and those deep eyes

I have a deep and abiding love for this screencap from That Scene at the end of episode ten:

So strong is my affection for this single still frame that it’s called ‘Tango Screencap is Best Screencap’ in my image folder, although it could just as easily be called something like “That’s When Viktor Knew” or “I cry” or “LOOK AT IT! JUST LOOK AT IT!!!”

Out of every single solitary frame in YOI, of which there are conceivably tens of thousands, I can unhesitatingly say that this is my absolute favorite, and I will tell you why:

Look at Viktor. Look at beautiful, touched-starved Vitya, completely entrusting Yuuri with the role of not dropping him, strong Yuuri, mysterious Yuuri. Those eyes are so deep that Viktor might drown in them, and he would be okay with that. Yuuri’s arm, wrapped completely around him, warm, solid, God. Yuuri presses his hand flat against Viktor’s stomach. Viktor takes in a gust of air that expands his belly into Yuuri’s touch–hot. Yuuri is drunk, blushing with it, and so close that Viktor can feel his heartbeat, can smell his bodyscent underneath whatever fragrance he’s wearing. It’s the most exhilarating, erotic, inexplicable thing that has happened to Viktor in years, and he’s thoroughly swept off his feet.

Unshown is the shot at the end of the dance where Yuuri spins Viktor off and blows him a kiss, at which point Viktor has to furiously fan himself. Yuuri is far too drunk for this to go anywhere tonight, but someone here must have his number? Maybe they could meet up again at Worlds. Or hell, Viktor could go to Japan, he’s not above an intercontinental booty call.

“I’m going to marry that man,” Viktor tells no one in particular, as Yuuri and his equally drunk coach hobble out of the banquet hall leaning on each other. “I’ll make such a good trophy husband.”

He’s heartbroken when nobody can give him Yuuri’s number. Even more heartbroken when Yuuri makes no attempt to contact him.

Then someone sends him a YouTube link.

💫 MAY FICS 💫

» A Collection of Near-Death Experiences by somethingaboutamoose

Keith was twelve years old when he was involved in a car accident with his family. After the near-death experience, Keith has found out something about himself: He can’t die.

» all we have to do by aknightley

Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

» between stars by NotRover

After years of fighting on opposite sides of the war, Lance and Keith meet once again on the battlefield.

» blue, blue eyes by albino_yeti

What would you do
if you ever knew
the man you desperately love
never thinks the same of you?

» Bottom Of The Ninth by xfulcrumx

Lance is the new pitcher for The Lions. Coran’s goal for the season is to make their rival team, The Galrans, beg for mercy. Somewhere along the way, Klance happens.

» Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums by Gigapoodle

After years of rivalry, bitter acquaintanceship, and eventual friendship, the realization slaps Lance hard, hard enough to settle into his lungs and sap his life away. It’s when he coughs up a petal that Lance realizes just how far gone he is.

» close to you by solllys

they’re in love with each other; that’s how these things go

» Confinement Of Pain by NightcoreFairy

“During the day we were mere rivals.”

“And during the night?”

“During the night, he was the love of my life.”

» Control by ver_ironica

Keith is desperate to keep up appearances, but things are getting harder. He has to lead Voltron while keeping himself in check. His control is reaching the breaking point, and there may be no turning back.

» Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

It’s a male strip club, which means Keith’s never short of entertainment during working hours - especially when Blue Rider takes the stage. Because Blue’s hot - definitely talented - and definitely taking an interest in Keith.

» excelsior by warmth

“Onward and upward,” Lance says. “to greater glory.”

» Going Under by sun_stricken

Lance takes a dangerous spill in the ocean and is saved by none other than a mermaid with weird hair

» Hershey’s Kisses by EnglishCivilWar

In which Keith is sad, and Lance tries to cook.

» i think you’re fine you really blow my mind by keithxlance

Five times Lance uses pick-up lines and one time Keith decides to try it out as well.

» I Watched the Sky and the Stars Reminded Me of You by beckkai

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just.” He looked back at the rising moon and expanse of sky before setting Keith with a soft glare,”Nothing.”

» Like Fire by PastelClark

By circumstance and happenstance, Red finds herself in situations requiring she change paladins twice in her life

» Moonset Deep by MilkTeaMiku

All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.

» Never Let Me Go by doodlenauts

When the music stops, he meets him halfway - even when they’re thousands of millions of miles apart.

» Nothing Like the Rain When You’re In Outer Space by Wayward_child

Lance misses the rain.

» oblivious to what made you so obvious by altruisticallura

He looked up suddenly, as if he could feel Lance’s eyes on him, and gave a small grin. Lance was a goner.

» Panacea (A Cure for Love) by RowenaMacLeod

Keith contracts an alien disease that wipes your mind of the one you love.

» Reach out for you (break these walls) by Utsukushin

Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. 

» solace in the thrum of your heart by laidellennt

Lance cannot find solace in the stars.

» Somebody Left The Gate Open by lordbatty

Lance always knew he would have to be the one to pick Keith back up. And he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

» suave and charming as heck by Lance_WhyUAlwaysLion

Lance is neither suave nor charming. Or, Lance thinks he’s a pro at flirting until suddenly, he’s the one getting flirted with.

