you can tell he's enjoying every second of this


I fucking. Love. This man.

Ok, first off, I adore the sense of humor, it’s just so goddamn golden, it’s over simplified and it knows it.

It’s almost like he’s mocking academics and scholars agonizingly going every tiny detail of history and arguing over the molecules.

He glosses over it, but there are these brief seconds where you can absolutely tell he’s studied it carefully and trivialized it in a meaningful way, like, he brushes over a lot of shit, but he knows he HAS to, and how does he do it?

By making really clever one-second story gloss-overs.

I just adore it.

I remember more of AP World history than I care to and boy, was this fun.

Thank you so much, I really enjoyed 20 minutes of my life there, I just think these videos are great.

Maybe they’re not as detailed as people who’re cramming for  AP World need, but…it’s great on timelines and letting you know the chronology of shit.

Plus it’s funny enough to get you a little more interested in parts of history you’re not conventionally taught, right?

I mean seriously, he covers so much ground in such a great way that you’re compelled to figure out what he was referring to…

because as I mentioned, HE knows.

and it’s funnier when YOU know.

So it’s compelling you to find out.

I just love it, man, I love these.


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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pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

summary: you live across the hall from Captain America, but you never really talk to him. When you find a giant spider in the bathroom, that all changes. 

warnings: big spider

Friday had finally come to a close, and you were relieved to be able to take your shoes off by the front door of your apartment. The clock under the tv read that it was only 9:20 pm, so you decided to have a glass of wine before settling in bed. It didn’t take long for you to down the whole glass, especially since your day consisted of your boss making rude remarks and low-tipping customers. Your eyes began to droop, and you decided it was time to find your way under the sheets. But low and behold, the moment you were finally comfy your bladder decided it was party time. After a few curses, you got up from the little burrow you’d made in the bed. You flicked on the bathroom light, and squinted momentarily.

A giant black spot on the wall made you stop in your tracks. You grimaced as you recognized the spot to be a spider, and it seemed to be staring back at you with it’s many eyes. Putting a hand on your mouth, you attempted to prevent a scream from ringing out across the apartment complex.

Being an independant woman was something you were used to from living in the city for so long, but your nerves were shot as of late. There was no way you were getting close to that damn thing, not just because spiders are gross, but you didn’t know if it was venomous or how fast it would be. The idea of running to a neighbor seemed childish, however, your neighbor wasn’t just some random citizen of New York. You’d only seen him in the hall a few times, and he was nice enough to ask you how your day was going, and even bring you a few misplaced packages. Maybe he’d help you in this dire situation of getting that damn spider off the wall. Not only that, but he would probably get a kick out of it as well. After practically running out of the apartment you called home, you knocked on the door across the hall from yours.

A deep voice rumbled from behind the door with a slight accent, “Who is it?”

You coughed, trying to rid your voice of any shakiness, “It’s your neighbor, Y/n,” The man was silent behind the door, “I need some help with a slight emergency.” There was a few moments of silence, and then you heard the chain being dragged away from the lock behind your neighbors door. The man who opened the door had an unfamiliar face, and he squinted his eyes at you. You’d only ever seen Steve going into the apartment, so you were about to walk away in fear him not being home.

Then, he quickly yelled over his shoulder but still managed to keep his eyes on you, “Steve, some short girl is here!” You smiled at the light jab, since it was obvious he was playing around. While he stood in front of you waiting for Steve, he pulled his long brown hair into a loose bun.

Captain America came into view from one of the rooms down the hall, and the man with long hair moved out of the way, “Can I help you?” He looked down at you with worry, and you knew you were in good hands. Even with a look of concern on his face, Steve looked as handsome as could be.

Instead of explaining how stressful of a week you had, you cut straight to the point, “I know you don’t really know me, but I have a really big spider in my bathroom.” You pleaded, “Can you please kill it for me?” A pathetic smile lifted your cheeks. Who else could say they asked Captain America to kill a spider for them? But it’s not like you were being dramatic considering the arachnid was bigger than your fist.

Steve bit back a laugh and nodded his head, “Sure, show me the way.” He took a step out of his apartment, and then added, “Oh, and please call me Steve.” The man with long hair was right behind him the whole time Steve was speaking to you at the front door, and finally waved the two of you off as you walked back across the hall. The whole situation made you giggle, you’d never spoken to Steve before, but here you are asking him to kill a spider in your apartment. Walking into your apartment you suddenly realized that it was a hot mess, so you immediately jumped to apologize and tried to explain that you were barely ever home. Steve just laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Bucky makes more of a mess than you do.”

You pointed through your room, with a shaky grin, “Okay, the bathroom is to the left, and the spider should be on the wall straight ahead when you walk in.”

Steve took a few quick strides towards the bathroom, and not even a half of a minute later you heard the toilet flushing. He came back out of your room, and smiled as he entered the living room, “The threat is gone.” His hands rested at his hips.

With a little shake of your head, you sighed, “Thank you Steve, hopefully I can sleep tonight and then enjoy my day off Sunday from this crappy place.” You could tell Steve was trying to look you up and down with each nod of his head, so you simply explained that you were a waitress and that your boss had been a dick as of late.

“Maybe I’ll stop in one day, shake your boss up a little.” Steve charmingly smiled, “If you need anything else or want to go get coffee or something, here’s my number.” He grabbed a marker, and wrote on the mini whiteboard on your fridge. Your heart was pounding a million miles every second as he closed your apartment door on the way back to his own. It felt like you’d just been thrown for a loop, but for some reason you were undeniably excited.

This was only the beginning for you and Captain America.

Demon!Jason Todd X Angel!Reader- Fallen (Part 3)

Yaayyyy I posted another chapter!! You would not believe the writer’s block I have right now.  Hopefully this chapter has done this series some justice.

Part 1, Part 2

Warning: None that I can think of????

Following the demon with the red helmet, your eyes scanned over every piece of artwork that adorned the walls.  It seemed that your brother fancied collecting pieces from famous artists, and you could clearly tell that he had commissioned every single one from the source.  The demon leading you didn’t seem to enjoy the art like you were, but he had probably seen them many times.  If he was your brother’s second in command, then he must have served him for a long time.  Now that you think about it, the stench of Hellfire no longer smelt like it did on your way here.  The horrendous smell was replaced by a sweet scent, something similar to the smell you experience when roasting a marshmallow.

Immediately stopping when you saw the demon halt his steps, you watched as he placed his hand on a door, the same Hellfire spreading all over the door.  He stepped away as soon as the door opened, allowing you to cautiously enter the room.  Your eyes widened as soon as you saw the Heaven of an elderly woman you had visited many times.  The sunset behind the weeping willow was spot on, casting a beautiful orange light on the hills.  The woman and her husband were not there, laying on a blanket and watching the sunset, but you knew that they were still in Heaven.  Stepping further into the room, you knelt down and felt the grass.  The small, green blades of glass felt smooth against your skin, the dew dampening your hand.  You could even smell the field of flowers on the other side of the hill.

“What kind of room is this?” you asked, turning to face the demon.

He looked around, “It is… enchanted, if you prefer the term.  It provides you with the environment that will provide you with whatever you need.”

“Thank you,” you said, looking around.  “I didn’t think I would ever see this again.”

His head tilted slightly to the side, silently asking you to explain.

“This is a Heaven I frequently visited,” you explained, a small smile crawling onto your face.  “Sometimes it was the only thing that provided me a safe haven from my father and siblings, especially when they were overwhelming.”

“You are the complete opposite of every Angel that I have ever met,” he stated, walking further into the room.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked, following him.

“Angels, well, normal Angels are emotionless warriors and guardians who had protected Earth, smiting any demon in sight.  Only one Angel has been in a room like this, and the battlefield was the environment he needed,” he answered, dragging his hands on the trees as he passed them.  “You, on the other hand have this setting, which is odd, especially with this serene scenery.”

“I can see why you find it odd,” you said, the orange glow slowly fading from view.  “I am a Fallen now, banished from Heaven, and yet I do not search for any revenge or have any anger.  All I have is pain and betrayal.”

“The pain will fade,” he stated, “but it will take time.”

“I wonder how long that will last,” you said, looking down at your bare feet.  “I do not know if I will be hunted and smited with the wrath of Heaven.  Fallen are not meant to survive, suffering is the only thing that is left for them.”

“And yet you can still find peace,” he said, picking up a rolled piece of dark grey clothing from the ground.  “This is yours, I’m guessing that you do not want to walk around in those torn clothes.”

“Thank you,” you thanked him, taking the clothing from his armored hands.  “If I may ask, what shall I call you?  I think it would be rude of me not to ask.”

“I go by many names, but you can call me by my first that was given to me,” he answered.  “Jason.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Jason,” you smiled, holding out your hand.  “My name is (Y/N).”

Jason gently took your hand in his, shaking it, “Even your name does not match the names of the other Angels.”

“I have never heard of a demon with a name like Jason,” you said, tilting your head to the side.  “I guess this is a first for the both of us.”

He released your hand and rested his near his side, “Touché.”

“I am curious, do you always wear your armor?” you asked, scanning over his helmet.

“I do not, but I prefer to wear it when I am on duty,” Jason responded.  “Do you wish for me to remove it?”

“Only the helmet,” you replied, “but if you are not willing to, I understand.”

He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to remove his helmet.  Nodding, he swiped his hand in front of his face, making his helmet fade away, the ash blowing away.  His eyes were the first things you saw, completely enamored by the beautiful combination of red, yellow, orange and even a bit of purple hues.

“Your eyes look like the very sunset that is here,” you smiled, tilting your head.  “I never expected eyes to be so beautiful.”

“You’re very honest, aren’t you?” he asked, looking in the direction of the sunset.  “Do my eyes really look like that?”

“They do,” you nodded, scanning the rest of his features.

While he was observing the sunset, you had a chance to soak in every detail of him.  His skin was not like your brother’s.  It was more tan than Lucifer’s light pigmentation, and it was perfect in your eyes.  His ears were similar to yours, but they were more extended and angular than your own.  When he turned back to face you, you did not cease your actions.

“You are fascinating,” you stated truthfully.  “Do you consider yourself an average demon?”

“I am far from average, (Y/N).”

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You felt hands on your waist and jumped a little, surprised by the contact. You look up in the bathroom mirror to see Jughead standing behind you. You roll your eyes while smiling and turn around to face him.

“I know we’re roomates, now, but that doesn’t mean you can just walk into my bathroom at any time. I could have been naked, you know!” You shouted at him, though it was obvious that you weren’t serious.

He smirked and tightened his grip on your waist, holding you securely against the sink.

“I know. In all honesty, I was hoping to,” He muttered out, his already low voice growing deeper.

You blush and lower your gaze, unaware as to how he could be so blunt when you two were just friends. Sure, you were physically attracted to him, but he didn’t know that.

“What is up with you?” You asked, your voice low and gaze lower.

He reached out and placed a hand under your chin, pulling your face up until your eyes were locked on his. When you were making eye contact, he smirked.

“I love it when you make eye contact with me, Baby Girl. You standing up to me drives me insane,” He grumbled out. “You’re one of the only ones who ever do.”

You tensed up, not used to Jughead acting this way. With the way that he was speaking and acting, you couldn’t help but get a little wet at the interaction. You pressed your thighs together to hide this from him.

“I don’t understand, Jughead” You confessed breathlessly, leaning a little away from him.

He eyed your movement and moved forward to close the distance that you cleared, leaning in so close that his breath fanned your face. He took his time and studied you.

