow pace. I’m already fully naked and on full display, which is probably a reason why he’s practically begging for me to “Do something”. I’m not in the mood for foreplay tonight, I’m getting straight to the good part.

He’s been testing me all night with all that talk about his ex and how she was such a screamer in bed. He knew it would piss me off and that we would end up here; he had it all planned out. I tried to beat him at his own game and just ignore it but when he started telling me about the time they got kicked out of a hotel room for being too loud, I lost it.

I climb back up his sweaty body, pressing down on his chest with one hand and gripping his member with my other one. I swipe my thumb over the head to spread his sticky pre-cum along his shaft. His teeth are sinking into his lower lip, eyes fluttering as I work my hand to get him slick enough for me. I can feel my juices dropping down my thigh already so I know that this is gonna be a slippery adventure. This isn’t about getting myself off, though. This is about getting him to forget about his past sexcapdes and to look forward to some new ones, with me.

I sit up, lining his tip up with my core, and slowly sink down on him. “Fuck” he groans, his hands flying straight to my hips to guide me. I ride him slow, I know he likes that but then it hits me…he sat there and tortured me with all that ex talk so maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t be getting pampered just yet.

Just as I’m thinking up ways to make this agonizingly hard for him, his phone rings. His head turns to the bedside table, where it is, and then back to me as if he’s asking for permission. I, still sliding up and down on him, nod for him to answer. He takes a deep breath to compose himself and picks up the phone.

“H-Hello” he struggles. I can’t hear what the person is saying at all but I’m enjoying the idea of it being about something important. I’m enjoying the fact that his mouth his hanging open and his head is thrown back as he tries to contain his moans. This is my opportunity to get back at him. I reposition my legs so that I’m properly squatting over his dick and I start bouncing as fast as my body will let me.

“Oh! Ohh!” He’s panting and groaning, not caring about the person on the other line.

“Hold on a..fuck a s-second please” he chokes out before putting the call on mute. He lays the phone on his chest and looks up at me. All I can focus on is the sweat dripping down his temples and the way his Adam’s apple is bobbing as he breathes heavily.

“Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me” he says, his voice horse and strained. I roll my eyes before leaning down and kissing him deeply, I tease his tongue with my own and then pull away; I slow down a bit. He looks down at where we’re connected and it must have done something to him because it made him growl. It was a frustrated growl, almost like he almost came just by watching himself slide in and out of me. He cleared his throat and picked up the phone again, taking himself off of mute.

“I’m here” he greets. He continues to listen to the person and I decide take it up a notch by clenching around his thick cock. I’ll admit, he’s holding up pretty well, he’s keeping his composure.

I can tell he’s close by the way he occasionally stills my hips and breathes for a few seconds before letting me start again. I work him until I see him lose control. He puts the phone on speaker and puts it back on the night table. His hands find my ass as he throws his head back once more, this time he doesn’t hold his moans in.

“Fuck yes baby ahh” he hisses. “I’m cumming..fuck”

I can’t help but laugh at him. The person on the phone stops talking and hangs up, making me laugh even harder. He’s moaning and laughing; it’s strange and looks painful but I’m glad that he finds this all funny, too. I ride him through his high, milking him until I feel his hot spurts stop.

He’s panting below me, eyes still closed. “I fucking hate you” he chuckles. “That was-….that was Ben” he finished, finally opening his, now sleepy looking, eyes.

I gasp. I had no idea it was someone that I’d see a lot! I would’ve never done this if I knew it was sweet, little Ben Winston!

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okay i got this ask like ages ago but i loved it so much i just hoarded it until now so to anon: im sorry i mean youve probably forgotten that you even sent me this but thank you so much for sending it

(also special thanks to @writers-haven for helping me figure all this out! i lov u)

anonymous asked:

AU where the Heathers are very nice and courteous people who own and maintain a literal candy store. everyone keeps telling them that their song about it sounds kinda foreboding and they say they'll consider changing it but they always forget

omg i love it

*heather chandler voice* honey whatcha waitin’ for, step into my candy store, time for you to prove you’re not a lame-ass any more

*heather mcnamara voice* heather this is an awfully aggressive marketing campaign

I just had the idea of the paladins learning that Keith is from Texas and Lance saying in a deadpan, serious voice “Save a horse; ride a cowboy”.
Pidge looking horrified. Hunk being 200% done with Lance’s shit. And Shiro just loosing his mind laughing. Like full of tears in the eyes, every time he calms down he looks at Lance or Keith and just starts cracking up again.
It’s two in the morning. Sue me.

5

Derek x Reader

Warnings: talks about sex, jealous Derek, first time, sex, smut

Requested By Anon


Derek glanced up when you shuffled into his loft, he was surprised to see you’d come alone, normally if he so much as looked at you he’d have you caving into a giddy blushing mess. He knew exactly why you acted that way, the scent of it clung to you, driving the wolves insane but they resisted you.

You didn’t mean to have the deliciously obsessive scent and no one wanted to be the first one to point it out. He watched as you stopped in the middle of his living room and glanced at the door as if you were having second thoughts about being there.

 

“You alright?” He asked finally and you jumped when he stepped into the dim light.

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