» Sung Me Moonstruck by sciencefictioness

Something hungry within him that was only sated by the sound of Lance’s voice, or the sight of those too deep eyes cutting sideways to look at him. Something wild that only calmed when he was near.

Something broken in Keith that was held together with that crooked grin.

» symbolization by bolbessa

Keith didn’t really do flowers. He just couldn’t take care of them, and to be completely honest, he didn’t see the point.

» teeth and all by viscrael

“Do you want to kiss someone?”

Keith almost drops his Bayard.

» the sea pronounces something by legendarydesvender

AU where Keith is a sailor and Lance is the siren trying to drown him.

» The Whirling Ways Of Stars That Pass by mandaloore

“There,” he spoke in an almost-whisper, tracing the outline of the imaginary constellation like a child following a dot-to-dot illustration. Keith watched his movements from his peripheral vision, hoping that Lance was too preoccupied to notice the rapid beating of his heart. “Can you see it now?”

» Waves Amongst Stardust by Resamille

The flutter of Lance’s heart is almost lost to the homesickness pounding through his veins.
Almost.

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Married with Benefits (Part 11)

Summary: In order to not pay out-of-state tuition, you ask your friend, Steve Rogers, to marry you. Things, as always, never go as planned. (College AU)

Word Count: 1,191

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

A/N: I really, really love this part. I hope you do, too!

Originally posted by weheartchrisevans


Before either of you could think to respond, you were being pulled up from the couch by a pair of hands, Bucky’s smile appearing in front of you.

“You’ll have time for all that dirty stuff tomorrow,” he said with a wink.

You looked down at your feet, biting your lower lip and only being able to think on how good it felt to have Steve’s lips against your own. Bucky’s talking became a background noise as you looked at the object of your current lust.

He looked just as baffled as you did, but his eyes met yours as he got on his feet and he sent you a smile. A smile that told you that he had liked what had happened, or that was how you took it as.

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when i’m with you, my mind goes blank.
it’s a bit of a cliche, but like a camera focuses on the most important piece, my eyes can only see the beauty in front of me. i’ve got nothing to say, i feel like i seem weird or creepy staring like i’m taking in deep scenery but it’s just because i don’t have words to describe the way you make me feel.
being with you, being near you. it’s like swinging in a hammock in the dead of summer, thinking surely you could live there forever, never moving, and being completely content.
i look into those deep eyes all i see is the only thing i ever want to get lost in- i listen to your deep thoughts from that amazing mind and all i hear is the meaning that i fell in love with.
i look at you and i see everything i always wanted, but never realized i always needed too.
i know we’re young, i know it’s early and i know there’s no way 
to say 
just how long you can stay
but …
one thing i know for sure 
i’m in love and, for once, i’m not afraid of it.
—  o-h–w-e-l-l 
Why Park Bo Gum is Such A Beautiful Man

He has a sweet boyfriend image


and so much swag! 


He can play the piano and sing.  


He’s not pro with cello but he still looks good playin’ it. 


He gives warm hug to his bro.


He’s good even when he’s bad. 


He wud be the best view when waking up. 


He swings that wand with bravado.


He knows how to enjoy his food. 


And sometimes he can’t wait to eat his food.


He doesn’t drink or smoke, he keeps his body with healthy lifestyle. 


He haz those deep clear eyes that you want to dive into. 


He is cute and adorable as a boy,


yet hot and sexy as a girl. 


He automatically grooves with his feeling. 


He enjoys his time and dances the stress away. 


He glows with excitement like a moonlight. 


He turns to positive thing when he’s down. 


He folds his blanket after woke up. 


He looks good as a delinquent student…


and even better as a fresh office worker. 


He can play evil role perfectly on screen. 


He’s friendly and kind with fan service in real life. 


He’s not really confident in driving and feels better with taking a subway. 


He automatically sets table for his seniors. 


He enjoys rice really well and even earns nickname Bap Bo Gum (bap = rice) 


He is perfect for many food commercials from rice, chicken, ramen to pizza


He lingers in our mind with that playful smile. 


He’d be your dreamy date at the amusement park. 


But after all he’s just a human like us who gets panicked on a scary ride


and needs a good night sleep. 


So that’s why we love Park Bo Gum. With so many good things in the future, this young talented actor will always be our favorite. 

See ya on the next project. 

All My Love

MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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An Aquarius watched me as I tried to assemble something for her, and she watched with her arms crossed and laughed at me struggling and said, “Do I always have to do everything myself, or what?” And I finally gave up and looked at her, laughing sheepishly. A simple table. A simple problem. A simple us.

An Aries said, “No, stop right there mister…” teasingly as I kiss her neck, her hand placed around my head as she stood on the balconey with me. “You play too much.” she turned to face me and push me inside and closed the doors behind her and seductively walked towards me. I messed up. She always love to take the reigns.

A Cancer and I were out on a picnic one night, and she laid down and pointed at the stars and the constellations, and I watched her as she explained each and every one. Then she pointed at something and said, “That’s Cancer.. like me!” she laughed, and closed her eyes as the wind blew through. “Being here with you is beautiful.. thank you for being with me, love..”

A Capricorn sat ontop of me and showed me her scars. She placed my fingers on each scar and explained why she did this, but I was busy looking at her as she was explaining. She then looked back at me and said with a smile on her face, “I’m not that person anymore, so don’t worry, okay? When I have my lows I’ll come to you. Okay?” She then grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest and looks into my eyes. To think she was at an awful place in her life and now she’s this woman I’ve grown to love and saw amazing changes from her.

A Gemini slowly pulled me into her arms, and kissed me softly on my cheek, then let me go. Then all of a sudden got pulled back again and squeezed my cheeks. “Goodness, I’m so in love with you. I hate you. No, I love you. I love you so much, but you’re so arrghh..” Kissed me again and just pulled into a hold and not let me go.

A Leo twirled her dress for me and then made a pose and asked me what I thought of it. Before I could answer she shook her head and rushed back into her closet to change, and I can hear her muttering how she wanted everyone to turn and face her when walked in. I said it was typical of her to say that and laughed, only for her to come out in her underwear and sitting down on the bed and told me to take it back or we’ll be late because of me.

A Libra sat infront of me and held some crystals she bought from her favorite store downtown. I looked at her and back down at the crystals, she laughed at my expression and explained me what they were for and what they have to offer. “I trust the vibes and the energy, baby. So trust me on this..”

A Pisces and I were out driving one night, and stopped at this beautiful and secluded area, and we watched the stars together. We talked the whole night about our dreams and passion, and she suddenly climbed ontop of me seductively, reaching for my hands and holding it in hers. She smiled down at me and said, “Will you drown in me? Come and jump the waves for me. Explore me, devour me..” Inching herself closer to my lips. Everything felt just right with her…

A Sagittarius was too busy with her computer game, cussing as she dies and talks to herself as the other members of her party mess up. She then notices me looking at her, and smiles at me, then looks back at the screen. Suddenly, she places her headphones down and walked towards me. Cuddled with me for 4 minutes, and slowly stood up and walked towards to the computer. “I needed your healing powers..” and laughed.

A Scorpio shot me when I stepped into her apartment, and she laughed as I stumbled back. I looked back at her, and she had a smug smirk on her face. She then threw an extra gun at me and told me I have 10 seconds to hide. This was typical for us to do and coming home to her like this is always something I always look forward to.

A Taurus covered me in kisses and laughed, rolled herself on her side of the bed and then suddenly turned around to face me, then hurriedly back to roll ontop of me, laughing. She placed her hands on my chest and looked down at me. “God, look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me. I used to be so cynical about the world and I made sure to had my head up high all proud and.. you, you beautiful asshole. You’re bringing back the old me..” She leans down to kiss me passionately.

A Virgo rested her head on my chest and trailed her fingertips on my chest, “You mean well and I can tell.. But look me in the eyes and tell me you love me, honestly. I don’t want to play anymore games. This is my ultimatum.” She lifted herself up to look into my eyes. I stared deep into those brown eyes. Her lips a little quivering. She was scared, she’s been hurt too many times and she’s opening up to me. I slowly leaned to kiss her, and said I do. She slowly let out a sigh of relief. “Good. You didn’t lie..” and smiled and started to act goofy with me.

—  The Little Things
The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

Please let me know what you all think!

Anyways Enjoy!


Loves,


- Admin Blue

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iablmeanie  asked:

Telepathy soulmates???? That would be so messed up with Hannibal!!

He’s always known there was something wrong with him. Well, he wouldn’t call it wrong himself, he’s just fine, but other people - “normal” people (whatever normal even means) would shudder at the images that live inside his brain. So he learned at a very young age - a too-young age - to hide the darkness inside him.

(He hoped against hope he would never find his soulmate, but if he did he would be prepared).

He taught himself how to project pleasant thoughts - how to squirrel away the nasty ones, the impulses to cut and destroy - how to smile on the outside and fool the world. And he believed that if or when the day came, he could fool his soulmate as well.

But, he thought, how likely would it even be that a monster like him could find a soulmate? Was he even capable of love himself?

Then the day came, a seemingly ordinary day, when he found himself in a harshly lit office with Jack Crawford in front of him, a man he’d just met beside him, and four words struck in his head clear as a bell.

He is so beautiful.

And Will Graham’s entire world changed.

-x-

Don’t let him hear you.

Hannibal starts at the words that slip into his mind unvoiced. He looks at Mr. Will Graham - this heavenly, angry creature with eyes cut from crystal - and thinks It can’t be.

And Mr. Graham just raises an irritated eyebrow at him and thinks Apparently it can.

Hannibal is not prepared. For once in his meticulous life, he is completely unmoored. He hadn’t allowed for this eventuality. Soulmates weren’t for him, he’d decided that years ago. Fate, apparently, had decided other things.

He needs to get away before he loses himself in Will’s mind entirely. He can already feel the sticky web of it pulling him in and - oh - oh, what a beautiful, deadly boy.

“My card,” Hannibal hands it to Will by way of introduction, and leaves the room. Jack sputters irately after him and he hears Will yell, “you got me a fucking shrink?!”

-x-

Will makes an appointment the next day.

Then he cancels it.

He makes another appointment for the following week.

He cancels that one as well.

He makes a third appointment, but this time Dr. Lecter’s secretary transfers him directly to her employer.

“Hello, Will.”

“I - hello, I was calling to make–”

“I should inform you that I have a cancellation fee.”

“I’m not going to cancel.”

“You cancelled the last two.”

“I had… emergencies.”

“It’s fortunate I’m not there to tell you you’re lying.”

“I think you just told me I’m lying.”

“Hm. I think I did. When would you like to see me?”

“I don’t want to see you.”

“That, at least, is truthful.”

Will smiles at the other end of the line. Why is he smiling. Why the fuck is he smiling?

“Tomorrow at 7pm,” Hannibal says, “do not be late.”

“I won’t,” Will replies, and means it.

-x-

They spend the first fifteen minutes of Will’s appointment thinking aggressively about the weather in complete silence.

Finally, Hannibal clears his throat.

“This won’t do.”

Will shifts in his chair and rubs at the three-day-old stubble on his face.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Technically you don’t have to say anything.”

Will laughs without mirth. “Yeah, and that’s not fucking terrifying or anything.”

“Why does it scare you?”

“Oh, God.” Will bangs the back of his head against the armchair. “Why did my soulmate have to be a psychiatrist?”

Hannibal’s smile curls from his lips to his eyes. “You believe I’m your soulmate, Will?”

Will arches an eyebrow.

Can you hear me now?

Hannibal nods.

“Then it’s not a question of belief,” Will says. He gestures between the two of them. “Proof is in the pudding.”

“You’re doing an admirable job of keeping me out, I must say.”

“As are you. All I can glean from whatever’s up there is that you have a lot of favourite wines and you own a harpsichord.”

“Guilty as charged,” Hannibal replies. “And you like dogs.” He squints at Will. “All… seven of them?”

Will snorts and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You could have figured that out from the dog hair I’m covered in.”

“True.”

“Listen,” Will says. He leans forward in his chair and steeples his hands together. “The way I see it, neither of us have to do anything about this. I don’t even know if you’re gay, let alone interested, and besides that–”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? You’re gay or interested?”

Hannibal tilts his head, drinks Will in with his eyes. “Does it matter?”

“Well,” Will stutters, “I mean - well, I’m not gay–”

Yes, I am.

“Yes, you are.”

“Goddamnit.” Will slaps his hands on his thighs. “I don’t want to do this. There’s too much going on up here.” He jabs a finger toward his temple and twirls it in a circle. “I don’t need anyone caught up in it, it’s hard enough to manage on my own.”

“What if I want to be caught?”

“Excuse me?”

Hannibal stands and crosses the few feet to Will’s chair, then kneels before him.

“I know you’re hiding something that you think is terrible. That much I can hear.”

Will’s eyes meet his and his fear is palpable. “You have no idea.”

I think I do.

“Stop doing that.”

Doing what?

Tears fill Will’s eyes. “Speaking to me.”

Hannibal’s hands come to rest on Will’s knees and he leans further forward, taking up all the space that he can.

“I have a suggestion, Will Graham. Open yourself to me, and I will do the same. If neither of us like what we see, we agree to part and never speak of it again.”

Will shakes his head. “I already know you won’t like–”

Hannibal reaches up and places a finger over Will’s lips.

“Yes or no, Will?”

Will looks at Hannibal, looks as deep and hard as he can into those dark, alert eyes. Something swims just out of sight below the depths and Will can feel it wriggling, dangerous. Whatever it is, it has teeth. He inhales sharply.

Maybe monsters do have soulmates, after all.

“Well?” Hannibal says. “Yes or no?”

Will closes his eyes.

Yes.

Naughty Girl - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader

Request:  Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…

WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing


Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.

Babe I’m sorry about the other day

Baby please pick up…

I’m sorrrrrrrry!

What do you want me to do?

I can bring strawberry ice cream for you 

Babbbbbby please answer me 

I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.

“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh. 

“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile. 

“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.

“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.

“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”

“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.

“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.

“See you kiddo, be safe.”

“I will, love you”

They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.

“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.

“What the hell do you think your doing y/n” 

“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.

“What the hell were you doing”

“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”

“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it. 

“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared. 

It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth. 

I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.

“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more. 

“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled. 

“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.

“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now. 

“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.

“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.

“Then don’t”

As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.

“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss. 

“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.

“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.

“Yes baby”

I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.

“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.

“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.

“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.

“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.

“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.

“J-Justin, I’m ab-”

“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever. 

“Justin?” I pant.

“Yes angel” he smirks.

“Fuck me.”

He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.

“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing. 

“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.

“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.

“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.

“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him. 

“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing. 

“Baby?” he pants.

“Yes?” I ask in the same state.

“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.


A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you 

victarionsrighthand  asked:

What do you think about Sansa's crush on Loras? Do you think it means something that no matter how much she seems to grow as a character she still holds a crush over some pretty knight that never really seemed to care about her and she still imagines him when she kisses people (even if her thoughts get directed back to sandor)

Well… Loras is a very safe crush.

Loras plays the role for Sansa that teen heartthrobs do for many adolescent girls, a safe exploration of their growing sexuality.

The idolization of teen idols typically begins in early adolescence when girls start to become interested in romance and dating and more aware of social norms which suggest that they should have romantic feelings for someone of the opposite sex (Simon, Eder, & Evans, 1992). Rather than dating in real life, developing a crush on a teen idol is a way for girls to acknowledge their emerging sexual feelings in a safe, non-threatening way (Engle & Kasser, 2005). Because teen boys are viewed by girls as only interested in sex (McRobbie, 1991), teen idols are a preferable option. Further, they often project a feminine form of masculinity that is sexually non-threatening and thus accessible to young girls (Engle &: Kasser, 2005; Karniol, 2001; McRobbie, 1991; Sweeney, 1994).

Bitten by Twilight: Youth Culture, Media, & the Vampire Franchise

One of the most popular ways people like to hate teenage girls is to complain about their “insane” crushes on boy band members. Now, let me fucking tell you something: those big dumb crushes are what helps a teenage girl develop her sexuality in a safe environment that she can control. In her world, she can listen to One Direction and hear all these songs about how great she is, and how much these cute non-threatening boys want to make her feel special. Why is this so important? Because no one is pushing them. There’s no fourteen year old boy shoving his clammy hands down your shirt without your consent. These fantasy boys are not convincing a girl to send naked pictures, only to show all their friends and call her a slut. In the fantasy land of boy bands, the girl has all the power. And we need to stop judging them for wanting to escape into that.

–Meghan Harper, “Why I Fucking Love Teenage Girls”

ASOIAF is a medieval-style world, so it of course doesn’t have pop idols and movie stars, but it does have tournaments and tourney champions, who play that role for the adolescent girls of Westeros. (And the boys, too. Consider Bran’s idolization of knights, especially the Kingsguard.) And Loras Tyrell is not just one of the best upcoming stars of the tourney scene, but he’s so dreamy handsome, young, and from one of the best families of Westeros. (Even Robert Baratheon crushes on him, in a manly way.)

Now, the fact that Loras is actually gay (as are so many teen heartthrobs - George Michael, we miss you) makes him even safer, whether Sansa consciously realizes it or not. This is all the more important, since because of the close circles of Westeros aristocracy, Sansa Stark has far more of a chance of personally interacting with Loras Tyrell than your typical teenage girl has with her most beloved Bieber or Zayn.

So when Sansa actually has the opportunity to meet Loras, is even led to believe she might marry him… the expression of her sexuality, while very real, is also very safe:

The sight of Ser Loras Tyrell standing on her threshold made Sansa’s heart beat a little faster.

Sansa was finding it hard to walk and talk and think all at the same time, with Ser Loras touching her arm.

I am talking to him, and he’s touching me, he’s holding my arm and touching me.

Desperately she tried to think of something clever and charming to say to him, but her wits had deserted her. She almost told him how beautiful he was, until she remembered that she’d already done that.

Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck.

–ASOS, Sansa I

Or, for a visual representation:

Now, the trouble (or not?) is that this safe crush of Sansa’s is no longer something she can rely on. Whether it’s because of her aging into womanhood, or because of her actual experiences with sexuality – the dark masculine danger of Sandor Clegane, her marriage to Tyrion Lannister (including seeing him nude and sleeping next to him in bed for weeks), the explicit rape threats of Joffrey Baratheon and Marillion, the disturbing attentions and unfatherly kisses of Petyr Baelish – when she wishes to escape into her formerly favorite safe fantasy of Loras Tyrell, it twists away from her into something else:

Before she could summon the servants, however, Sweetrobin threw his skinny arms around her and kissed her. It was a little boy’s kiss, and clumsy. Everything Robert Arryn did was clumsy. If I close my eyes I can pretend he is the Knight of Flowers. Ser Loras had given Sansa Stark a red rose once, but he had never kissed her… and no Tyrell would ever kiss Alayne Stone. Pretty as she was, she had been born on the wrong side of the blanket.
As the boy’s lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

–AFFC, Alayne II

Note that there are many analyses of “the unkiss” (link 1, link 2), Sansa’s imagined memory of being kissed by Sandor the night of the Blackwater, but what many point out is that it is again an attempt by Sansa of a safe fantasy, a subconscious attempt to control and understand and romanticize a frightening sexually-charged situation. It’s just several octaves away from her non-threatening fantasies of kissing and touching the “beautiful” Loras.

And though you say Sansa still holds this crush, please note that Loras is only mentioned in Sansa’s narrative once in AFFC (that scene above), where she recognizes that Loras’s attentions were nothing real, no kisses, just a rose. Also, when she thinks about the men who helped her in King’s Landing, Loras is not one of them. Furthermore, he’s not mentioned at all in her TWOW preview chapter – which, considering it focuses on an upcoming tourney and the young knights who wish to be its champions, should be a perfect occasion for the pretty knight Loras to stroll through Sansa’s head, and yet he does not.

So I would say that Sansa’s adolescent crush on Loras is something perfectly understandable… and also something she has outgrown. I hope that helps!

I Was Here | Pt. 3

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1280

Masterlist |Ask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Originally posted by yoongichii


“Yah, aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?”

Your head shot up the moment you heard those words coming out of the stranger’s mouth, your widely opened eyes looking into his smiley ones, trying to understand what was happening.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against your forehead and took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. “I missed you, Beautiful..”

Your breath hitched at those words as your body flinched, your trembling hands reaching forward in order to push the stranger away immediately.

But before you were able to do anything, the man in front of you caught your shaky hands with his soft ones, his long fingers automatically intertwining with yours.

Slowly, he tilted his his head a little bit and started observing your face with his deep brown eyes. You on the other hand, stood in front of him, your furrowed eyebrows reflecting how confused and unsure you were.

Without saying anything, he slowly blinked with his eyes once and smiled at you with a reassuring smile. When you felt a comforting squeeze around your hand, your whole body started to relax and for the first time in a long time, you felt.. safe.

You realized that.. he was trying to tell you something..

You snapped out of your thoughts the moment you heard someone slam their cutlery harshly against the table. Immediately, you turned your head to the left and took a step back from the stranger the minute you were met with your husband’s angry eyes and the glare he was sending at you and the stranger.

Trying to free your hand from the stranger’s hold, you tried to explain with your shaky voice. “T-Taehyung, you’re misunderstanding-“

Before you could end your sentence, the stranger took a step towards your husband and reached his hand out. “Hello, my name is Hoseok and I’m Y/N’s boyfriend. You must be her husband, right?“

You watched how they looked into each other’s eyes with hatred and disgust as you realized that your attempts to free your hand from the stranger’s hold was impossible, since he tightened his grip around your hand.

Without removing his eyes from the stranger called Hoseok nor reaching out to shake his hand, Taehyung hissed. “What is this man talking about, Y/N?!“

You opened your mouth to say something but stopped when Hoseok sat down at the chair across from Taehyung with a lopsided smile on his face. “I’m just telling you the secret she’s been hiding from you, Taehyung-ssi.“

Mirroring Hoseok’s smile, Taehyung leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Y/N would never do something like that. She would never betray me like that.“

A sarcastic laugh escaped Hoseok’s mouth the minute he heard those words. Leaning forward, he placed his crossed arms on the table and looked at your husband with a raised eyebrow. “Why? Why can’t she do something like that when you’ve done the same thing to her?“

“How dare you?! How dare you interfere into my private life?!“ Taehyung shouted.

The lopsided smile on Hoseok’s face turned into a smirk. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable? Do you feel ashamed because you cheated on your wife,“ he nodded towards Hani with an disgusted expression, “with her?“

“Yah, how dare you speak about me like that?!“ Hani shouted from the side.

“Did you feel happy when you cheated on her, Taehyung-ssi? Hm? Did you ever think about her?! About her feelings?! The way she would feel whenever she sees you both together?!“ Hoseok hissed with anger.

When you realized that Hoseok’s once loose hands were now formed into fists, your hand reached out for his shirt immediately. Feeling his shirt being tugged, Hoseok turned his head towards you and were met with your teary eyes and your shaking head that was telling him to stop.

You didn’t know who he was.. You didn’t know why you weren’t saying anything..  Maybe because he was the first one ever in your life that stood up for you? Maybe because he protected you? You didn’t know.. But for some reason, you.. trusted him..

Without saying anything, Hoseok took your hand that was tugging on his shirt and whispered to you. “Shh, I know.. I know.. I’m here and I’ll not let you alone, I promise..“

‘I’ll not let you alone, I promise..’

“Let go of her hand! She’s my wife!“ You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when you heard your husband’s voice.

A little chuckle left Hoseok’s mouth. “Now you remember that you’re married? Wow man, I can’t decide whether I should be impressed or disgusted.“

You watched how Taehyung furiously stood up from his chair and walked towards you. Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he started tugging at it. “Stand up, we’re going home!“

A little hiss left your mouth, your face scrunched because of the pain. “Taehyung, you’re hurting me.“

Seeing this, Hoseok stood up too, shoving Taehyung away with his free hand. “Don’t you dare touch her!“

This time, you heard Hani’s voice. “Taehyhung! I can’t believe that you’re behaving like this when I’m right here in front of you! Let me remind you, you are my boyfriend!“

Not even looking at her, your husband hissed. “Shut up, Hani!“

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before he looked at you with those furious eyes. “I will not repeat myself, Y/N! We’re going home, now!“

You too, took a deep breath before you locked your eyes with his. “No, I’m not coming with you.“

Seeing the way Taehyung’s expression changed from angry to shocked, you chuckled sarcastically. “I’m not your toy, Taehyung. You can’t pull and push me whenever you want.“

With that, Hoseok stepped in front of you and removed your husband’s frozen hand from your wrist.

“You heard her. Now take your wannabe girlfriend and leave before I do something that, believe me, I won’t even regret.“


“Do you feel a little bit better?“

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned you head away from the sea that you were staring at and connected your eyes with the ones that gained your trust within a few hours.

Closing your eyes, you nuzzled further into the warm jacket he gave you and nodded. “Yes, thank you..“

Smiling at you, he looked up at the stars. “Aye, you don’t have to thank me. I felt like this place would calm you down a little bit. I come here whenever I feel sad or stressed. Helps me to think properly and-“

“No, thank you for helping me there.. For protecting me.. For standing up for me.. You don’t even know me, why did you do it?“

Focusing his eyes on the sea, an airy laugh escaped Hoseok’s lips as he shrugged. “I don’t know.. I was sitting at the table next to yours and heard everything they said to you. At first, I tried to ignore it but then I saw your eyes..“

Turning his head to you, he looked into your eyes. “You looked unhappy.. Every smile, every laugh was forced..“

He leaned a little bit more forward. “Do you really love him, Y/N? Are you able to fill your emptiness with all those forced smiles? Is it worth for a man like him?“

“Hoseok, he’s my husband-

“Your life is empty, Y/N.. It is incomplete.. It shows in your eyes.. Just like in mine..“


Author’s Note: First of all, thank you all so much for the love you’ve shown the last part! I appreciate it a lot! Why do you think Hoseok has said the last sentence to the reader? What could he have experienced in his past? Let me know what you think about it!~

Do Kyungsoo//The Singing Siren

Originally posted by daenso


Summary: You’re a mermaid with a longing to understand the pirates that roam your waters, and he’s a captive sent to your cove to find the treasure that lies in the heart of your island. You know where it is, but why would you tell him? ft. Johnny Seo
Scenario: mermaid!AU/pirate!AU
Word Count: 8, 736

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Misery Business

Synopsis: You are in love with Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes is in love with Natasha Romanov.  Natasha Romanov does not love him back.

Warnings: Somewhat unrequited love, Natasha can be a real bitch, language, College Student AU, Angst, (I know I originally said no smut but I started typing and WHOOPS) SMUT- no actual intercourse, but heavy petting, and making out.  Don’t read this at work.

A/N: (I do not hate Nat - you all know this - but this fic is a bit (A LOT) anti-Nat, or at least anti-this-interpretation-of-Nat) This is somewhat based off of a situation that actually happened to me, and a girl who I thought was my best friend and the man I’m currently seeing. (Though we’ve had a happier ending…so far)  Don’t play with people’s feelings for your own benefits, y’all. (ALSO LOVE AND RESPECT YOURSELF.  YOU ARE WORTH EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD.  NEVER EVER EVER FORGET THAT!!!!!)

ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN, MOTHER FUCKERS

Alternate Ending 1 || Alternate Ending 2 (Coming Soon)

Originally posted by winterwidowrpblog

Originally posted by pinkfootballer

You watched the amber liquid swirling around in your glass before tipping it back and swallowing the shot in one gulp. It burned the whole way down, the whiskey scraping its way down your throat. The pain was a welcome distraction, however, from the two people swirling in and out of your mind.

Across the bar, Natasha - in all of her perfect glory - is flirting effortlessly with men neither of you has ever met before.  Nat’s perfectly manicured fingers traced the large muscles of one of the men chatting her up, and you toss back another shot.  Natasha had a way with men, between her perfect body and siren like personality, it was all but impossible to resist her charms.  You had met her the first week of freshman year of college, and she was quick to sweep you under her wing.  She taught you the ins and outs of the school.  She helped you break out of the awkward shell you had been toting around since high school.  She helped you come into yourself.  

But that was never enough.  

Not when she was the way she was.  

She had a flawless hourglass figure that you would kill for, curves in all the right places, smooth muscles that teased the beholder beneath soft skin.  She was what you had always wanted to be.  No man was immune.

Not even James Buchanan Barnes.

About three weeks into your Sophomore year, you met Bucky.  Well, you met Steve, Sam, and Bucky, but the latter was the one who took up the most residence in your mind.  From the moment you saw him, you were done for.  He was suave and handsome, and funny, and beyond intelligent.  He was everything you had ever wanted and in just one perfect moment you fell.  That moment was immediately followed by your beyond perfect best friend saying “dibs!”

And once Natasha set her sights on someone, she sunk her claws in deep and they were hers for as long as she wanted them to be.  Bucky was hers with a few bats of those deep blue eyes, and suddenly you faded into the back ground.

Now, here you were, a few weeks after your college graduation, at a bar across town with your best friends, celebrating the beginning of life in the new, ‘grown-up’ world.

Well, most of you were celebrating.  Everyone but the man wallowing at the end of the bar, and yourself.  Your eyes were glued to him, and his were glued to the redheaded vixen flirting her way through free drinks.

The pain in his gaze speaks volumes, and every time his beautiful eyes follow her figure your heart breaks a little more.

As always, Natasha had grown bored with Bucky.  And when she grew bored, she did what she does best.

She broke James’s god damn heart.

Only, this time was different than the others.

This time, she didn’t quite let go of him.

But it would’ve been better if she had.

Oh, of course she didn’t feel for him the way he felt for her - that much was obvious as she told everyone who knew the two of them that she was done with him and the mass of emotions he was.  No, it was no secret that she had no love for him in her heart.  In her bed, however, she sang his praises daily and nightly.  ‘Best I’ve ever had!’  She’d brag.  ‘No way I’d give that up that easily.’

Like the practiced little serpent she was, Natasha would grow lonely - or as lonely as a woman like her could be - and she would invite him over again.  He would fight her at first, demand to know why she continued to play with him.  But time and time again, she lured him under her covers with promises - empty promises - to love him again.  Like a love sick puppy, he would believe her, and when morning came and she was sated, she would dismiss him again.  Every time he left your shared apartment, he would leave a little bit more broken than the time before.

She knew how you felt about him, she was your best friend after all.  But every time you lay in bed at night, kept awake by the sounds of their passion, you found it harder and harder to forgive her.  ‘Oh, come on.’ She said when you’d accused her of using him for her own sexual gratification.  ‘He’ll get over it.  He should consider himself lucky I even still sleep with him - big baby that he is.’

Now it seemed she was ready to quit using him altogether - a development you were incredibly relieved to hear.  That is until you’d gotten here tonight to receive a front row seat to the man you loved your best friend lose his mind over the woman who had been playing with both of your emotions for months.

“She’s perfect.” He mumbles, defeated, and you don’t have to look to know exactly where his eyes are glued.

“Sure she is.”  A shot is suddenly in front of you, and your realize the bar tender has a pretty good handle on what’s going on at your end of the bar.

“She is!” He says.  "She’s funny, and smart, and quick, and her body-“

“Yeah, Buck. I got it. She’s perfect. No one compares.  She’s the only one for you. Thanks.”

“Why’d she ever choose me?” He asks, well slurs. “I mean it isn’t shocking that she left, but why’d she ever choose me in the first place?”  

This stuns you.

You tear your eyes from your drink, having to bite back a scoff as you look over him.  Even torn apart, Bucky is gorgeous - body and soul.  Besides the body that won’t fuckin’ quit, he’s one of the best men you’ve ever met.  He cares so deeply for every one of his friends, even when they wrong him so.  He so desperately wants to see the best in everyone but is thoroughly convinced there isn’t any in himself.

And now here you sit, slack jawed, wanting to slap the stupid out of this wonderful man.

“Has it maybe occurred to you that maybe she isn’t entirely perfect?”  His smooth, broad brow creases as it furrows in confusion.  

"Never.”  No, of course not.

“Yeah, well. It’s occurred to me.”  Courage bubbles in your chest and you’re not sure if it’s that you’re tired of seeing Bucky being treated like shit, being treated like shit yourself, or just the liquor but you are done. “She’s not.  Far from it actually.” You grab the bill that has been placed in front of you, pocketing your credit card as the bartender closes your tab. You’re gaining momentum as you ramble at your stunned friend with no signs of stopping and leave a drunkenly generous tip.  “If she were perfect, she wouldn’t treat her friends like shit. If she were perfect, she’d realize that what she’s doing is wrong.  If she were perfect, Bucky, she’d see what’s right fucking in front of her.”

You’re up on your feet in an instant, slamming that one final shot before grabbing your purse, throwing one last pointed glance at the dense fucker sitting beside you, and stomping toward Natasha.

“You,”  You jab a finger in the face of the shocked woman, ignoring the looks you get from her companions.  “You can find another ride home tonight.  In fact,” you amend, “why don’t you just find another place to spend the night?  You’re good at that.”

The venom dripping off of your final words even gives you chills as you push your way out of the bar and onto the street to hail a ride.

It’s mostly a blur of tears and the spins from the obnoxious amount of drinks you’d had, but you’re home soon enough.  Your purse finds its place on the couch when you walk through the front door, throwing the item as hard as you possibly can.

Your chest is heaving, your eyes are tearing, and now your stomach hurts.

So maybe you shouldn’t have had that last shot… it wasn’t your fault Bucky was such an idiot.

Aw well, nothing better than comfy pajamas, ice cream, and shitty 80′s chick flicks.  


The slamming door of the apartment pulls you from your Friends marathon, sighing at the telltale clicking of Natasha’s ever approaching heels.

“What the hell was that?”  She pauses in the entryway at the pitiful sight of you binging alone on the couch.  “What’s wrong with you now?”

If looks could kill, the glare that you give your friend while you paused Netflix would have knocked her out cold.

“Oh, you care about someone other that yourself?  Huh.  Could’ve fooled me.” You didn’t have to even look at her to just hear the eye roll you received.

“Oh, fuck off your high horse Y/N.”  She snaps, kicking off her heels to plop down on the couch beside you and pressing play.  “What’s this about?”

“What’s it about?”  Once again, Rachel froze mid-screaming at Ross on the screen as you shoot to your feet, throwing the remote down where you had just been sitting.  “It’s about the shitty way you’ve been yanking Bucky’s chain!”

“God, this again?”  Her groan only pisses you off more.

“Yes!  ‘This again’!  Because it’s shitty, Natasha!  It is shitty the way you’re treating another person!”  You’re sure your neighbors can hear you loud and clear as you pace the living room, but you can’t be bothered to care.

“It’s just Bucky, Y/N.”  Your feet immediately come to a halt.

Excuse me?

Just Bucky?! Do you even hear yourself?  Jesus, