you can see the red in his hair

One morning Sirius Black saunters into the Great Hall with his hair in a bun and tie loose as can be. And he plonks himself down at the table and everyone just stares. 

Because his neck is covered in hickeys. 

And he’s all grins and showing them off like nobodies business.

And all the girls in the Hall are eyeing each other up like ‘Which one of you bitches got to do that? Fuck you why wasn’t it me…’

McGoangall just stares for second before averting her eyes. She can’t think of any rules he’s broken but Jesus Christ should that be allowed?

And James walks in, hand combing through his hair before he see. And he just raises he eyebrow and smiles.

‘Merlin Remus, get a bit carried away did we?’

And Remus is just siting there, red as tomato, wanting to die because it’s so embarrassing and someone is laughing oh no.. 

But secretly he is really fucking pleased with himself. Like, damn. I did that.


I don’t know man.. Wolfstar with hickeys just makes me happy.

how bts are in bed

Jin: Vanilla, vanilla, and more vanilla. Still open to venturing out into freakier things for you if you want. Romantic. Loves giving oral. Gentle, slow, intimate love making. Rose petals. Body worship. Likes morning sex and sex late at night in candlelight. Loves when you wear lace.

Yoongi: Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think Yoongi is lazy in bed. Dominant. Likes doggystyle. LOVES getting his dick sucked. Isn’t very vocal aside from a few grunts and small dirty whispers. Loves you in red/black. Knee socks. Blindfolds you. His fingers in your mouth after he fingers you. Orgasm denial. Light choking. Spontaneous sex. Make up sex. 

Hoseok: THIS BOY. This boy. So adventurous, he’ll do almost anything if you’re down. Energetic. Hair pulling. FAST AS FUCK BOI. but he can also be slow and sweet. over-stimulation ! as ! fuck ! handcuffs. lowkey got a daddy kink. likes to see your eyes when you doin it so its more emotional. “you like that baby?” VOCAL AS SHIT. biting and scratching (receiving). loves when you praise him. 

Namjoon: DADDY AS FUCK. light bdsm. loves when you wear garter belts, all black, fishnets. gags. will try and let you be dominant but will always eventually be the dominant one. spanking. bondage. punishment. orgasm denial. likes to brag about his sex life. sex in odd places, not always in the bed. loves kissing and biting your inner thighs. likes when you ride him. an ass guy. 

Jimin: likes when you’re in control. LOVES being praised. Likes it when you wear soft, light lace. likes to be blindfolded or tied up. loves oral, giving and receiving. covers you in hickeys. really good at hitting that certain spot. kisses every single inch of your body. often wakes you up with sex. loves receiving body worship. small muffled moans. “fuck fuck fuck” when he cums. lazy sunday morning sex. 

Taehyung: a switch. can be dominant and submissive. kinda a freak but he’s shy about it. loves a view of your ass. heavy panting and low moans. his eyes roll back into his head a lot. might crack jokes to see you smile.kisses and licks you up and down. loves playing with your nipples. its more about pleasuring you than him, he loves seeing you squirm in pleasure. loves when you say his name. intimate positions. likes when you wear his clothes after. “kiss me.” a big snuggle bunny when you’re done.

Jungkook: really shy at first but after a while gets more confident. constantly asks if you’re okay with what he’s doing. so. much. cursing. likes it fast. hair pulling, neck kissing. praises you. constantly tells you that you’re beautiful. sloppy kissing with lip biting. loves when you leave scratches on his back. lightly dominant. spanking. always makes you cum first.

hugealienpie  asked:

I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.

Ooh, this is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background, what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay” headcanon.

But here is a small fic that is only half based on the above…

Ford double checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played Johanna in Sweeney.

“So, who was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.

“Wicks. But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”

Ford makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.

Ford double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.

“I’ve left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey nicknames, “off the rooming list.”

“Oh, that. Nah, you’re good.” Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re playing up there.”

“Boyfriend?” Ford double-checks.

“Yeah. He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”

“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an entire afternoon’s worth of work.”

“Right,” Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”

“Excuse you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.

Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”

Ford takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming list against the team names. All accept Eric.

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See Yeh Break

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which you become well acquainted with Harry’s thigh.

Request? Yes:

riding harrys leg on a balacony overlooking the aegean on a sunny july day

THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING PLEASE

Author’s note: The beginning turned all mushy? Idk what that’s about (Yes I do. It’s because I’m fucking whipped for mushy Harry.) but if the transition seems sudden, whooops. :)


This vacation is an absolute blessing. A week away from the madness and noise of fans and paps and meetings. From the moment the two of you arrived to your private little getaway on the coast, Harry’s been warm and relaxed, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

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The fallen

Some say that the trees whisper their names. That you can hear their fading laughter on the wind.

Footprints sometimes appear in the moist grass or mud and their steps echo through the halls.

The paintings on the wall tip their hats to the shadows dancing through the corridors and a cooling breeze gently caresses the curtains.

On photos you think you see a third person but they quickly disappear after a second look.

Sometimes the couch is still warm from someone else sitting on it , even though it’s three in the morning. And the house elves sometimes talk and wave at thin air.

The professors might call you by the wrong name and suddenly they have to blink tears away but can’t fight the small but sad smile that flickers over their face.

Countless cats and owls without an owner wander the school and sleep on the abandoned desks in empty class rooms. And sometimes, they freeze, lift their head and cry out. Whining until someone picks them up and reassures them.

Still opened books are gathering dust in the library. Nobody could ever bring themselves to store them away.
But sometimes a light winds picks up a page and will turn it ever so gently.

And every year on may 2nd , when the sunlight hits the surface of the lake, you can see the backs of fifty six people standing side by side. Facing the sun. They shimmer in the air and their feet don’t touch the ground.

One of them has red hair and the pupils could have sworn that they have seen someone who looked just like him when they were shopping in Diagon Alley.

Next to him, a married couple. You can tell by the way they are holding each others hands. The woman has bright pink hair and her husband seems to radiate warmth and kindness.

Then there is this younger kid. A vintage camera in his small hand. He always tries to take a picture of the sun, but he has never managed to catch the right moment yet.

Next to him stands a blonde, pale girl with a rose ribbon in her hair. She always lays a hand onto the boys bony shoulder and squeezes it gently.

They are surrounded by fifty other people.
The pupils can never actually see their faces. Only their backs. Like a wall of light and warmth they stand united at the lake. Enjoying the sun. Protecting what is left.

And there at the end of the line. There is a man, standing on his own. He is wearing all black. It suits him in a bizarre way. He is yellowish and pale and has black hair. He never looks at the sun. Instead, he stands in the shadow of a tree. Watching the others.

It took years. But after nineteen winters the married couple flowed towards him, took his hand and pulled him to join the others.
To stand together by the water. Between the wild and the school.

As guardians.
As patrons.
As a promise.

Not another child would die on this ground. Not here. History might be written with blood, but not at a place of ink. Not at this school.

Not at hogwarts.
Not at home.

Because @jinlian inspires the best in me. Inspired by This Post

At 10 Yuuri sees Victor on the television for the first time. He sees an idol and someone he can look up too. He sees his love for skating in the flesh. 

At 13 he sees his friends decorating their rooms with posters of female actresses, singers, and models. His are covered by Victor’s latest senior debut. Someone points this out, and the laughter it gets from his classmates makes Yuuri red faced march down to the corner store and buy the first magazine with a female guitarist on the cover.

At 14 Yuuri wonders how Victor’s hair feels when you touch it. If the moisturizer that sponsors him really makes his skin as soft as it looks. If the lip gloss he favors on the ice really makes his lips so plump and-

At 14 Yuuri realizes why his posters sport Victor.

At 14 he rips down the female guitarist poster. 

At 16 he sprints down to the corner store for a special edition magazine interview by Victor. Where his still long hair blazes behind him while he’s frozen in motion. Across the top is, “Making History; Victor Nikiforov on coming out.” 

At 17 Yuuri holds his boyfriend’s hand in front of his parents during dinner. Mari teases him, his mother asks them a million questions, and Yuuri’s father cracks a joke about his haircut. It’s the same way they met Mari’s boyfriend. Yuuri’s heartbeat calms down some.

At 20 Yuuri comes out in a small interview where they ask about a girlfriend. Shaking his head he just said, “No, but I do have a boyfriend.” 

At 23 Yuuri meets his greatest love. Victor Nikiforov, of course, loves him back.

At 25 he marries him and cries his way through their vows. Victor is more beautiful sobbing out “I do” than any photoshop poster of him ever could be. 

At 26 his husband pulls a crumpled article from a scrapbook Yuuri had forgotten all about. They sit on their bed, their puppy sleeping with Victor’s slippers in it’s teething mouth, and open it to find an article with a 20 year old Victor on ice. Taped together from years of tear, inspirational quotes underlined, and the quote, “Someday I’ll meet someone who will love me for who I am. I don’t know who he is but, I can’t wait to meet him.” circled in heavy red sharpie. 

At 30 Victor makes good on a 10 years old dream. 

Butterfly


He’s reading as she flits around the room getting ready for bed, he hasn’t read in a long time and is determined to get most of it read tonight, back propped up a bit as his long legs are spread across the mattress. He pays her no mind as she buzzes around the room, gaze not leaving the page as she crawls into bed next to him. He’s completely immersed in the words till she begins unbuttoning his shirt just a bit more.


She had gotten bored cuddled next to him moving instead to lay between his legs her elbows resting carefully on his hips while slender fingers trace over the two little birds. She’s not doing it for attention it’s just something she likes to do, trace them, his tattoos running her finger along the lines trying to feel a difference that isn’t there. He sneaks a glance looking to her face under the book, she’s not smiling or frowning her cheek smushed a bit as she rests her head in her free hand, she looks content it makes Harry feel funny he likes this just being in each other’s company not needing anything more than the comforts of each other’s presence … little does he know …


He returns to the words hand faltering as he turns the page, her nimble fingers cold against his stomach as she unbuttons the rest pushing it away with featherlight touches, she’s going for the butterfly, it’s her favorite one, she’s told him plenty of times before, that and the ferns she especially likes to trace with both hands mirroring the movements of one with the other across the identical ink.


She starts with the antenna to the right tracing the outing ending with the left antenna before running her fingers along the details of the middle. She too caught up with her tracing she doesn’t notice him setting down the book after dog earring the page, keeping his hands at his sides, it’s not hard just letting her do her thing biting at his plush bottom lip watching her touch him like he was some kinda work of art. She traced a finger down dragging it in a lazy circle around his belly bottom before weaving it through the course hairs crowing his boxers. His breathing has picked up a bit, something about the moment making his head swirl and blood begin to relocate.


She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, starting at the rightmost part of the tattoo and tracing to the left, she feels it then as she shifts to have better access to the other branch, his growing cock, it’s been getting heavy and full with her touching, his lip is abused as he bites it to hold back the sounds. At the first feel she looks up at him shyly, “What’re yeh doin’ hmm?”


She looks back to where her finger is just starting the final tattoo, “I’m just touching you" she responds as her finger begins to move again. He doesn’t respond right away, letting her almost finish,


“Feels good”

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“Baby, please”

How about this;

You and Harry have been laying in bed all evening. You started with the Sun about to set, a beautiful purple painting on the walls, and now it’s completely dark. While the movies have been on, you have had your leg draped over Harry’s soft waist and your hand under his shirt resting on his tummy. Harry’s arm has been holding you close and his lips kissing the top of your head lovingly every now and then.


Now, you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, and feeling the pressure of his cock against your heat. You lean down to kiss him, first along his jaw and then teasingly just lightly his lips, but then he leans in and pulls you closer by the back of your head. Your lips move in sync with his and you can feel his lips curve up in a smile. As Harry tries catching a breath, he whimpers into the kiss. But nothing sexual.


Harry’s hands slide down your back and under your hoodie (well his hoodie that you stole), and he dances his fingers along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He fiddles with the back of your bra for a moment, and then moves to the front and cups your boob with his huge hand. You feel his cold rings against your hot skin. But still nothing sexual.


His hands slide down your sweatpants to your bum and massage it firmly, giving it a slap. Harry’s breaths become more shallow and quick, and a curly strand of hair falls on his face, but you tug it behind his ear. Harry starts shifting under you, the grip on your bum moves up to your hips and starts to guide you to grind against him. 


You pull away, which makes Harry stop his movements. His chest is rising up and down quickly, and you can see the need and the begging in his dark green eyes. His cherry red lips fall open, whimpering a quiet “Baby, please”, his voice cracking at the end.

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- you love it when he lets his bead grow up

- “you look so hot, and rough”

- watching him playing his guitar

- “babe can you film me playing the guitar for a sec”

- asking him to give you guitar lessons and totally sucking

- “it’s too hard!” “you’ve almost got it babe”

- kj would always mention you in everything, including interviews, he loves to brag.

- teasing him about his red hair, but secretly loving it

- never being able to be mad at you

- “god you’re so adorable”

- forehead kisses on forehead kisses

- late night cuddle sessions

- always takes you to see your favourite bands/artists when they tour near you

- constant banter

- “for the love of god- kj you just aren’t daddy”

- getting to meet the entire riverdale cast

- everyone would love you guys as a couple

- being his date to all his events

- having to third wheel whenever cole & kj were together

- you’re his princess

- going to set to visit kj

- whenever he was back with you he took you out every single weekend

- being silly/goofy together all the time

- constant facetimes when he’s away

- ass grabbing

- “kj! we’re in public” “baby i know you love it”

- barley any fights

- melting when he calls you baby girl

- kj constantly posting photos of you on his instagram and even on his story

- netflix all day

- make out sessions

- literally everything in your entire relationship in passionate

- spending as much time together as possible before he has to go back to work

- visiting new zealand with me

- “jeez it’s freezing!”

- cuddles on cuddles on cuddles

- long hugs

- borrowing (stealing) all of kj’s clothes

- watching him drool as you walk around in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts

- playing with his dog

- “you’re the cutest doggie in the world”

- jealous kj so much jealous kj

- “quit looking at my girl” “my girl?”

- teasing

- long kisses

- piggy backs when your feet start to ache

- pestering him to sing to you

- catching him recording you as you dance around in the bathroom

- over protective kj

- chill nights in

- going camping and turning your phones up and disconnect yourself from the world but not each other

- lots of disposable cameras

- laughing so much your stomach aches

- massages his head when he was trouble sleeping

- back scratches

- taking goofy pictures together and of each other

- “you’re such a dork”

- wakes up to cuddle you in the middle of the night when you wake up from a nightmare.

- watching riverdale with him and watching him make out with cami

- “is this awkward?” “nah i’m kinda jealous”

- going to coachella with him, the riverdale gang and he’s other guy friends

- “your girlfriends smoking” “shut it”

- constant present and surprises and not to mention flowers

- buying you a puppy so when your home and he isn’t you won’t be all alone.

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The Industry

Summary: Your high school sweetheart has a provocative career, of which you’re having a difficult time adjusting to. Pornstar AU- Bucky Barnes is an adult film star
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Explicit subject matter and cursing

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“Cut!” The harsh yell of Justin Hammer, the middle-aged director of this hell, boomed through the spacious production studio. “James, great job as always. Tasha, we’re going to have to shoot that close up again.” He rises from his chair, crossing his arms. “You keep moving out of the light, and we need you to stay in it so we can get a clear shot of those famous tits of your’s.”

You stand alongside other crew members, watching the muscular back of the blue-eyed man flex as he moves from between the redhead’s legs his mouth had be working on seconds ago. Natasha’s glossy, bare body moves gracefully as she rests into a sitting position. Her eyes look frustrated as she blinks in motion with her soft pants. You watch as Natasha and Bucky share a quick exchange of a particular look, one that only could be shared between people who’ve been working in this industry for awhile. A look you could never understand.  

Hammer strides over to a set of screens, all replaying Bucky’s oral actions and Natasha’s moans on repeat. He stares at the two actors in their field for a handful of minutes before turning back towards the pair who are now standing side by side in satin navy robes. “Let’s take a twenty-minute break, I need to sort out this lighting problem.” He turns back to the screens, muttering instructions to the group of people around him. 

Your eyes peek at the monitors, lingering on the messy head of long, dark hair that rests between the long-legged redhead as his tongue swirls around the slick core of the woman. A sharp pain shoots from within your chest, your eyes glued to the daily horror of your boyfriend having sex with another woman. 

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I’m just picturing professional baseball player Derek Hale getting heckled by a fan as he stands near third base.

Said fan is tall with mess brown hair and is wearing his hat backwards as he yells at Derek. Usually he just tunes it out, but this guy is cute and the way he waves his hands is kind of distracting.

It’s the top of the third and they’re already up by 5 runs so Derek allows himself to listen to the fan.

“Hale! Hale! I know you’re not a pitcher or a catcher but would you do either with me?”

Derek can feel his ears burning red and is very thankful that the fan can’t see it.

The next inning he hears, “Derek! You’re ass looks delightful in those pants.”

The game keeps going and the fan keeps yelling, he can’t even call it heckling, it’s more like the guy is hitting on him.

So the game ends and he’s signing some kids hats and taking pictures when he sees the guy standing a few rows back, a little smirk on his face when Derek catches his eye.

“Want an autograph?” Derek calls and he sees the guy step forward.

“Sure thing,” He said, holding out his hat. “Make it out to Stiles.”

“What’s a Stiles?”

“My name.”

Derek laughed and signed the hat, handing it back and grinning as Stiles saw the 7 digits on it, his eyes widening.

“That’s a phone number.”

“Yep.”

“I’ll call you then,” Stiles said, his eyes still wide.

And he did.

A few years later Stiles sat on the third baseline, hat backwards and a Hale jersey on. The game ended with a win for the Dodgers, Derek hitting a walk-off homer to win.

After the game he did his usual routine of signing autographs and then he walked over to Stiles, pulling him into a kiss for the whole world to see and then pulled out a ring.

Stiles obviously said yes and the proposal made the top ten plays on Sports Center, so did the walk off home run, but no one was talking about that.

Attraction To A Stranger [Jason Todd x Reader]

I got this prompt from a post by @otpprompts​: “Person A sees Person B in the waiting room of an airport and tries to get in touch with them without actually talking, eventually managing to slip a paper with their number in the book Person B was reading. How all of this happens is up to you. Bonus if Person C is the one helping Person A.“

A/N: When you think you write too much for Jason but then remember that’s not possible. (Fem Reader)

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Jason was sitting, bored as all hell, in the seats outside his gate. Roy sat next to him hat pulled over his face, trying to get a few minutes shut eye. Jason sighed leaning into the back of his seat, just people watching.

He was unamused by anyone until a [h/c] haired girl with the most stunning [e/c] eyes sat in an open chair across from where he was. You had a set of headphones in, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone around you. Observing as you would gaze at the gate and check your watch.

Jason found you absolutely stunning. Every move you made entranced him. Even more amazing when he saw you pull out a book he found to be one of his favorites. Watching as you turn each page eagerly, looking forward to how the plot continues onto the next page.

He just wanted to get up, sit in the seat next to you, and strike up a conversation. But for some reason he just… couldn’t.

So, he just continued to watch.

“Dude you look like a stalker.. Or a crazy boyfriend. One of the two” Roy interrupted Jason’s staring. He shot the archer a glare. “I don’t look like a stalker”

“Kind of do the way you’re staring at the poor girl.” Roy whispered. Making Jason roll his eyes before they landed on the stranger again. “Just go talk to her”

“I.. I just… I don’t know” Jason crossed his arms shrugging. Looking at Roy he saw he had a shit eating smirk, “You’re scared to talk to her” he teased.

“What? No! I’m not scared to talk to her. I just… don’t want to interrupt her book” Jason glanced over looking for an excuse.

“Yeah, whatever you say Jaybird. Then I guess you won’t mind if I went over there and talked to her, maybe asked her out got her number” Roy’s smirk widened as Jason sent another glare. “Fuck you Harper”

“Ah, there it is. The truth comes out. Jason’s nervous to talk to a girl.” Roy shook him by the shoulders, leading Jason to hit his hands away. The movements catching your eye, chuckling upon seeing the exchange before looking down at the page once more.

“She just looked at us by the way” Roy commented, making Jason’s eyes widen and look at you once more. “Just go over there already, aren’t you the one who girls swoon over?”

“Shut up” Jason shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Messing up the white streak. “Well what if you got her to talk to you, pace around her, maybe drop something to catch her attention?” Roy offered up some suggestions. 

“Why do I feel like I’m in middle school with a crush? I’m a grown man I should just walk over there” Jason pinched his nose as if he were getting a headache. 

But he eventually did what Roy said, just trying to get your attention. Tried to drop something by you, and ‘accidentally’ bumped your seat. However, you were to entranced in your book and deafened by your music to notice.

That was until they heard your phone begin to ring, watching as you picked it up from the space at your side. Pulling out your headphones and setting your book on the open space next to you.

“Hey Mom” Jason heard you speak for the first time and was even more attracted to you. “No, I’m just sitting at my gate. There’s still some time before boarding.” you continued to talk on the phone. 

“Now’s your chance, slip your number in her book. She’s facing away from it.” Roy was indeed right, you had your attention turned to a window opposite the direction of your book.

Jason nodded, scribbling down his number on a piece of paper with a small note. Carefully he strode over, staying out of your vision. Sticking the paper on the page your bookmark was and backtracked to his seat.

Leaning against the armrest, waiting for you to find it. As you continued to talk he ended up pulling out a book of his own, phone stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket. 


“Alright Mom. Yes I’ll be careful. I love you too. Bye.” Hanging up the phone with your ever worrying mother. You grew up in Gotham, of course you can handle yourself elsewhere. Chuckling you picked up your book, opening it to the marked page.

Though when opening the book a small folded sheet of paper fell into your lap. Confused, you unfolded it reading the contents.

‘Hey, so I’ve been trying to get your attention but it seems you like that book about as much as I did when I first read it. I’m across from you if you’re up for a date some time.

###-###-####’

You looked up from the note to see two men. One with red hair that was scrolling through his phone and the other with black hair and a white streak through it. Both were rather attractive but the one with the black hair was just gorgeous in your eyes.

Hoping for the best you typed in the number and sent a message. 


Jason felt the phone buzz in his pocket and dug it out. Clicking the screen it lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number. Not noticing the smile grow on your face as you watched the screen.

“That’s one way to give a girl your number. But a name might be nice to know first deary.. -_^

Jason looked up at you with a dumbfounded look, you covered your mouth giggling before removing it and waving at him. He grinned before beginning to tap the screen.

“Jason Todd. Your turn doll”

Chuckling at the nickname you answered quicky.

“[F/n] [L/n]”

Looking up you saw his buddy looking over his shoulder before he smirked and stole the phone, swiftly typing on the screen.

Reading the message you let out an audible laugh, muffling it with your hand.

“About time he got to talking to you. But how about instead of this texting shit, you sit with us on the flight. Get to know Jaybird audibly.”

After you stopped laughing you responded.

“It’d be my pleasure. I’d love to talk to ‘Jaybird’” 

Jason visibly blushed at the use of his nickname Roy had for him, even if it was only through text.

Though one thing he was looking forward to was hearing you talk to him with the same smile you had been talking on the phone with earlier. Little did he know about how this would be the start to something he’d forever treasure.

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prompt: jughead is at south side high but sneaks into riverdale high for make out sessions w betty and her friends investigate and find out

Betty stared dreamily out the window of her second period chemistry class, her chin propped up in her hand, and a lazy smile gracing her face. It was raining and she had always loved the sound of the heavy water hitting the roof of Riverdale high, rain was something that was constant, there would always be rain, soft and steady or Sparatic and rough it was always there to wash away the bad.

A heavy hand dropped to her shoulder and she looked up to find her teacher smiling down at her and gesturing to the empty classroom, she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought, smiling apologetically she gathered her books and walked into the empty halls, it was lunchtime and no one ever hung around when food and socializing were on the table.

JJ: alas fair Juliet, our schools may part us but parting be but sweet sorrow.

Betty giggled at the silly text message her very favorite boy had sent her, his wide vocabulary wasnt something anyone ever expected when they met the dark haired Serpent.

“Wow whoever can make you laugh like that must really be something special.”

Betty whipped around at the familiar voice, a grin breaking out on her face as she eyed the boy up and down.

Jughead Jones was leaning casually against the dark blue lockers, a toothpick dangling lazily from his mouth and his leather jacket snug on his shoulders, his wavy dark hair was messy and His hands were shoved in his pockets, a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in the building?” Betty asked, her perfect blonde ponytail bouncing as she walked towards the mysterious boy. Jughead instantly reached his hands out and gripped her tiny waist, his fingers playing with the waist band of her cheerleading skirt.

“I have my ways.” He grinned lazily “a guy can’t visit his girl in her beautiful, state of the art highschool? I mean look at those water fountains, Southside highs only have brown water.” He shrugged.

“Oh I totally get it, you’re using me for my water fountains, That’s fine.” She teased, her hands moving to play with the dark curls at the base of his neck, his eyes instantly falling closed at the familiar comfort of her smooth fingers.

It all started a few months ago, Betty had been helping Jugheads father fix up an old Harley in the backyard of his trailer, she had been referred by Pops and she was more than happy to help. He didn’t think he had seen anything sexier than the gorgeous blonde covered in motor oil, holding a wrench as her tiny denim shorts and tiny white tshirt dripped with water form the sprinkler next door. He quickly learned how complicated her life was and his interest in her only peaked, for someone so small she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, he wanted to do everything he could to carry some of that weight.

“Is that okay?” Jughead heard Betty ask from his embrace, tearing him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He smiled apologetically

Betty giggled
“I said, I’m going to stop by the bar today, I sewed up vipers jacket and I promised Hause I would drop off cupcakes for his daughters birthday.”

That was the other thing, Betty had embraced the Serpents almost immediately, they were a second family to her and she never judged, even though he could sense her worry as she cleaned him up from some particularly nasty brawl, she never said anything, just kissed his bruises and helped him tug his jacket back on.

“Sounds good to me beautiful.” He dropped his lips to hers and her hands moved up slightly, burying in his hair.

After about a minute of holding each other they were both ripped apart by the clearing of a throat and the slamming of a locker. Betty pulled away shocked as Jughead kept his hands on her her waist, his guard instantly up.

“Betty Cooper you have some explaining to do.” A dark haired girl smirked, her arms crossed over chest as the boy beside her stared with wide eyes.

The second boy clapped excitedly
“You’re a Serpent! Oh this is fantastic, Betty why didn’t you tell me! This is amazing!”

Jughead raised a brow, but Kevin cut her off, moving to grab Jugheads hand and shaking firmly
“My name is Kevin Keller my boyfriend, Joaquin? He’s part of your gang, we can definitely do double dates now!”

He heard Betty giggle from beside him and he couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on his face.

“I’m Veronica Lodge and this is my boyfriend Archie Andrews, were Betty’s best friends and we’ve never heard of you.” She stared evenly at Jughead as Archie straightened his back, squaring off against the new guy.

“Jughead Jones. I’m the boyfriend, happy to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the raven haired girl to grab, she took it hesitantly and elbowed the red haired boy.

“Archie Andrews.” He grunted. Jughead tried to hide his smirk.

“Nice to meet you dude.”

Something seemed to soften in the quarterbacks eyes and he grabbed the leather jacket wearing boys hand

“Same here man.”

With introductions done Jughead looked back to his girlfriend and brought her hand to his mouth
“I’ve gotta get back, I can only avoid Southside high for so long.” He sighed pressing his lips to her knuckles and pulling away as she smiled lovingly at him

“See you tonight?” She asked softly

He nodded, a look of complete adoration in his eyes that wasn’t missed by the three friends, Kevin and Veronica visibly swooning

“I’m not sure what your plans for tonight are but why don’t you two join us for a milkshake at pops later on, Archie’s treat.” Veronica asked, gently nudging her boyfriend as he grunted and rolled her eyes.

Jughead just stared at the girl in surprise, his eyes turning back to Betty’s for assurance, she nodded excitedly and he couldn’t help but chuckle

“We’ll be there” he said finally “thanks”

With that he threw one last glance at his beautiful girlfriend before heading out the doors of Riverdale high.

It was silent for a few moments before Kevin broke the moment

“I love him.” He said dreamily. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”

Betty laughed heartily

“Sorry Kevin but that ones all mine.”

Okay but riding Harry in a bath tub..

Candles lit around you two in the dark room, as the scent of sweet lavender lingers in the air. You kiss Harry’s jawline as his hands rest on your bum, giving it a good squeeze when you get to the sweet spot right under his ear, blowing some cooling air on the wet mark.

He tries and lifts you up a bit, just so he can kiss your chest, wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle the sensitive nubbin. Your back arches when he flicks his tongue, making you push yourself more against his cock. He moans against your skin, his eyes closed and his wet curls combed back by his fingers.

You grind your hips slowly against his shaft, earning an angelic whimper from his perfectly o-shaped lips as his lashes flutter. You look at him, and you can see the pain his eyes trying so gard to keep his dark eyes locked with yours.

“Please, baby. Could yeh, um-” Harry trails off, pushing your hair down your back and tracing his fingers on your collarbones.

“What baby? What do you want?” you ask him, adding more pressure to your grinds this time. Harry’s breath hitches and he whimpers again, his legs slightly trembling under you.

“Plea-.. please ride me. Please baby.”

You take hold of his hard shaft and settle it to your entrance. Just to tease him, you only take in his red sensitive tip. Then you slowly start to sink down on him, his hips shifting under you, and he starts panting.

“Like this baby? Does it feel good?” You coo at him, and he bites his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding quickly.

“Uh-huh.”

You take Harry’s hands and guide them to take hold of your hips. As you start to get into a good rhythm, Harry’s veins and ridges massaging your wet walls, making you cleanch around him, his grip on your hips tightens and he’s trying to gently thrust up into you.

“Ungh, ahh fuck. Jus’ like tha’, slide down m’ cock, so fucking wet and snug fo’ me.”

heaven is a place on earth (m)

↳ crossroads demon au

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: fluff, slight crack, smut.
word count: 10,669
description: “Hey there sweetheart, you called? How may I help you today?” Calling upon a crossroads demon might’ve been the best decision you’ve ever made in life. At least until it involves pizza.
author’s note: this was too tempting to write… thank @jiminscreaming​ for convincing me to do it.

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Waiting for the pizza to arrive wanes on your patience, and much to your immense displeasure, you can’t help but pout on the floor, hoping that the damn pizza will arrive soon. Not that you would ever complain about Changkyun, but you were certainly considering it from the amount of time he’s been taking to arrive to your place. It isn’t even like he should get lost he’s actually been to your place to deliver pizzas more times than you’d ever admit.

But before you can dial the number to the pizza place just to ask about the status of your pizza, there’s a knock and doorbell at your door which you excitedly rise for and rush toward the door.

Unfortunately, the sight behind it is not Changkyun with your beloved pizza, but a silver and blue-haired demon that you can’t help but glower at despite the confusion you have at seeing him donning a red and white cap with the pizza logo on it or the fact that he’s holding a box of pizza in his hand.

“Wonho, what the hell? Where’s my pizza? If you do not quit your shit, I swear I will find a way to cut your tail off. I don’t even care if you don’t have one either. Grow one or some shit.” You growl the moment he appears in your doorway.

With that goddamn smirk curving on his lips, he replies, “Try it, sweetheart. I like it kinky.”

He’s a demon from your own personal hell, and this is literally speaking.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve has never felt anything romantic/sexual toward Bucky, but he finds out that Bucky's been in love with him for eighty years and... hm...

“Oh,” Steve says. He doesn’t know what else to say, so he manages to open and close his mouth a few times and say it again. “Oh.”

“I don’t even know why I told you.” Bucky’s actually smiling at him, to Steve’s surprise. He laughs a little like it’s really amusing to him that Steve doesn’t return his feelings. “Probably because I like it when your cheeks turn red like that.”

“My cheeks aren’t red,” Steve insists.

That just makes Bucky laugh even harder, “Well now they are!” He gets up and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Don’t worry about it, Pal. It’s just something I thought you should know.”

Steve wants to apologize since it feels like he should, but before he can Bucky’s up and out of the room.

It wasn’t that Steve was straight, or didn’t think Bucky was an attractive guy (his eyes have always worked well enough to see that). It’s just that he kept Bucky in a special compartment of his brain. One labeled: Best friend. Do not want.

Steve remembers what it was like to step out of the machine after getting the serum. Everything was brighter. The air felt lighter and every breath felt like it was a gasp. He started to notice colors he couldn’t see before, he started to hear new sounds. The world felt like it had exploded around him.

After Bucky told Steve that he had feelings for him well… it kind of felt a lot like that.

All of a sudden Steve noticed everything about his best friend. He noticed how Bucky’s eyes sparkled when he smiled. He noticed the line of Bucky’s neck when he threw his head back in laughter. He noticed how Bucky’s jeans clung to his long legs. He noticed how warm and nice it felt to have Bucky sit down next to him and press their sides together. The special compartment of his brain where Steve kept Bucky had been blown wide open and Steve realized that he was falling for Bucky- hard and fast- mere weeks after telling him his feelings were unrequited.

What was he supposed to do now?

Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!) fun for this holiday, dedicated to @swallowedsong for various reasons. Sláinte! (rated M, 3000 words, AO3)


She almost choked on her green beer as her best friend’s feet came up off the ground as the burly, flanneled lumberjack (well, big guy in flannel shirt) at the bar planted a smacking kiss right on those unsuspecting lips. She’d told Killian what would happen if we wore that shirt, but he didn’t listen. Emma’s laughter is lost in the packed pub filled to the brim with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, but she knows Killian hears it, his telltale eyebrow lifting as Paul Bunyan releases him and gives him a jovial pat on the back.

“You had to know that would happen at some point, lad.”

“Aye, mate…sláinte!”

Emma shakes her head at Killian’s seemingly unflappable facade, watching as he shares a big grin and a toast with his kissing buddy at the end of the bar. But as he makes his way back to her she can see the signs of his mild embarrassment in the red glow of his pointy ears to the sheen of sweat at the hollow of his throat.

“Regretting that shirt yet?”

“Why Swan? That was the best kiss I’ve had all night.”

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anonymous asked:

I just want to say that yours headcanons and interactions with everyone here just crack me up so fcking much, honestly, you guys are a true blessing. And, if it's okay, could I request the RFA+V+ Saeran falling hard for MC but they just don't notice, like, at all, and, God help them, they are trying their very best, what the actual fuck MC (it's okay if you don't wanna do the request, I hope you guys have a great day!)

A/N: omg you’re such a cutie thank you <3 ヾ(´▽`*;)ゝ”and did you mean like mc doesnt notice that they’re completely in love with them??? (soRRY im so exhausted lmao) but dude i’m completely mc in that case ripperoni  ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               - I thought…losing his eye was like… enough to show how much he cares about you

               -He’s always making you food and snacks in cute little shapes (especially hearts)

               -When the two of you play LOLOL he’s always giving you the best loot and diving in front of your character to make sure you don’t die

               -Always joining new clubs that either you’re in, or they cover a topic you’re interested in

               -That way, he can spend more time with you and enjoy some of the same things!

               -Not to mention it he actually really enjoys it all and learns something new about you every time

               -He’s even managed to hug you close for long periods of time without turning red or stuttering!

               -But you still! Don’t! See it!

               -You always think he’s just being really nice and a great friend! Sure you secretly like him but you don’t want to ruin the friendship if he doesn’t like you back!

               -Saeyoung’s made it his personal mission to get the two of you together because Yoosung just won’t take initiative and you’re just oblivious as hell

*ZEN:

               -He’s always hanging off of you, how are you not even suspicious?

               -Always has an arm around you, hand on your shoulder, even on your knee when the two of you are sitting

               -For fucks sake MC, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand when the two of you walk anywhere are you DENSE??

               -Always bringing you flowers, chocolates, you name it

               -HE EVEN MAKES UP SONGS TO SING TO YOU

               -He’s so dramatic about everything. Every time you don’t react to his romantic gesture, he’s practically throwing himself to the floor in a sobbing fit

               -He’s even held you by the shoulders, looked you in the eyes, and told you how much he really likes you

               -You just responded with a tilt of your head, innocently asking, “Like…. you like-like me?”

               - hoW HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED BY NOW?????

               -EVEN AFTER THAT, YOU’RE STILL OBLIVIOUS. MC, why. Just, why. He loves you but wOW

*JAEHEE:

               -She’s not exactly surprised that you don’t realize her feelings

               -More subtle with her emotions than the rest of them

               - even jumin is more open about his feelings for you, who would have guessed

               -She’s always inviting you to attend new cafes, or to show you her favourite ones!

               -Also makes you a lot of coffee/tea and cakes!

               -The two of you spend a lot of time discussing books the two of you have read, and theorize about those that abruptly ended

               -Always looking you straight in the eyes, smiling, and will constantly turn a light shade of red

               -But you don’t get it?? Is she getting a fever? Is it even hot enough in here to make her red like that? Is she alright?

               -You’re always putting your hands on her cheeks, trying to see if she’s ill and it just makes her blush 10x more

               -Dammit MC she’s gonna pass out at this rate, get your hands off of her, just notice that she likes you so the two of you can cuddle and she can get over turning as red as she does!

*JUMIN:

               -You’d think it’d be really obvious

               -I mean the man has next to no emotions but when you come around he’s practically a puddle on the floor- how in the world don’t you notice?

               -Always making sure you’re comfortable with anything the two of you do

               -If he invites you to lunch and you don’t like the restaurant, he’ll cancel his reservations and find a new place immediately

               -AND HE DOES EVERYTHING HIMSELF. Not once does he ask Jaehee or another employee of his to set up plans or grab something for you

               -Listens to your opinion more than anyone else’s. He’ll take it to heart and do whatever you suggested (that is if it isn’t drastic)

               -HE LETS YOU PICK UP ELIZABETH? CUDDLE WITH HER? GIVE HER KISSES? DOESN’T THAT TELL YOU HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU??

               -The dude tried to move you into his house almost immediately, seriously MC how can you not tell

               -Completely showers you in gifts all the time. If you aren’t there to physically receive them, he’s telling you what he got you and sends you pictures

               -He thinks it’s absolutely adorable that you have no idea, but at the same time it lowkey drives him crazy because he juST WANTS TO KISS YOU, MC. PLEASE. JUST, P L E A S E

 

*SAEYOUNG:

               -This lil brat tries to hide that he’s completely in love with you until he just can’t take it anymore

               -Come on he’s built you Robo-cat, gone over personally to protect you, and a lot more, what do you waNT FROM HIM

               -Sends you memes in the middle of the night because he thinks you’ll find them funny

               -Calls you at night just to talk until he can hear you fall asleep on the other end of the phone

               -He’s also buying you a lot of little things because he thought of you when he saw it, and couldn’t bring himself to just leave it

               -You’re the only one he’ll let drive his babies. HIS. BABIES. MC, COME ON

               -Always looking at you like a love-sick puppy. Whenever you do something completely adorable he gets as red as his hair

               -He’ll lightly brush his hand against yours when the two of you are walking close together, and watch to see if he can actually grab your hand

               -Gives you the Flynn Rider smoulder more times than you can count but all you do is giggle because it’s your favourite movie. Your giggle is like heaven but MC whY CAN’T YOU SEE HE LIKES YOU

               -HE EVEN SINGS THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG “KISS THE GIRL”(or he changes the lyrics to boy, depending) TO GET THE POINT ACROSS BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUMP IN ON HIS MUSICAL NUMBER. One day MC, one day.

*V:

               -He’s gentle with everyone, but you??

               -Well, he’s gentle but he plays around a LOT more

               -Playfully pushes you, pinches your cheeks, he even does gross shit like lick your cheek okay but i do the same

               -Leans close to you all the time. When the two of you talk, he’s leaning into you, staring into your eyes

               -Y'all even spend the night at each other’s houses watching movies or just talking about life

               -How the hell can you not tell that this giraffe loves you??

               -Always taking beautiful photos of you! Well…almost always

               -His favourite photo album is full of pictures of you being goofy, and packed which terrible candid’s of you, but he lOVES THEM SO MUCH MC LOOK AT HOW AMAZING YOU ARE

               -He plans trips for just the two of you so he can take pictures and you can see the sights! Takes you to romantic dinners! Y'all even go to festivals and carnivals together.

               -He’s always holding your hand because he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd. Or that’s what you think. In reality he just wants to hold your hand; MC please he’s so cute just kiss him already

*SAERAN:

               -He just plain sucks at sharing emotions

               -But he thought he was pretty obvious?

               -Like there are times that you’re the only one he’ll even acknowledge? That’s pretty self-explanatory there MC

               -He takes you out for ice cream all the time, walks around town, whatever you want. He hates people, he doesn’t willingly go out for that. Unless you want to

               -Always invites you over to just hang out and play some games, watch some movies, or sometimes just to nap

               -Even asks you to teach him how to cook/bake, so he can spend a lot more time with you!

               -Sometimes you give him this dazzling smile that just makes his heart flutter and he can’t even look at you

               -You also like to hug him and he practically passes out every time. It scares you a little bit because you can’t figure out why?? Is he okay??? Are you dead??

               -But he steps out of his comfort zone and hugs you back?? You’re so happy and you absolutely love it! You think that maybe he’s finally becoming more social! You have no idea that he only hugs you because??? It’s you

               -Please just admit you like this man so he can get comfortable MC, he’s too awkward to ask you out himself

The first time Phichit sees the bathroom of Seung-Gil’s new apartment, it’s on a phone screen. It’s the last room on Seung-Gil’s tour, and Phichit lets out a surprised peal of laughter at the mass assortment of bottles on the shelves.

“What is all that?” he asks.

Seung-Gil holds his phone facing the tub for a hesitant moment, then swivels it back to the shelves. “Um. Shampoo.”

Phichit sits up in bed, a smile pulling both corners of his mouth. “Sixty bottles of it? Why are they all shades of purple?”

“There aren’t sixty,” Seung-Gil says. “Maybe twenty.”

“But why?”

Seung-Gil hisses and says something to himself in Korean, sounding embarrassed, but approaching their sixth month together, Phichit will have none of that.

“Seung-Gil,” he croons. “Tell me why you have the world’s most unnecessary collection of hair soap.”

Seung-Gil flips the camera back to his face, and Phichit doesn’t think he’s imagining the dash of red he sees across Seung-Gil’s nose.

“Trial and error,” he says, flat. “Please don’t laugh at me.”

Phichit softens, tamping his smile down as much as he can. “I’m not laughing at you,” he says. “I think it’s cute.”

Seung-Gil’s eyebrows angle lower, a transparent shift into skepticism.

“I thought it was weird at first,” Phichit admits. “But now that I know the reason, it’s cute that you try new brands. I do that, too, but I usually wait until the bottles are empty first.”

Seung-Gil says, “I used the same brand for ten years. I…” He scrunches his nose. “Please don’t laugh at what I’m about to say. Or make any noises. Sounds. Please no reactions at all.”

Phichit nods quickly, his heart already squeezing with eager anticipation.

“I was trying to figure out which one you use,” Seung-Gil says, in a resigned tone of voice that only makes his confession more unbearable. Almost like he can’t stop himself, he mutters, “I just remember the bottle was purple.”

Phichit covers his mouth with both hands and only through the single most impressive show of self-restraint he’s ever exerted in his life does he not coo.

Apparently, even Phichit’s hidden joy is more embarrassment than Seung-Gil can take and Seung-Gil groans, flipping the camera to escape. This, fortunately, serendipitously, puts his reflection in the mirror on display.

“Seung-Gil! That’s my shirt!”