“You know, I’m not really feeling Jughead right now. Why don’t you call me Master, or something sexy?” He asked you as he stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe and actually stand so that your back wasn’t digging into the sink anymore. He leaned against the wall opposite of you and stared at you down his nose.

Without missing a beat, you answered. “Maybe because I don’t find you sexy.”

It was a lie.

Jughead then raised his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. He pushed himself off the wall and leaned in close. You were too cautious to move, not wanting to anger him so you held still as he hovered his lips over your ear.

“Mmm, well that is a shame because you drive me crazy. All I ever want to do is touch you; make you scream my name in pleasure,” He whispered, his voice thick and mesmerizing as he grabbed your hand and lowered it slowly down his body until it rested over his aroused dick.

The effect he had on you was incredible, and you felt yourself subtly move your thighs closer together so that you could try to stop the arousal. Or maybe it was just so that you could have some friction to relieve the pressure that was building.

You blushed and dropped your head again, but you couldn’t move your hand. He moved a fraction of an inch backwards so that he could see your face as he spoke.

“Do you know the difference between us?” He asked. He then leaned back in to your ear.

“I’m going to act on what I feel,” He smirked as he stuck his tongue out and brought your earlobe into his mouth, sucking lightly on it before he ignored that completely and moved down to focus on your neck.

He sucked on it harshly, definitely hard enough to leave a bruise and you even wondered if it was bleeding, yet for some reason the intense pain was somehow pleasurable. You angled your neck so that he had better access to it, while at the same time you pushed him away from yourself.

He stumbled back a few feet and you remained stuck to the sink, partially paralyzed as you panted and tried to understand what was happening. You had craved this experience for so many years, and now you finally have it.

But you were still fighting it.

That’s when it occurred to you; you wanted it rough.

“If you say no, I’ll walk out of here and never touch you again. But I don’t think you want to say no. I think you want this,” He continued to growl, a knowing smirk on his lips as he looked at you with primal eyes, hungry with lust.

You took a moment to find your voice. “Of course I don’t want it. Who would want this?” You asked as you placed a defiant hand back onto his dick, rubbing it through his jeans. You wanted to role play as though you weren’t into it, and it seemed like he would play along.

He groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head with anticipation.

“I don’t care if you want it, I am going to fuck you mercilessly,” He growled as he yanked your hand away from him and placed his hands on the sink basin on either side of your waist, pinning you there.

You were intimidated and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, but still you grew wetter. Something told you that Jughead’s soft spot for you would be enough to protect you against whatever he was going to do to you tonight.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked him as you look directly into Jughead’s stormy eyes.

At this question, Jughead leans in a bit closer and you can clearly see the smug amusement on his face. He answers with a smirk.

“I think that you should shut up and let me do what I want,” Jughead answered, and as he did his lips crashed down onto yours, his hands quickly moving to the sides of your face to still you, since you jumped wildly in surprise.

His lips quickly persuaded you to kiss him back. They moved in sync with yours, but soon you felt them leave your lips and once again make their way down to your neck where his hot tongue explored the skin that your loose tank top exposed. His mouth continued trailing down, suckling on your exaggerated collar-bones for a moment, giving them generous attention before he continued downward. He then bit roughly on the skin just at the top of your breast.

A soft moan escaped your mouth at the contact, not expecting this kind of pleasure from something so rough. At the sound, Jughead stopped his actions and lifted his face from your body ever so slightly, yet he kept his eyes focused on your skin.

He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut before letting out a quiet groan.

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever heard,” He grunted out, causing you to blush furiously as you looked down.

He grabbed your chin and brought your gaze back up to his once again.

“I have never been so hard in my life,” Jughead moaned as he let his head fall back so that his throat was exposed.

“Really? You’ve hardly touched me and this is the hardest you have ever been?” You questioned with slight humor, teasing him.

His head came back to look at you and one brow raised, anger flooding into his features.

“I can’t resist you, what do you want from me?” He asked with a growl, reaching one hand around your back and beginning to massage your lower back.

“A little effort would be nice,” You continued teasing.

“You’re the one moaning,” He reminded as he pressed into your back, trying to give you the best experience he could.

Your eyes locked on his, and now you raised a defiant eyebrow. “I bet you won’t get me to, again,” You challenged.

He took a step away from you as he considered this. He then took you by your hand and led you to his room. When he opened the door, your eyes went wide with surprise.

“When did you do this?” You asked him, suddenly more timid as you saw the giant contraption hanging from the ceiling.

He smiled knowingly but remained silent as he led you to it and began fastening straps and clamps around your body until your arms were held high above your body and kept there.

He bent down and grasped your shorts and gave them a violent tear, ripping the shorts right off your body. From his lowered position, he looked up at you through his eyelashes with a smirk on his face. However, when he saw you scowl, he frowned at you.

“You aren’t enjoying this?” He asked, almost offended.

“I’m tied up, how could I?” You barked at him, pulling against your restraints once more.

He snickered at you, “Don’t tell me that you don’t like being tied up, my dear. I figured you would be dying to try this. I’ve thought about this many times, and every time you thoroughly enjoyed the experience, so let’s see if I can get you to where you were in my fantasies.”

Without another second wasted, he took your exposed breast in his mouth, swirling the swelled nipple in his mouth, then nibbling painfully on it. You yelped out, yet you clamped your thighs shut to offer some friction beneath your panties once more.

You loved the pain.

He looked down at your clamped thighs and smiled softly to himself. He began to knead your other breast through your thin shirt, your prominent nipple obvious through the fabric.

He then ripped the straps off your shirt so there was nothing securing it and slid it down your legs until it rested at your ankles, where he wrapped it several times until it rendered you unable to separate your ankles. He then took your other breast in his mouth, giving it the same attention as the first. Your head dropped backwards and you bit your lip to keep in a pleasured gasp.

He took his mouth from you and said, “What’s the matter, (Y/N), don’t want me to hear you moan?” He teased with a smile, his playful hands dragging his fingertips along your side and down the outside of your thigh.

You brought your head back up to stare at him with rage.

“As if you could make me,” You teased him, but little did you know that you were only digging your own grave.

He stood abruptly, but you refused to cower. He then took your head in his hand, controlling it by holding your neck and stared at you.

“Just remember that you brought this on yourself,” He spoke roughly to you.

“Brought what?” you asked, only now letting a tinge of worry taint your words.

He smiled, his hand gently turning your neck so that it was exposed. “I’m going to tease you so badly that you won’t be able to stop moaning. You’ll be begging me to let you cum, and maybe I will let you,” He said, then instantly attached his lips to her neck, his moist lips massaging the skin before his teeth sunk in, causing the most wonderful reaction to occur deep in your belly.

Your mouth opened and you allowed yourself a sudden sharp inhale before you clamped down on your lip to keep from moaning. You could feel him bite your neck raw, then soothe the wounds with his mending tongue before he would blow cool air onto the area. You had to clamp your legs even tighter.

He began to trail lower on your body, working his way into the valley between your breasts, placing one last lingering kiss there before moving back to the breast, sucking harshly on the bottom of it, pinching the nipple of each roughly.                

Your head dropped once again and you bit your lip forcefully, refusing to let yourself be vocal about the pleasure Jughead was making you feel. Instead, you just furrowed your brow and clamped your eyes shut.

He stood from his spot again, grabbing your chin roughly and bringing it to face him, your eyes opening to meet his. He reached a finger out and dabbed it on your bottom lip then held it out for you to see, and when he did you saw the blood that was there. He then brought the finger back and rubbed it around your lips. Your mouth parted slightly, your body acting of its own accord, and he pushed his finger inside of your mouth. You sucked on it as your eyes closed once more.

He smiled victoriously at you, “I want you to keep your eyes open, love,” He ordered as he walked behind you, trailing his fingers down your spine.

“You’re not moaning yet, I’m impressed,” He teased, his hands massaging your shoulders and arms as he spoke.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re trying that hard. Or maybe you don’t have an effect on me,” You lied obviously, your breath uneven and panted and your legs clamped so tightly that they began to quiver.

Jughead let his hands fall from your body at this statement.

“Then why are your legs clamped so tightly, my dear?” He asked from behind you so that you couldn’t read his expression.

You decided not to answer and just growled lightly, upset that he could read you so easily.

“I think it’s because I’ve had quite an effect on you,” He said as his hand trailed down your body once more, but his hand paused when it reached your bum.

“But if you disagree, then why don’t we just find out,” He said, then immediately yanked your underwear down by hooking his finger in your panties.

Once you were naked, he slowly trailed his finger up the inside of your thigh.

Agonizingly slow.

Then, when he got to your core he slowly dragged his finger around your lips but refused to actually access any of the vital parts of you.

You attempted to maneuver yourself so that his finger would dip inside of you, but he was too quick and avoided it, pulling his finger away altogether.

“Don’t be naughty, I like to be in control, remember? If I don’t want you to cum yet, then you won’t. I did this to see if you were wet, and, my dear,” He said as he walked back in front of you, showing you his finger, which was slick from you, “It seems as though you are soaked,” He said.

Even as he said those words, you couldn’t help the fact that it turned you on even more and caused more of your wetness to drip down your legs.

He looked down and noticed this, then noticed how you moved your legs so that your thighs caused friction to your clit, causing you to moan out for the first time as you began to find release.

He seemed angered by this and forced your thighs apart. You stared at him, a lazy smile on your lips as you saw how agitated he was that you stole your first moan.

“No, baby girl, you don’t get to pleasure yourself. I’m in control,” He reminded you seriously, clamping onto your legs tightly.

“You’re just angry that I was able to make myself moan, and you couldn’t,” You chided, refusing to back down.

He seemed even more angered by this and shook his head at you, dragging a finger along the inside of your thigh so that it drove you crazy.

“I was going to try and take it easy on you, but I just don’t think I’ll be able to,” He said, then instantly plunged a finger into you, stopping only when you could feel his knuckle against your folds.

Your entire back arched and your body stiffened, but as you went to moan you bit your tongue and now you could taste blood. He pulled it out and slowly pushed it back in, your wetness soaking his hand. Your head dropped again as your body pulsed with his increasing rhythm, trying to meet him halfway so that you could cum.

After about two dozen pumps, he added another finger and was more forceful about it so that you had to clamp your eyes so tightly that the back of your eyelids were covered in white explosions. Now, you weren’t able to stop yourself from moaning and you verbally let loose of everything that you had been feeling with a loud “Oooh fuck, Jughead.”

As soon as he heard that, he smirked and pulled his fingers from you. The moment there was an absence from you, you opened her eyes in desperation and found his cheerful eyes looking at you.

“Oh, so it seems I can make you moan,” He teased, letting go of you completely so that you were just hanging there with your juices running down your legs and desperation between them.

You opened your mouth, about to beg, but clamped it shut again because you knew you weren’t lowering yourself to that.

“Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, smiling even wider when he saw how stubborn you were.

“Can I just say that I think that was the hottest thing I have seen, though?” He asked, closing the distance between you guys so that he was talking directly into your ear.

“I take back my previous statement; I have never been as aroused as I am now,” He whispered to you, allowing his hard on to press into you. You actually moved towards it subtly, so that it could help relieve some of your built up pressure, and once it roughly collided with your throbbing clit, you sighed in relief, but he moaned, which caused you to open your eyes in shock.

He also took a step away from you, a hand over his crotch. “Damn, you are too sexy for your own good,” He growled as he slowly pressed his palm over the bulge in his pants.

“Seems like I’m better at your game than you are,” You teased him, liking that you were still able to gain some control from this situation.

He raised a defying eyebrow at you. “You know, you’re the one that’s in love with me. That means that you’ll be the one getting a response out of me getting pleasure,” He said suggestively, and you scowled knowing that he was right. As if testing it, he lifted his hoody over his head and let it fall on the floor, exposing his pale skin.

You raked your eyes over the sight and craved more, but said nothing. Luckily, he obliged with your silent wishes, anyway. He unbuckled his pants and let them pool around his ankles before kicking them away. Once he was left in nothing but his boxers, he palmed himself, letting his head fall back in pleasure as he groaned.

You breathed heavily as you were filled with the urge to kiss his prominent Adams apple, sucking on it, and take over his actions for him.

He then ripped his boxers off and his cock sprung out, and it was much larger than you would have assumed that it was. The actual sight of it nearly was enough to cause you to cum, but when he wrapped his lanky fingers around it and began pumping it, you knew that you were going to explode.

It was hardly manageable when he was only doing this, his eyes closed in pleasure, but when he began to moan your name, you genuinely couldn’t handle it anymore. You crossed her legs tightly and tried to grind into them, successfully causing enough contact to cause you to moan out urgently.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted, which made your eyes open but you didn’t stop grinding your legs together even after he had caught you.

Only did your actions stop when he separated your legs and forced himself between them, both of your smoldering skins touching in an electric buzz.

“You’re so damn naughty,” He whispered into your ear, nibbling on your lobe after he spoke.

You were so needy at this point that you let him do his work and moaned loudly from the contact. You even began to use his body to grind into, getting partial release from this.

He gripped your hips tightly, stopping your motion as he groaned. “I told you, you don’t get to cum until I say,” He said, but now he was speaking with a certain reluctance, and you knew that it was because of how painfully swollen his head was.

“Let me cum,” You ordered, panting.

“Not until you beg,” He responded, now becoming just as desperate and you could feel him stroke himself below you, the action brushing against you causing the most magical reaction. You allowed the motion to continue.

“Oh my god, please Jughead, let me cum,” You finally gave in.

He smiled in relief at you, “I thought you’d never give in,” He said.

As soon as he said that, he placed his swollen cock inside you and slammed it in. You yelped and arched your back, the fullness of his cock filling you so wonderfully.

As he rammed into you, his mouth set to the task of working your nipples, which were right in front of his face.

You began moaning every other breath, and it was quickly becoming too much for you to handle, causing your head to fall back. His thrusts were getting sloppier and more hurried so you knew that he wasn’t far behind.

“God, Jughead, I’m gonna cum,” You quickly screamed out.

“Cum,” He ordered, and your orgasm racked through you as you screamed and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder.

After a few more pumps, he finished and pulled out, finally untying you and letting you free. You wanted to charge at him and destroy him, but that would have to wait till later because you were exhausted. You fell into him and he held you up, allowing you to wear his hoody.

Tabula Rasa

Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 78,300
Summary:  Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?

Here’s a Dean and Cas reunion fic with a twist to end all reunion fics. But also this is an engaging magical mystery in its own rights. It’s the kind of story I am used to finding among published fiction or posted during fic challenges - well plotted, beautifully written, with subtle foreshadowings and neat twists. 

The fic starts with Cas writing an article about yet another busted supernatural case. Yes, this is a human AU, yes supernatural exists just like on the show and Cas is one of the rare people who knows about it. I love Cas’ characterization here. He’s so weary and exhausted by life, yet he keeps going. His only hope is one day, somewhere to find his Dean and he holds onto that even at his lowest moments. The fic takes its time to tell us about how Cas and Dean met and why they parted. It was not what I expected. Then, when Cas  finally meets Dean, nothing goes as he’s expected either. This story surprised me at every turn. I loved trying to guess the mystery of the main event and when it was revealed, damn, be careful what you wish for, is all I can say. Truly, this a wonderful story about second chances, bittersweet reunions and making amends for past regrets.

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!

Tell Me About It

Characters: Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader, samsteve (mentioned)

Warnings: none???crying????

A/N: (it’s short so there’s not much of a reader description. But y'all know that I always write with a poc!Reader in mind.

Word count: 400 exactly



Originally posted by bucha-nan

 Bucky was used to waking up to an empty bed. Y/n would wake up at the crack of dawn, go for a run, start the coffee, then relax while she waited on Bucky to wake up and make breakfast. It was a routine they slipped into quickly after moving in together. Bucky was in domesticated bliss and he wouldn’t have it any other way.  

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The Joker x Reader - “See No Evil”

The Joker stole 10 glass vials containing an experimental new substance from The Wayne Industry Laboratories. J was moving the ampules into a new case when one was accidentally dropped and now he can’t see. The doctor said it’s a temporary side effect and it shouldn’t last more than a couple of weeks. You are so taking advantage of the situation even if you’ll pay for it later.

You steal a lot of kisses.

The Joker gets out of the shower with his eyes closed, leaning over to reach the towel.

“Muah,” you peck his lips and back out before he snatches you.

“Stop it, Kitten! It’s really annoying when I can’t see and you just…”

“Muah,” you kiss him again, not intimidated by his complaints.

“Are you serious?! Cut it out!” J steps out dripping wet and you yank the towel from his hand. “Give it back, Y/N! I’m getting mad and I…”

“Muah!” you make him shut up, kissing those soft lips again.

“This is outrageous! I’m the Joker and you just can’t…”


“Dammit, woman, this is stupid!” he takes a few hesitant steps, careful not to bump into anything. He hears you snickering and he knows you’re close. “Give me back my towel or I’ll shoot you, I swear!” J protests, irked.

“Good luck with that; I stashed everything away, you’ll never find your weapons. Hehehehe!” you giggle when he almost touches you but… you elude him.

“Come here, Kitten. NOW! I mean it! If you don’t…”

“Muah!” you steal another kiss and this time you give up, letting him catch you because you feel sorry for him: for once The King of Gotham is pretty helpless.

You start drying his hair with the towel, while he purrs, irritated at your behavior and enjoying being spoiled in the same time. You’re getting groped and pinched as revenge for the repeated offenses against The Clown Prince of Crime. Can’t whine about it since you are the first to admit you deserve it.

“There, done,” you conclude, guiding him towards the bedroom so he can put some clothes on. “What do you wanna wear today?” you ask, leaving him by the bed so you can grab the clothes from the closet.

“My Armani silver suit,” J replies, messing around with his green hair. “You’d better not trick me, I’ll know!” he threatens and you don’t care.

“Sure, whatever you say,” you snort and hear him huff.

“I would! So that better be what I asked for,” he points his finger towards you but he has the wrong direction…Poor Mister J.

“To your left baby,” you give him a hint and now he points in the right direction. The Joker opens his eyes, trying to focus his gaze on something but there is only darkness so he gives up and closes his eyes again.

“Pumpkin, hurry up,” he growls, impatient. A few days passed and he’s till blind as a bat. Yes, this is a pun but can’t share with him; probably would not appreciate it too much for the moment being.

You actually pick the dark purple Armani suit to give to him because you like it better than the silver one. Same fabric and cut, he won’t know it’s a different color.

“J, can you please open your eyes?” you plead.

“I can’t see so there’s no point,” he grouchily mumbles.

“But I like your blue eyes and I wanna see them. Comeeee onnnn, make me happy.”

The Joker mutters something you can’t understand and does as requested.

“There you are!” you cheerfully smile and go towards the balcony so you can get the blanket from the sofa.

“I’ll have you know, Doll…” J clearly has a speech in mind he wants to clear out. Yet…

“Baby, I’m over here, you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

“Huh?” he puffs, antagonized with the interruption.

“To your right…More…More…There, now you’re facing me.”

You don’t know how come he has no sense of orientation. Can’t he hear your voice?!

“I’ll have you know, Doll…What the hell was I talking about?” he stops and debates.

“I have no idea, but I’m taking you to out spot on the hill so we can enjoy the nice weather.”

“I’m not going, I have stuff to do and…”

“Muah!” you kiss him again to shut him up.
“Dammit, cut it out!” and he doesn’t fight it too much as you haul him away. “I remembered what I wanted to tell you: quit bugging me with dumb things and don’t take advantage of my temporary lack of vision!”
“Of course, baby,” you are fast to agree.

I’m the Joker and…”

“Muah, yes, I know,” you smirk, tired on how stubborn and feisty he is.

“Stop kissing me every 5 seconds for God’s sake!” your boyfriend snaps, tugging on your arm.

“A-ha,” you reply and sound unconvincing.


You brought food and grape soda to the little picnic and now J’s sitting on the blanket, fidgeting with his jacket. He takes it off and continues to fuss:

“When are we going back? We have to go on that heist tonight.”

“You’re not going anywhere, are you kidding me? You’re blind,” you move around so you can put the food together.

“I don’t care, I have to go. You’re coming so you can be my eyes.”

“I’m over here,” you cup his face and turn it towards you since apparently he’s addressing the tree you’re both under. “We have to postpone, it’s too dangerous. We’ll have to wait until your eyesight is back, alright?”

“This sucks!” he determines with such pathos it makes you shrivel. You know he’s frustrated; definitely not used to being like this. “It’s so dull, why am I even here?” The Joker sulks, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t even see. How’s the view?” he lets himself go on his back, staring at the sky he can’t discern.

“The view is…breathtaking,” you announce, hovering over him, not even paying attention to the landscape. He’s so handsome in that suit and green shirt.

“Well, I can’t tell so it sucks for me,” he grumbles some more, having no idea you gaze at him.

“I very much enjoy the scenery,” you reply, amused J has no clue you’re talking about him.

“Well, good for you, Princess and I must…”
“Muah!” you lean over to kiss him since he’s sooo grumpy. But this time he kisses you back without commenting on it. “Isn’t this romantic baby?” you moan in his ear, glad you get to spend time together.

“I wouldn’t know, Doll, I can’t see crap,” J pouts.

“I’ll let you know I look very pretty today. I have a rose in my hair,” you take his hand and let him feel it, aiming to cheer him up. “Say something romantic J ,” you suddenly urge your boyfriend.

“Like what?”

“Say you love me,” you bite on your lip, waiting.

“Is it obvious I’m rolling my eyes? Can’t really tell since I’m blind.”

You kick his knee with yours.

“Yeah, it’s obvious! Say it!” you repeat, pulling on his sleeve.

“Uhhhh…I love you.”

“Woowwww, can you put more soul into it?! You sound more enthusiastic when you order your coffee,” you affirm with a displeased grimace.

“I really love coffee, that’s why. You…Mehh,” the Joker admits, being a complete jerk since he’s a bad mood.

“Good, because I don’t love you either,” you push his hand away from your rose and start reading on your book. “I should leave you here and call the cops. Or just signal Batsy,” you bite on your cheek, flustered.

“Pffttt!” he scoffs, confident you won’t.

“Wanna eat now?” you bitterly ask, bugged by his attitude.

“No. What are you munching on?” he wants to know since he hears the repeating crunching noises.

“Pretzels, you want one?” you offer him the choice. You return to your reading and after a few seconds you realize you still hold the pretzel right in front of his face.

Duh, he can’t see.

“Here,” you feed him and he eats it, but still objects.

“You don’t have to feed me, I’m perfectly capable to…”

“Here’s another one,” you shove it in his mouth so he’ll zip it.

I’m the Joker and…”

Even if you’re mad at him, you steal another kiss, hoping he will shut it down.

“Muah,” and before he can retaliate you resume: “Want me to order you business cards that say I’m the Joker?”

“Stop being sassy, woman, and give me another pretzel!” he grumbles in a low voice, scooting over towards you.


“Hey, baby, if you can find me you get a bonus tonight!” you playfully giggle, trying to light up the atmosphere. J’s been moping around and didn’t move from the couch since you came back from the picnic.

“What’s the bonus?” he grins, instantly interested.

“To your right J. More…more. That’s it, now you’re looking my way.”

Why is he so hopeless when it comes to this?!

“Oh, you will love it! Find me first and you’ll have the time of your life.”

“I’m not in the mood for games Y/N. Just com’ere.”

“Nope, you’ll have to find me mister Jaayyyy,” you whine in a high pitch tone.

“Kaayyyy, you’ll see what happens to you. I’m the Joker and…”

“I already ordered the business cards for you, I am sure you can use them,” you snicker, teasing him. You know he’ll take revenge but at least he’s out of that accursed apathy.

“Did you really?!” and he gets up, taking  a few steps ahead and stumbles on the coffee table before you can warn him. “Goddammit!” J furiously kicks the table.

“Are you OK?”

“No, I think I twisted my ankle,” he reaches down and you rush to help.

“Jesus, baby, I’m so sor…”
“Got’cha!!” he fastly snatches you, trapping you in his arms.

“Hey, no cheating!” you try to unsuccessfully escape.

“Says who?” J purrs, fighting to unbutton your shirt with one hand and still holding you captive with the other.

“J…J…J !” you stop his fingers and want to laugh.

“S-stupid buttons!” he angrily stutters, trying harder, violently pulling on your shirt with all his strength. You try to keep his hand in place.

“J…J…stop! These buttons are just sewed to the fabric for decoration, they won’t unbutton.”

“Shit, not seeing anything sucks!” The King of Gotham has an outburst of frustration and it makes you miserable. You wish you could help him but there is nothing you can do.

You look into his blue eyes that just can’t focus on yours and whisper:
“Why can’t you see yet?”

“I don’t know Pumpkin, it irritates me,” and you know The Joker means it.

It’s a blessing he can’t notice how worried you are because it shows all over your face; it would make things worse.

“I’m sure your vision will return shortly…yes?” you encourage him while he continues to struggle with your bra now.

“J…J…J! This bra has a front clasp.”

J stomps his foot, not knowing if it’s funny or the opposite.

“This is stupid!” he grumbles, totally fed up with his current situation. I’m the Joker and…”

“Please hold it together until we get the business cards, ok, baby?” you elbow him, hoping his attitude will change.”  He frowns, then smirks and lifts you up in his arms.

“Actually that’s not a bad idea. Tell me where, Doll.”
“Straight, left… more to your left. Stop! Right…straight…couch! You made it back to your bonus spot! Can you find what you need without seeing?”

You get dropped on the couch while J snarls, licking his lips.
“I know exactly where everything is, I don’t need my eyes for that. I made it until now, hm?”

You smile, refusing to answer the question, pulling him on top of you:

“You definitely deserve the bonus, you got mad skills, I’m telling you.”

“Sure do,” he growls, starting to get irked by your comment so he bites your lip as revenge.

“Auch! Heeey, behave!” you sulk, biting him back.

“Told you I know where everything is,” he triumphantly brags as you take off his Batsy t-shirt.


Two more weeks pass and your boyfriend is still blind. You are starting to get really worried, especially since his mood is worsening. You actually feel sorry for both of you. You stay awake most of the nights, going on the balcony to reflect on what should happen next: should you kidnap more doctors and bring them over to one of the hideouts so they can examine J? Should you take over a clinic and transport him to the location for another eye exam?

You really don’t know how to go about it because no matter what you suggest, The Joker replies with: ”No need to; anytime now.” Why?…Who understands his logic? He’s infuriated about it himself but refuses to act.

*Another morning in Paradise

“What do you want to wear today, baby?” you happily ask, scraping the leftovers of your patience in order to maintain a positive atmosphere.

“One of my white shirts and black pants,” The Joker coldly responds.

You decide you’ll give him a purple shirt since he didn’t wear the color in about 2 days and you miss seeing it on him. You take out the hanger.

“I said white, Pumpkin, are you deaf?”

You want to put it back when it hits. You slowly turn around, dropping the shirt.

“You…you can see??!!”

J has that diabolical twinkle in his eyes and sucks on his cheeks, satisfied with himself.

“Yeah, isn’t it obvious?”

Like, you bore him so much with your inquiry.

“Since…since when?!” you keep on repeating words because you are more than baffled.

“Since yesterday morning, jeez, calm down. Why are you so worked up? I started seeing some shapes and it just got better and better.”

You’re speechless.

“And…and you didn’t bother to tell me?!” you whimper, vexed at the revelation.

“It was fun to see you struggle,” and his crazy laugh fills the room.

“Fun?!” you fight to keep the tears in, full of indignation. “Fun?! Do you know I didn’t sleep in 2 weeks, worried sick, trying to find a solution for your problem?!”

“Well, that’s your fault, Princess, not mine.”

You mouth opens and no sounds come out.

“Wha’?” J stretches, indifferent to your rant, starting to walk towards you. “Aren’t you glad I can see? Com’ere!”

“You…you…are the worst boyfriend ever,” you justly conclude, sniffling, sneaking by the wall towards the elevator.

“Thanks, I’m trying.”

“It’s not funny!” you cross your arms on your chest, outraged at the whole situation.

“Good, because I’m serious.”

“You…you’re horrible!”

You really want to be excited and go kiss him or something but your mind says no.

“Pumpkin, where are you going?” The Joker raises his voice.

“I don’t know!” you flare your hands around, upset as you can be, actually telling the truth. You want to be out of there.

“Y/N!!!” J angrily shouts when you press the button for the elevator. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of paying attention to his tantrum. You hear him slam drawers.

“Baby Doll!!!!” he screams even louder and you finally look his way.

J holds one of the vials with the experimental substance he kept hidden after selling the rest.

“Nobody leaves me!!! I tell you when you can leave, got it?!”

You get startled.

“What is that?!”
“You know what it is!!! You’re not leaving me!!!” he pants, enraged you’re not obeying and backs out on the balcony, locking the glass sliding door on his side.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You stump towards the closed door, having a bad feeling.

“You can’t leave!!!” he punches the glass, placing the ampule under his shoe.

“Wha…What are you doing?! Don’t!!! Hey, I’m not leaving, OK?”

“You’re lying, I can always tell when you lie,” The Joker taps on the glass, staring at you.

“I’m not lying, stop it! Open up!” you beg, agitated, trying to kick the door open.

“No,” he replies, surprisingly calm all of the sudden. He steps on the vial, breaking it to pieces and you watch horrified as the thin vapors crawl up his body.

“Close your eyes!!!“ you shout, imploring and he shakes his head in negation. “This is childish, stop it! Close your eyes!!!”


“Why are you doing this? You won’t see for weeks again!” you start bawling, still pounding on the glass.

“Keeping up with my worst boyfriend ever reputation,” he growls with his eyes opened despite your efforts to change his mind. “You’ll have to be my eyes again, you can’t leave.”

“For God’s sake, I was just going for a drive so I could cool down!!!” you keep on crying and he feels his eyes starting to burn. You feel so sorry for yourself having to deal with him blind again.

“Don’t care, you can’t leave me,” he smiles and slowly blinks. Your image is fading bit by bit and after a few more seconds he’s in complete blackness…again. Courtesy of his awesome boyfriend material expertise.


You got the business cards you ordered for him: one side is green, the other one purple. A laughing mouth on the front, I’m the Joker in bold letters inscribed right under. You have to describe the design to him since he can’t see.

“I can’t believe you actually ordered them,” J tilts his head, apparently displeased, holding a few in his hand.

“You can use them; you always like to say you’re The Joker so they will come in handy.”

“You’re so annoying, Y/N.”

“Muah,” you steal a kiss, stretching your optimism on new levels you didn’t think you can reach.

“Cut it out, Kitten, don’t take advantage of the situation!”

“You did it to yourself, baby, sooo…I don’t know what to tell you,” you begin loading guns because you’re bored to the max since you can’t do anything fun for a while. AGAIN. Courtesy of J’s stubbornness.

“You can’t talk to me like this, I’m the Joker and…”

“Told you those business cards will come in handy!” you are fast to interrupt.

“I swear I’m gonna kill you, Doll!” he points out in the wrong direction, what else. He truly is hopeless.

You sigh:

“To your right…More…More…There, now you are pointing my way.”

“I want a bonus,” he grumbles, still pointing.

“A bonus?! For what?!”

“For being the worst boyfriend ever. I think I’ve earned it.”

Wow, who can understand his logic?!

But you abandon your current project and go sit in his lap on the armchair, glaring in his blue eyes that can’t focus on yours. AGAIN. For a few weeks. Courtesy of J’s great ability to take amazingly selfish decisions.
“I should really call the cops or signal Batsy,” you whisper, brushing his green hair with your fingers. “You’re a terrible boyfriend.”

“I am, here’s my business card,” he takes one out of his pocket, placing it in your cleavage after a bit of a struggle.

You silently laugh and kiss his forehead, debating on that bonus. And you decide he should have it.

Courtesy of your awesome girlfriend material skills.

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“Sweets” (Leo Smut)

Originally posted by xxinkeyxx

Title: Sweets

Featuring: Leo (VIXX) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17. A little Dom!Leo

Summary: You’re supposed to be making Christmas cookies, but Leo is easily distracted.

Requested by  @jirachoi93 ! If you’d like a winter/Christmas scenario, go here!

Taekwoon stirred the dough with intent, a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder. He was serious when it came to food; cooking it, eating it, serving it, it didn’t matter. He was always totally consumed in his task.

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Request: Could you do a fanfic where Newt has a emotional breakdown?

~I can feel the feels already. Here we go! :) I hope you enjoy!~

“Niffler, stop that now!”

“Pickett, I know. Give me one second, please.”

“Dougal, the occamies are fine, leave them be right now….never mind, Dougal, please help them.”

Newt ran around the case, trying to keep his creatures under control. For some reason, they all decided that today was the day to drive their owner mad.

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Good for you

Just finished this while writing the other blurbs. I hope you guys like it. xx


Originally posted by haroldmysmolbaby

Oh my God!” You exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of your lips in loud cackles as you leaned back against him, body shaking, tears in your eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from hunching over his leg, hands on your tummy as you lost your breath due to how much you were laughing and Harry looked at you, his back against the headboard and eyes squinted in a mean glare. 

“It’s not even tha’ funny.” He grunted, hand slapping playfully at your pantie clad ass making you jump a bit, his lips in a pout as he looked back his laptop.

You were scrolling through YouTube, looking at a few tutorials and new movie trailers, winding down from a rough week at uni when you stumbled upon some old One Direction interviews. Not minding a quick trip down memory lane, you clicked the little image of Harry and Niall and started watching.

Harry being your doting boyfriend, was sitting back against the headboard, his hands playing with your hair, with you between his legs as you leaned on his chest, laptop perched on your knees as you stared at his younger self, short hair and tanned skin clad in a black t-shirt talking in the screen.

“Could you tell me some of your dating deal-breakers?” The journalist asks, a smirk splitting Harry’s face in the video as he asks in a cheeky voice “K, how long have you got?” Typical Harry, always being a tease.

“A first date deal-breaker. What turns you off?” The journalist continues and Niall starts mumbling along, encouraging Harry to help him out.

He proceeds then to say a few details of what would rule someone out for him, being late one of the things he hates and you were well aware, making you roll your eyes at him.  Just then, he utters the worst thing you have ever heard leave his mouth during an interview, the room falling silent for a hot second before the hoard of journalist bursts in laughter.

“I always say if a girl ever spits. I don’t think I’ve ever dated a girl who’s, like, spat.” He’s gesticulating, talking in a serious tone before he realizes his mistakes, making his eyes widen.

You couldn’t believe he thought it was ok to say that during a press conference. The more he tried to fix it, the worst it got.

You’d never seen him so flustered, slapping down his microphone in a frustrated outburst. You’re used to his calm and collected persona, well thought out answers and deep monotone voice. The kid on the screen was completely different from the short haired man who was sitting behind you at the moment, on a break from his filming schedule.

“I’m s-sorry, baby.” You told him, wiping your eyes from the stray tears and rubbing your cheeks that by then had started to hurt from how much you were laughing. “It’s just…” You tried, but started laughing again and Harry rolled his eyes, arms locking around you and hand covering your mouth, a gasp leaving your lips in surprise.

“That’s enough out o’ yeh, hum?!” He grunted on your year, teeth biting down on the skin of your neck and making you shudder in his arms. Your hands reached up, pulling his big one from your mouth and turning back to glare at him, scrambling away from his dizzying touch.

“Wanker.” You mumbled, chucking a pillow towards him and turning back, making your way to the kitchen.

You were fixing yourself a cup of tea when the idea strikes you. He always gets away with whatever he wants, even if it comes out wrong but you weren’t quite done teasing him about it. A smirk takes over your features, hands that were busy with stirring the tea leave their task, the warm drink left untouched once you make up your mind.

Your walk back to the room has a hop to it, excitement and mischief boiling in your tummy and you cross to your shared bedroom with a coy smile on your face. Harry has his attention glued to his laptop and you can see it had something to do with work, because he has a furrow on his brow and his lips are turned a bit down, an intense stare being directed towards the e-mail that’s currently taking over the screen.

“Something wrong?” You question, hopping up on your side of bed and leaning against the headboard, scooting closer to him so you can drop a kiss to his shoulder.

“It’s the film…” He mumbles, not sparing you a glance and rolling down, reading over the words. “We’ll have to reshoot a few things.”

“That’s a shame…” You mumble, pressing kiss after kiss to his shoulder, his rolled up sleeves making it easier for you to run your lips through his skin. His arms are bigger, biceps strong with all the working out he’s been putting in for the film and his neck is stronger too, his shoulder even more defined and you love it. You turn your body towards him, kneeling before you’ve got your face tucked into his neck and an arm around him and he’s grunting at you.

“Babe, I need t’ work.” He tells you, trying to maneuver around your arm so he can see the screen of his MacBook. You roll your eyes before you bite down on the junction of his shoulder and his neck and he grunts, hands reaching for your hips. “I really need to work, love.”

“You’re on break.” You state, a definitive tinge to your voice. “And I wanna see if I’m a good candidate…”

“Wha’?” He questions, looking at you with a confused frown and eyes set on your smirking figure.

“For a date.” You tell him and you wait for him to catch on, but he still doesn’t, frowning ever harder as he plucks at his bottom lip.

“What’d you mean? You want t’ go out? Now? It’s late, love.” He asks and then you roll your eyes at him, reaching for the silvery laptop and slapping it shut, putting it away at the foot of the bed before you crawl back to him, kneeling in between his spread legs and reaching for the ties of his sweats.

“Am I good for you? Good for a date?“ You ask and he’s looking even more confused with every words that leaves your mouth. ”Let’s see if I can swallow…“ You tell him and he gasps when your warm hand dips into his pants, coming in contact with his soft member right away. Most of the time when he’s home, he ditches the underpants and right at this moment, it works perfectly for you. You have him between your fingers in a second and you caress him lightly, leaning forward to plant a kiss to his lips. He’s got an affronted expression, like it was the last thing he’d expected you to do and you enjoyed seeing him so speechless, because it didn’t happen often. You were tempted to ask if his shock was because you made fun of him or because you were so quick to jump on him but your want to have him in your mouth was stronger.

Pulling your hand away for a second, you grappled at the soft t-shirt that covered his skin, pulling it off and away from him, his sweats being next in your pursuit. He was naked as the day he was born, cock sporting a semi and eyes set on you. He was looking at you with darkness in his eyes as you perched on top of him, still dressed and eager to touch him.

Your mouth was on his the next moment, your tongue licking his bottom lip teasingly before you dipped into his mouth eagerly. It was dirty, open mouth kisses and teeth pulling on his pink plump bottom lip, his hands  clutching tightly to the fabric of your knickers on the sides of your hips. You were rolling against him, making him harder under you and rubbing nicely against your covered center, all the while you had your hands buried in his hair and your tongue tasting his.

His hand is cupping your face, thumb rubbing your kiss swollen bottom lip as you pull away before you wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue and his cock twitches inside his pants, your eyes locked on his and you swear you can read his thoughts, explicit on the bright green of his orbs. Your tongue is playing his digit as well as you’d lick his dick and his mouth is open in a soundless moan as he looks at the filthy image in front of him.

Both of your breathings were turning labored, the quicker you moved against him and the deeper you kissed. You pulled and scratched at the skin of his chest and shoulders, angry red scratches on top of the ink making you smile as you pulled away to nibble and bite at his neck. You wanted to mark him, leave purple splotches and bring blood to the surface, just like he did wit you. Instead, you settled on pulling away from him, settling back between his strong thighs. He gawks, offended and reaches for you, pulling you back into a quick kiss before you push him back, tapping his naked hips with your fingers as an order for him to scoot down and get comfortable.

Harry’s looking at you like you’re the most fascinating thing he has ever seen and your skin crawls with want, your eyes racking down his body and fixing their gaze on to his bobbing cock, hard against his stomach and your mouth waters.

“You have such a pretty cock…” You whine, reaching for him and wrapping it around your fingers, looking up at him.  

“Do I, now?” Harry asks, a bit low on his throat and you nod, planting a kiss to his tip as you watch his eyes fluttering close when your tongue dips out and you kitten lick the slit atop of his tip.

“Not supposed to be pretty, but…” You say, sucking on the tip and pulling away, a strip of saliva connecting your lips to his pink cock. “…yours is.”

Scooting closer, you lean down, holding him up before your tongue licks at his length in slow strokes and thorough precision, getting him wet from base to tip. Your hand strokes up and down and you let a bit of spit fall on his tip, making the head a bit wetter. You’re teasing and you know he hates it, a shallow grunt coming out of him when you sponge kisses up his length.

“I want your mouth, baby.” Harry asks, eyes open and looking down at you between his legs.

You’re the picture of the his dreams, dressed on his clothes, your lips glistening and red, eyes eager and hands on his cock and he wants you to just suck on him. He wants it so bad and you’re teasing and he doesn’t like it one bit. He knows it’s coming to bite him on his arse, from all the times he’d teased you before he licked you to your orgasm but it’s not fair. Not when you look this good, not when you want it too and specially not when he’s been deprived of the feeling of your hot pretty mouth around him for so long.

“C'mon, gimme a lick.” He encourages you, voice as deep as when he wakes up, pure gravel and lust. His green eyes are dark and almost in slits, the slow pulls and strokes of your hands enough to pull him into submission. He loves when you touch him just as much as when you allow him to settle into your hot wet center and he’s always grateful for anything you give him.

“You want a lick, Harry?” You ask, kissing under his belly button and licking the small patch of hair that leads to his cock. Your hands never stop moving and you continue to love on him, kissing along the ferns inked on his skin and nibbling lightly on the place where his thigh meets his hip. He jerks up and you giggle, licking the same spot. “Say please.

“Baby, c'mon…” He whines, his eyes locking with your and he sighs, a frown on his forehead.

Say please, Harry.” You lick at his tip again, sucking lazily just to urge him on and his breathing falters. Your finger runs lightly over his balls and he hisses when you cup him in your warm hand.

“Fuck, please.” He gives in, whining and reaching for your hair and you smile. “Please, love.”

“Good boy.” You tell him and sink down, holding him up in a fist and sinking until your lips touch the hand that’s holding his base. Tightening your lips around him, you pull up and he moans, fingers rubbing on the swell of your cheek, where the head of him I showing.

Your hands pull away while you suckle on the pink head of him before you bob down, each time taking him a bit further down, before hollowing your cheeks and pulling up. His legs jerk up and he looks down, entranced with the view of you playing him, your hand pumping as you kitten lick the his slit. Your free hand runs up and down his thigh, pinching on his pudgy love handle before your nails rake down his sensitive skin and he breaths in deeply, trying to keep quiet.

He liked to be the one eliciting the breathy moans and high pitched whines from you, not used to being the one begging, but you wanted to hear him. You wanted to make him lose his damn mind.

Pulling off of him with a filthy pop, your hands pump him lazily, the wetness of your mouth making it easier for your hands to move and you have a tight grip on his cock, thumb tapping on his tip and a giggle running up your mouth when he looks at you offended.

He’s glistening and rock hard on your hands, beads of pre-come splurging on top of him and making it easier to move your hands up and down, twisting when you get to the top. You lay down, tummy pressing to the mattress and arms supported by his thighs, your feet crossed high up in the air, bum fully exposed in your barely there knickers as you kiss and lick from his base to his tip before leaning down further and sucking on his balls. The unexpected move makes him moan your name and tangle his big fingers on your hair, pulling you up until he’s sliding across your swollen and slick bottom lip. He sounds so good and tastes so nice and heavy on your tongue that you moan around him, bobbing up and down in quick successions, setting up a pace that’s making his toes curl and his hips jerk up into your mouth. You’re sucking him like a lollipop, the ones you love and that makes your mouth water, just like he does and you can’t stop moaning. Your eyes are closed and you enjoy the pressure of him getting deeper and deeper down your throat until you press down all at once, gagging and tightening your throat around him, the loud moan coming from you thrumming on his member and making Harry sputter around his words.

“F-fuck, that’s it. That’s it, baby girl. Get me down your throat. Fuck, f-fuck.” He’s sputtering and his voice is gravel and want, his stomach jumping and hands pulling on your hair, your scalp stinging like the sting of his hands slapping on your ass and you welcome the pain, the pressure and pulse between your legs too strong to ignore, desire pooling in your center. You loved having him like this just as much as you loved him with his face buried between your legs and it gave you shivers just thinking about how he’d taste when he finally came. “Fuck me, you’re so good fo’ me…”

You pull up and look up at him, breathless and with an ache in your jaw, but happy that you’re making him feel good. “Want you to fuck my mouth, k?” You tell him and his eyes widen before he pulls you up by your hair and catches your lips in a quick kiss, his hungry tongue licking into your mouth with eagerness, not minding the taste of him.

You push him back, kissing down his inked chest before you have him in your mouth again and you dig your nails on his thighs, that are tensing up beside your head before he pulls your hair in a messy ponytail and starts thrusting up, measured and controlled movements meant not to hurt you. Is not what you want and it’s not what he wants and you push your head down when he fucks up and its then that he quickens his pace, a guttural filthy long moan leaving his lips without shame.

“You’re so good, such a pretty little mouth.” He whispers, hips snapping up in quick moves and you tighten your lips. “Love having m'cock in your mouth, do yeh?” He asks and you shut your eyes around a moan, stopping him and pressing his hips down, bobbing your head quicker and deeper. Your moaning and sucking is making him stumble across his words of encouragement and sweet nothings about how good you are and how warm you feel.

“I’m gonna-” Harry mumbles, his chest rising up and down quickly with the effort of his labored breathing and his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, baby, just like tha’. Keep going, just like tha’, love …”

You pop out of him, your hand replacing your mouth and pumping him quick and hard, squeezing his head as you breath harshly.

“You’re gonna cum for me, Harry?” You ask, eyes locked with his as you pant. “Gonna fill me mouth up, so I can be a good girl for you and swallow? All of it?” Your voice is shot and hoarse and you’re all but flushed cheeks and hooded eyes, your own desire swirling deep in your belly. You want him to fuck you but you want him to finish up and coat your tongue with his seed, so you can have his taste stuck on your tongue for hours on end.

“I’m gonna cum so fucking much you won’t be able to swallow…” He grunts, pulling on your shirt and you laugh, leaning down to take him back into your mouth.

Every last drop. I want all of it.” Your voice is pure smut and he has half a mind do pull you over his lap and spank you for putting him through all this teasing, but he can’t, not right now. Your eager for him, asking him to fill your mouth with his cum and his orgasm is creeping up on him with every stroke of your fingers and lick of your tongue.

You look perfect, like a dream, your hair cascading around you and tickling the skin of his thigh. His feelings are heightened and he can only feel you, smell you and see you.

Fuck me, fuck me… F-fuck, you’re so good. Such a good girl fo’ me..” He’s mumbling and moaning, non stop, uncontrolled sounds slipping past his lips without his permission. “P-please love, take me deep.”

There’s only you on his mind, images of licking you until you scream and fucking into you deep and hard are swirling on his mind and when you start bobbing down on him again, he knows it’s his undoing. You have him deep inside your throat, cheeks hollowed and the pressure and tightness is so good and overwhelming, the vibrations of your moans running up his spine.

Your hands pull on his balls and you pull up, sucking just on the tip of him and pumping your hand in quick tight strokes and he can only see white.

FUCK!” He screams, cumming before he know it, shooting hot spurts of his seed deep down your throat, coating your mouth. He knows it’s a lot, your cough around him letting him know you’re having difficulty to keep everything in your mouth but once you lift up, his cock limp on his stomach, you make a show out of swallowing everything he gave you. There’s a bit dripping down your chin and you make a sound, a deep bellied moan, shivering when you swallow his load. Your thumb catches he remnant drop that dribbled out of your lips and you lick it. He shivers at the sight, his hand reaching for your shirt and pulling you closer on top of him, his deep languid kiss making your thighs shake.

Harry’s looking at you with hazy eyes while you straddle him. He’s got this amazed look on his face, an admiration that makes you squirm and blush and he’s spent, the blush on his chest subsiding now that he’s coming down from his high. He’s breathing in bullets and he’s silent for a long time before you decide enough is enough.

“So…” You started, fingertips circling the intricate designs on his skin, his hands  caressing your thighs. “Am I a good candidate?”

“Wha’?” He’s dumbfounded, looking at you like he doesn’t quite get what you mean. “Have to help me out here, love. You just blew my fookin’ mind…” His accent is thick on his tongue and his words roll together, numb hands rubbing up his face and you giggle.

“I swallowed didn’t I? Am I good for a date?” Your eyes shine with mischief and he looks at you with a smirk, shaking his head in disbelief.

Such a tease.” Harry’s hands play with the elastic of your knickers, his thumb running over the wet spot on the fabric and you roll your hips with the feeling of his touch. “Should take you over m'knee just for that stunt…”

Please.” You breath out, eyes closing shut as his thumb continues to rub you through your panties, right where your neglected and needy clit is. Begging for him was always something you were willing to do, specially when he was talking about marking you up and leaving his traces on your skin.

“You’re good. You’re perfect. Only one I wanna date.” He tells you when he leans up, catching your lips in a kiss at the same time his fingers dip inside your pants and he rubs on your slippery slit with skillful fingers. “My good girl.” He claims you and you nod, nails digging on the skin of his shoulders as he continues to touch you.

You’re shaking and mewling for him in seconds, your little stunt winding you up more than you could possibly imagine. His taste is still strong on your tongue and all you can smell is him as he kisses up your neck, leaving his marks as pleases. “Please, Harry, please.”

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ve got yeh…

i’m so in love with cody christian he’s such a kind hearted person, i love him so much and i’m so glad that his two week project with teen wolf turned into a two year run. he got the recognition he deserved and i enjoyed every second of screen time he had and portrayed this flawed character theo raeken. he puts so much passion and heart into his work and you can tell how grateful he is for this opportunity he received. 

i’m upset to see the show end but i hope cody lands much bigger roles because he truly deserves it.

The Second Day: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request from Anon: Hiii, could you do a Stiles imagine where y/n has her period and Stiles can tell bc he know her so well so the second day of it (which is the worst day) He shows up at her house and take care of her? Just tons of fluff and hugs and kisses please??

This is just super fluffy, so I hope it’s okay for you! Enjoy x 

Buried under the duvet was currently where you wanted to stay. It was a safe place away from the busy lives of those in Beacon Hills, the perfect hideaway. Of course, it couldn’t keep you safe from everything forever. Especially not the stabbing pains in your stomach which ranged in intensity every five damn minutes. 

Whoever thought giving women periods was a good idea needed shooting. In the head. Multiple times. 

You’d been left home alone, your parents using your cycle as a good excuse to go out. We don’t want to disturb you, dear. We know how hard the second day is for you.

Yeah, of course you do. 

So, naturally, the sound of the front door opening came as a surprise. Whoever it was came bounding up the stairs, and you buried yourself further under your covers for protection. You know, just in case the mysterious intruder was here to murder you. 

“That bad, huh?”

Recognising the familiar voice, you peered over the edge of the duvet, sighing in relief when you saw Stiles standing there, his arm slung over the door. 

“How did you get in?”

“Oh, it’s nice to see you too.”

The glare he earned from you was enough to make him answer. 

“Your mom told me where you guys keep the spare key. Under the doormat, seriously? That’s how people get burgled in movies.”

You would have laughed if it didn’t hurt so much. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you here?”

Stiles walked over the bed, nudging you over slightly before kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling your head to his chest, and letting you snuggle into him. You sighed. Stiles Stilinski was a much better comfort blanket than anything the duvet had to offer. 

“Y/N. As your boyfriend, it is my obligation to make sure that you are taken care of any time you’re ill. And that includes periods. Especially on the second day. That’s just the worst.”

You smiled into him. How in the hell did you end up with him?

“Well, thanks,” you noticed the bag on the floor next to him, “what did you bring?”

Stiles smiled, kissing the top of your head before reaching down to lift the bag from the carpeted floor and spilling the contents on the bed. It was a heap of what seemed to be random items, but you were sure Stiles had made sure each had its own good intention. 

He began to go through them, giving an explanation for each in true Stiles Stilinski fashion. 

“Pillows, always great for cuddling, I mean, when you don’t have me around. Blankets, for hiding under when we watch one of those crappy horror movies later. Crappy horror movies to make us both laugh. Crappy rom-coms, well, you just seem to like them.”

Love Actually is not a crappy movie. And 50 First Dates is the cutest thing.”

“Yeah, right. Star Wars for me when you fall asleep, which you will inevitably do after eating all this ice-cream. Ice-cream because apparently it makes girls feel better, or is that for after break ups? Never mind, ice-cream still makes you feel good. Chocolate, because if it makes Harry feel better after a Dementor attack, it’ll make you feel wonderful. And I think that’s it,” Stiles beamed down at you, an expression that warmed your heart at how proud he seemed to be taking care of you. 

But then you noticed that he hadn’t finished his list. 

“Stiles, did you buy me sanitary products?”

The red tinge to his cheeks almost made you forget the aching pain in your stomach, and as he fumbled for words you took his cheeks in your hands. 

“That’s so sweet, Stilinski”, you placed a kiss to his lips as his hands found your waist. Pulling away, you took the bar of chocolate from his lap and grabbed your laptop, ready for a movie. 

As you put Love Actually on, Stiles’ lips once again found the top of your head. Leaning back into him, you began to think how maybe the second day of your period wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought. 

“You know, I didn’t actually buy those. That sanitary stuff, I mean. I made Scott do it. You should’ve seen his face.”

You laughed, wishing you had been there to see the two boys fussing about at the store the day Stiles had decided to go shopping for you. You reached up to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek before pressing play on the title screen currently occupying the laptop. 

Stiles braced himself for the movie. As much as he loved you, he was hoping you’d fall asleep soon. 

He really wanted to watch Star Wars.



Work was always getting in the way of his time with Lestrade. There would be times when he would have to go several days, sometimes even multiple weeks without seeing him in person, feeling his lips against his own, or even just a touch of his hand as they sat beside each other. Mycroft exhaled deeply, tapping his fingers against his knee as he waited for the American ambassador to arrive at the British embassy. He was stuck overseas dealing with tedious politicians while Greg was back in London, dealing with… well, their usual life.

And the DI missed him just as much.

Every night, right on cue, Mycroft would instant message him as soon as he got back to the room. Of course, he could afford an international phone plan, but Greg couldn’t, and insisted that Mycroft not get one for the both of them. Reluctantly, the man agreed and settled for nightly chats on his laptop.

MH: I do apologize for this extended stay in the States. It is ever so tedious, Gregory.

The notification on his phone’s app lit up and Greg beamed as he saw who it was from. Of course it was nearly 3AM in London, but it was worth it to talk to Mycroft Holmes. He quickly tapped out his reply, yawning as he did so.

It’s taking too long. I haven’t seen you in forever, Myc. When will you be home? And just what am I supposed to do with all this delicious food I made while you were gone? -GL

A small smile appeared on Mycroft’s lips as he saw the response, and the smile grew as he realized just how instant that reply had been. Conclusion: Greg had been waiting up for his reply. It warmed the Iceman’s heart to know that someone wanted to talk to him as much as Lestrade did.

MH: That depends on what you made, my dear. Anyway, how is London faring without me? Sherlock hasn’t decimated it yet, has he?

The entire city is falling into ruins as we speak, Mycroft. I don’t think England will last much longer without you here to save it. ;) -GL

MH: Although your attempt at trying to make me worry more about you is working, please refrain from using those dastardly emoticons, Gregory. We are not teenagers with a crush on one another.

Speak for yourself. :P -GL

MH: Gregory for goodness sake. Just picture me sighing, absolutely exasperated and wondering why on earth I put up with you.

As Mycroft’s pale fingers dashed out his latest reply, he couldn’t help the feeling of joy he felt at being able to just talk to someone as easily as he could with this man. It was utterly ridiculous sometimes, but he absolutely adored that about him.

Greg meanwhile, scratched his head, rubbing his eyes. His smile was a sleepy one, but it was there nonetheless. Before he could reply to that, Mycroft sent another message, berating him for still being awake.

MH: It is nearly half 3, Gregory. Why on earth are you awake?

I couldn’t go to bed until I talked to you. It’s kind of become part of my routine. Obviously, it would be better if you were actually here, so I could hug you. -GL

And… other things. -GL

MH: Other things? Care to elaborate?

Greg swallowed harshly, having just said that as a flirtatious joke. Now he was worried he may have said something wrong. With Mycroft, sometimes it was hard to tell. Luckily, he found an innocent response.

You know, what we usually do. Cuddling, making out on the couch instead of paying attention to the movie playing in the background. Staring at each other and enjoying every second. I wish I could do all of this to you. Guess I’ll just have to settle for eating this steak dinner, alone. -GL

MH: You can make me feel guilty all you want, Gregory, but I cannot simply fly home until this policy is cleared. Trust me, you’ve no idea just how much I would rather lie next to you and hold you than deal with the tedium of this place. And, dare I say it, your insufferable insistence on tickling me, as you say, “for science.” It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, and you do not make a single application of the scientific method throughout.

Greg actually had to set his phone down from laughing so hard at that response, but he finally managed to recover and chuckled the whole time he replied to the message.

Thanks for the laugh, and the criticism. I shall ensure an entire experiment as soon as we see each other again. ;) -GL

MH: …..

MH: Gregory, you are absolutely insufferable.

;) -GL

;D – GL

MH: Gregory Lestrade, stop this now.

Then open your damn door, Mycroft Holmes. -GL

MH: What? Gregory, what are you saying? You’re not really, oh my God–

Before Mycroft could investigate further via the messenger, a knock reverberated throughout the room. He finished up his last message and glanced up. His gaze fell on the door and he rushed to it, tugging it open. There stood his Detective Inspector. His mouth fell open, right on cue because he threw his arms around the other man’s waist and dragged him inside, the kiss full of need and passion for the other.

“What the hell are you doing here? How long have you been here?” Mycroft asked as Greg pulled away to breathe. Mycroft was stunned that Greg had actually managed to surprise him.

“I missed you, and I wanted to see you.” Greg said nonchalantly as he sat down on the bed. “Plus, it was worth the trouble of getting an overnight flight on Tuesday just to get here in time to see that look of surprise on your face; it is adorable. I was overdue for a vacation anyway.”

Mycroft shook his head. Greg had managed to keep it a secret for three days? “You continuously manage to surprise me, Detective Inspector.” Mycroft also moved over to the bed, sitting down beside him, his fingers lacing with Greg’s.

“Good thing too, because I have an experiment to perform.” Greg smirked at Mycroft, who immediately tried to shift away. The Inspector tightened his grip on his hand, quickly throwing his weight on top of Mycroft to pin him down on the bed. In a moment, Mycroft was trapped and at Greg’s mercy. The DI raised his eyebrows, shifting slightly as he peered down at his boyfriend. He lightly ran a hand against Mycroft’s sides, already tickling him. But then he stopped abruptly.

“Right then…” Greg began. “For science, properly this time.”

Later, when Mycroft and Greg were getting ready to sleep in the same bed together for the first time, in a bed that absolutely was not familiar to either of them, Mycroft had trouble sleeping. So, he did what he always did when he couldn’t sleep, he talked to his boyfriend. In person, it was a hundred times better than text or a phone call would ever be.

“So, that steak dinner you told me about. Did you actually make it? Because I am quite jealous that I missed out on that one if so.”

Greg laughed and scooted closer to his boyfriend. “I didn’t make it. Had it ordered to the room.” He winked.

Mycroft’s eyes widened. “I thought I smelled a seared steak wafting through the door earlier. Wait – you’re saying you have been next door all this time? How on earth did you manage to go unspotted?”

“Because I know what you’re like, Mycroft Holmes. Based on when you message me, I know exactly what to expect.” Greg moved in to snatch a quick kiss, but Mycroft scoffed and put a finger against the other man’s lips.

“I don’t think you do, Detective Inspector.” Because then Mycroft was on top of Greg, smashing his lips against Greg’s.

In the middle of the night, when Mycroft was snoring softly next to him – god, that was so adorable, thought Greg – Lestrade grabbed up his phone and read through the messages of the day, realizing just how well his plan had worked. And when he noted that he’d missed a message just as Mycroft had thrown open the door, he beamed. He sent a quick glance over at the other man and then leaned over and planted a soft kiss against Mycroft’s forehead.

It was a simple message, but it meant more to Greg than nearly anything they had ever exchanged. After all, times like these were all about the little things.

Greg set his phone aside, the dull glow still showing on the nightstand, and the message still on the screen. He rolled over, curling up close to the man beside him before falling asleep.

On the screen was nothing more than this:

MH: :)

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He hadn’t held the door open for you.  Granted, you never really expected him to, but when it slammed shut in your face it nevertheless left a chill.

A nosy pedestrian gave you an apologetic glance, and you really wanted to tell them you were definitely not with him, not the guy that walked just as fast as he drove, mumbling a “come on” or huffing every few seconds when you’d fallen behind, not the guy who seemed to be rushing to get away from you, to the cover of the indoors.  But then the sky opened its mouth a little more and you started to feel a drizzle, the stranger was forgotten as you ducked under the awning.  And when you walked through the doors and saw Harry still clad in his practice uniform brushing off the stares that seemed to gravitate towards him, you thought, perhaps you wouldn’t completely mind if you were with him.  You waited a little awkwardly by the door along with the other normal people waiting their turn in the long line Harry had assumedly skipped.  He stood confidently, like he was standing in his living room and not like he’d just jumped to the front on one of Kean’s busiest nights, and you watched curiously as he spoke to the hostess who had the whole Urban Outfitter wardrobe and Tumblr girl pout going on.

The look you clearly weren’t going for.

When he gestured behind him with a little look your way, and the hostess followed his gaze, you offered a small smile and saw her brows knit together a bit in what you could only guess was distaste.  It stung, but you were more focused on the way he leaned towards her just the slightest to say something a little lower, and the way her pout suddenly turned up with a giggle from his huskily-spoken words.

And the way his smile broke into a smug grin as he took in her change of mood.

He broke his focus with the hostess to look back at you, still looking as smug as ever, and you cursed yourself for following him when he tossed his head to come closer.  Truly, it killed you a bit to follow this arrogant panty-dropper, and you mumbled little apologizes to the people you (not so elegantly) brushed past to get there.  You hated the stupid pangs of jealousy at his intimate actions with the hostess when in reality his words were completely meaningless, a means to an end.  Actually, you should be trying to warn the girl before it was too late and she was spread on his bed like a sloppy PB&J and thrown in the trash the next morning by a kid who decided he didn’t like the way the jelly and the peanut butter ran off the edges.

The hostess was quickly leading you through the filled tables to the only open space and when you saw it you wanted to roll your eyes.  The largest booth at the back of the room, and somehow it had Harry written all over it.  That hostess must’ve been a yoga instructor or an acrobat because you were downright struggling to maneuver through everything that quick and Harry, surprisingly, was gracious enough to wait for you.

“Why’d yeh wait by the door?” he asked.  And if you weren’t smarter, you would’ve thought you heard the smallest sliver of concern.

“It was too ridiculously crowded.  But it looks like that wasn’t a problem for you,” you observed.

“We’re friends.”  His tone was dismissive, but you couldn’t trust it.

His hand found its way to your waist to help you forward and you couldn’t quite swivel out of it in the narrow spaces between chairs and tables.

“This isn’t a date Styles.”                                                   

“Never said it was,” he countered.  “M’not cheap enough to take a girl here fo’ a date.  Plus you’re m’tutor now aren’t yeh? ‘M not that kinky.”

“Right, forgot you were rich.  Would you fly her to Spain for dinner then?” you scoffed, but you were cringing at how you couldn’t mask your sudden sour mood.

“Why, d’yeh like Spain?”

You almost seriously questioned if he would and mumbled a never mind.  You never really thought about how rich Harry was, you knew his family was well-known for something, and you were pretty sure it was a big something.  But you’d just never been sure what.  For all you knew, he could own half the oil rigs in Texas and own two private planes.  The rich weren’t exactly scarce in your town, actually it was normal for you to see Ferraris and Rolls-Royces at the grocery store on the daily, and Harry’s family was definitely situated at the top of the rich hierarchy.  You reckoned his family had a collection of exotic cars.

The hostess quickly called a waiter over to clear the table and her persistent glances towards Harry when you slid into the booth set you in a petulant mood.  He’d probably fly the hostess to Spain.  He’d probably be kinky with the hostess in Spain.

He slid in beside you and his hands brushed against yours as he did so, a tingle running up your sides from the gentle touch.

“I know m’not into role play, but you’d still look sexy in a pencil skirt,” he murmured lowly.

You practically choked on air, and before you could mumble an incoherent what? his eyes were already back on the hostess.  Bright with laughter.  And anything but innocent.

“You’re all set.  Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” she said.  And the way she looked directly at Harry with a coy smile and nonchalantly leant down to accentuate her ample cleavage made you think that yes, she really did mean anything.

“Thanks Em. ‘M glad you’re workin’ tonight,” he said warmly, with that crooked smile that could charm the knickers off your gran.  Em.  The intimacy in which he spoke those words was twisting the knife lodged deep in your stomach.

Was everything that came out of his mouth this seductive-sounding?  You weren’t making this up were you?  You couldn’t possibly.

“The usual?” she asked, in that familiar way that made you grit your teeth with annoyance.

“‘M not sure yet, we’ll get back to yeh soon,” he sent her a little wink and you swore she actually swooned.  A small flustered smile befell her and Harry was watching it all, his charming persona never faltering.  “Well when you figure it out you know where to find me,” she said, turning her head and wiggling her hips a little too much when she walked away.   Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and you were envious of how it seemed to fall so naturally, swish each way when she walked.  For a moment, you regretted throwing your hair in a bun.

Harry suddenly ran his hands up and down his face once and leant back with a sigh, your body tensing just the slightest when you sensed his arm fall just above your shoulders.

“Do you treat all your friends like that?” you asked.  You couldn’t help it, the seed had been planted and it was going to nag at you all night if you didn’t just ask him.  Besides, there was no harm in it - nothing was ever going to happen between him and you so there was no need to be bashful.

You saw the tug at his cheeks.  “Yeah, friends. I stop in every now and then.” He stopped to think a moment. “She got sloppy drunk once but that night was just a mistake all ‘round I reckon.”

“I imagine you have a lot of those,” you mused.

“I’ll never be with a woman too fucked up to enjoy it,” he said shortly. “She came onto me and she was proper embarrassed about it all the next day when I told her what ‘appened, apologized and everythin’.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

He shrugged before looking at you with an amused glimmer lighting his eyes.  “You’re the one who wanted to know.”

“I never-” your denial faltered.  Had you asked him?  “You don’t need to tell me about your sex life,” you said quickly, covering up your previous hesitation.

“The glares yeh were givin’ her said otherwise, but don’t go on and blush about it, m’flattered s’all.”  The cocky grin broke across his face and the knife you’d felt in your stomach quickly melted by a fire you weren’t quite sure you wanted to acknowledge at the moment.

“Glad we’re inside though, startin’ t’rain now innit?” His eyes never left you, and you felt forced to look outside the windows now wet from their natural shower.

“Yeah,” you sighed.  It hit you for a moment where this conversation was going and suddenly you laughed loudly.  “I refuse, absolutely refuse, to talk about the weather with you Harry.  Let’s…” You reached for your bag that wasn’t there.

“Study,” he finished for you.

“Right, but-”

Your bag.

It wasn’t there.

“Frick,” you muttered.  Harry quirked an eyebrow. “I forgot the books,” you whispered as the realization sunk in.  You could’ve sworn you’d brought them to the field, but you’d been in such a rush to get over there and then you’d ran back to put on a light coat of makeup… they were in your bag on your bed.  Along with your wallet.

You were an idiot.

Harry hadn’t said anything, but as he took in your crushed face, he barked a laugh and shook his head a bit.  “That’s classic, absolutely classic.”   Your hand shot out to shove him, but he dodged it and it only made your scowl deepen.  “Harry!  You’re laughing at your own failed English grade right now,” you whined.

His laughter subsided but only after mumbling an unbelievable under his breath.  “S’alright, we can still talk about it yeah?  ‘M sure yeh got loads of stuff in that pretty head o’ yours.”  The word pretty slipped out before he could stop it, and unnoticed by you, everything about him froze. 

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Damsel in Distress

Summary: In which Bucky is not a damsel but he is in distress and you are the only one willing to save him.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,614

A/N: First imagine, I hope you guys enjoy it xx

Originally posted by torinado

You see him the moment you walk into the small pub. With his startlingly blue eyes, sharp jawline and megawatt smile, he is hard to miss. It is also hard to miss the small group of women fawning over him as if he is the best thing to ever happen to Brooklyn.

In need of an afternoon away from another pretty boy with words as sweet as honey and intentions as impure as a married man walking into a strip club, you walk straight to the bar where your best friend is working.

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NCT 127 reaction when your playlist which is mostly kpop suddenly switches to a metal song

Taeyong: gets a wild idea that you love tough guys, disappears for 15 min and returns wearing the most ‘’metal’’ thing he could find and casually slips ‘’How do I look?’’ into the conversation about takeaway dinner

Originally posted by yonges

Taeil: is confused as fuck but is sheepishly laughing and waiting for some sort of explanation for the sudden change, fails at an awkward headbanging attempt, goes back to waiting 

Originally posted by taesyong

Yuta: enjoyed the show while you were dancing to ‘’Sorry Sorry’’, enjoys the show even now…with all his ‘’Cute!’’ shouts someone would think someone would think you’re doing the cutest performance ever seen on television

Originally posted by taesyong

Jaehyun: after that he keeps telling everyone how much fun he had that day but refuses to tell the reason…when in reality he spent a few hours on chasing you around the apartment every few seconds because ‘’I find that gap cute, ok? Can you PLEASE stop moving so I can kiss you?’’

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

WinWin: gets genuinely scared by the sudden transition, gets embarrassed because of it and spends the rest of the song desperately trying to make you forget about that, using drastic measures like pulling you up to dance and you’re like, ‘’Um..why are we in the position for waltz?’’

Originally posted by y-ta

Mark: you may not see it on his face but he’s is suddenly questioning life and the whole universe, ‘’Should I suggest a darker concept next time? Yeah, black suits me…it totally suits me!’’

Originally posted by t-yong

Haechan: will require a formal apology after the sudden change startles him

Originally posted by taebreez

anonymous asked:

Can I request numbers 1, 2, 49, 51 and 60 with Derek Hale? Pretty Please. <3

Derek Hale - “You are my sunshine.”

Derek had his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Absentmindedly he was staring at the television. He had no idea what he was watching. He just knew that you were enjoying it, which was all that really mattered to him.

“Are you still awake?” You lifted your head up. You had a hand on his chest and a smile on your face.

“Yes, I am. Don’t worry.” Derek nodded and he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Do you like the movie?” He already knew the answer, but he asked it anyway.

“I’ve already seen it a thousand times. Do you like it?” You raised your eyebrows and you cocked your head. “We can watch something else if you want?”

“No, it’s fine. If you enjoy it, I enjoy it too.” Derek shook his head and he tightened his grip on you. “I didn’t really pay much attention to the movie, but I just stared at you for at least an hour and I liked every second of it.”

You grinned and you grabbed the remote control to turn the tv off.  "You’re too good for this world, Derek Hale. I don’t know that many men who would sit through a boring romantic comedy where you can see the end coming from the very first second just to watch their girlfriend enjoy it.“

“Most men have no idea what they’re missing out on.” His lips curled up into a slight smile. He still couldn’t believe that despite everything you were here in his arms, calling him your boyfriend, telling him you love him, assuring him that he was too good for this world. He still couldn’t believe that the happy end he had thought he would never get seemed to be here eventually.

“I’m sorry that I have such a horrible taste in movies and that you have to sit through them all. You deserve better than me.” You giggled and your finger tapped the tip of his nose.

“I don’t.” Derek grabbed your wrist and he pulled you a little closer towards him. “I don’t deserve better than you, because there is no better than you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I have to tell you something.” He took a deep breath. “I really thought that this, being together with someone, quiet evenings on the couch, watching movies I don’t even like just because someone else likes them, was not gonna happen to me.” He licked his lips. “I wasn’t really lucky when it came to love. Happy endings were something for Scott, for Stiles, maybe even Isaac. I didn’t think there would be one for me.”

You shifted your weight a little and you kept your eyes locked with his.

Derek wasn’t much of a talker and he was glad that when he did talk you simply let him. “After our first date I was sure that something would happen. You would move out of town. You would get killed. You would turn out to be some kind of dark creature responsible for a massacre.” He swallowed, pushing the memories away. “And the first time you came here and left again, I realized that maybe this time could be different and I had almost asked you to stay for the night.”

Your lips curled up into a smile and you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I hated going home that day and if you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.” You spoke softly and Derek’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. “I hope you don’t doubt anymore that you deserve a happy ending and that I want to be part of that?” You kissed his lips. “Because you make it sound like I’ve saved your life, but it’s the other way round. You are my sunshine, Derek. And without you my life wouldn’t be half as beautiful.”

Reverse Idol (Hoseok)

And now it is time for our hope, our angel, the other half of sope who is looking really cute with his super blonde hair like he had kinda blonde hair before but now it’s bl o nd e and it’s super cute I’m excited to see how long he keeps it like if he’ll perform with it or if he just bleached his hair to dye it another color, I’m content either way, Jung Hoseok aka J-Hope aka hobi

  • This AU is gonna be about what I think would happen if the reader was the idol and BTS were the fans, you can also think about this like a general celebrity post, I’m gonna be basing this off of kpop idols bc it’s easier for me to write with just one focus instead of being all the over place with it but if you wanted to see this as an actor!reader or a non-kpop singer!reader post, you could easily do that (and of course this is all still gender neutral)
  • Another series with idol!reader is my idol couple series (hobi’s post is here) where both the reader and BTS are idols
  • Gonna throw in some youtuber!hobi (here) to sum it up, he’s part of the One Million dance studio crew
  • Okay but hobi is s u c h a hype fan
  • Like you know how in performances, there’s almost always that one fan that’s screaming at the top of their lungs and can be heard above everyone else (remember that one time this one girl screamed “J-Hope” and he’s was literally :O bc my fave) that’s hobi
  • Hobi’s a loud kid it’s just part of his charm it’s one of the reasons we love him so much so when he gets excited he’s gonna be !!!!
  • We’ve already seen fanboy!hobi in action, when there’s a song out that he loves, he’ll have the dance memorized and will be ready to dance it at every turn and he’ll be singing it all the time and it’s so cute bc he’s a precious bub
  • He’s the number one fan that knows all the songs, watches all the interviews bc he just gets really really happy watching your videos or listening to your music
  • He’s s o supportive like anytime you release a song/album, he’s running straight for Jimin’s house to tell him about it and then chim tells Tae who tells kook who tells Jin who tells joon who tells yoon it’s full circle
  • Sometimes he’ll just walk into a room and start the fan chants and by this point, the boys all know every word so they join in and it’s really funny to watch bc they go from 0 to 100 within 0.2 seconds we’ve all seen how long it takes for one of the boys to get the rest hyped up you blink and you miss it
  • Hobi’s reactions all depend on what’s happening, if there’s a dance break going on you can see him get s o hyped up he pretty much bounces out of his seat
  • But if it’s singing or rapping, he’ll sing along and just kinda appreciate the performance and you can tell he’s enjoying it and he’ll dance a lil bit in his seat and it’s s o cute to watch bc he’s such a cutie pie I love hobi
  • Okay so you know how some of the dancers at 1M have artists they dance to a lot, like Bongyoung has Justin Bieber and a ton of the dancers dance to Jay Park
  • Well head canon that you’re hobi’s artist, people can pretty much guarantee that when you release a new song, hobi will have a dance to it within two weeks if not less 
  • His dances are always so niCe like he’s such an amazing dancer like when he gets into that zone he really gets into it and it’s breathtaking and it’s just w o w
  • Another head canon that he does a live stream with Jimin and kook (who are also part of the 1M studio in this AU)
  • You know those Hope on the Street lives he did where it was a mix of dancing and just chatting and joking around, that’s what their live streams are, sometimes they take requests sometimes they just freestyle or dance battle it out
  • And the boys start teasing hobi about his crush on you when his face lights up when someone requests your song and he’s got this shy smile on his face and a tiny hint of a blush and he starts calling them out on their crushes to help get the attention of him and his blushy cheeks but it doesn’t work for the viewers
  • Everyone started screaming about how cute the relationship would be bc they were already <3 for you and hobi since he’s been doing your dances since the start of the channel and it’s pretty obvious he’s a huge fan
  • The next step for them is getting you to notice him so everyone starts linking you to his channel with jikook or the dances he did to your songs and after seeing it pop up on your feed oh so many times you get curious about this “hobi” that people are telling you to watch
  • You pretty much instantly fall in love with his dancing, it’s got this laid back vibe that just screams experience like his dancing isn’t something you just learn with a few classes, it’s something you gotta feel in your heart and it takes practice and you really have to love what you’re doing
  • You binge watch all of his dances and then everyone starts tweeting that he’s doing another live stream and that you should watch it and get to know his personality too bc if you think hobi is cute visually, wait until you see his personality
  • It takes you about 2 seconds to develop a crush on him bc he’s so cute and his laugh is contagious and he’s got this really genuine friendship with Jikook so they’re all teasing each other and bickering, which makes them laugh even more which makes you laugh even more
  • And then they start dancing and your jaw is just on the floor bc hobi makes the smallest movements look so smooth and easy like he’s one of those people that makes the hardest moves look so casual and easy like fuck yeah I can do that too type of shit
  • You decide to tweet out a screen cap of the live stream just to let people know that you’re watching it and that makes everyone lose their shit and then they start telling hobi immediately of course
  • He doesn’t know how to react when he sees all of the messages saying you’re watching like does he scream does he play it cool does he flirt what does one do in this situation
  • He kinda screams a bit and looks at Jikook and he’s whispering to them asking what to do and they, being some of his best friends, gotta bring up the crush again and then it’s your turn to wonder what to do bc there are so many options
  • You call the studio the next day and figure out how to arrange a dance class with hobi (like Jay Park danced with the 1M crew that type of class) and he’s screaming and bouncing around when he finds out and Jikook are just smirking
  • “You should be thanking us”
  • “Why would I thank you”
  • “Your future children are gonna be born bc we said you have a crush, you’re welcome”
  • “It’s just one class together”
  • “We all know this is gonna go further than a class, just let us be the best men at the wedding”
Guilty - Part 2

Originally posted by jonginization

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III | Alternate Ending IV

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,081 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

You were awake, but you didn’t open your eyes, not just yet. You rolled over, your eyes still closed. Your mind flashed images of last night. You recalled the fight with Kai and how you went to the bar and started drinking without your friends. You remembered Baekhyun coming and sitting with you while you vented to him about the problems you were having. Then your friends showed up and you drank more and danced. You remembered having a good time, dancing, singing, and filling yourself with alcohol. Kai had called you, annoyed that you were so drunk, and hung up on you. You’d lied to him about going home with Mina. Instead, you’d ended up with Baekhyun.

Your eyes shot open and you sat up. Baekhyun was fast asleep next to you. You were in his bed! You’d planned on going home. You didn’t think you’d end up staying here with him. You were in one of his T-shirts, with no panties on. You recalled the events that happened after you decided to hang out with Baekhyun. He’d touched you. Kissed you. Been inside you, deeper than you’d thought possible. He’d been making you cum just a few hours ago.

Your boyfriend was Kai. Your boyfriend’s name was not, by any means, Baekhyun. You realized that you slept with Baekhyun, who was friends with your boyfriend. You’d had sex with your boyfriend’s friend. Your heart dropped. What had you done?

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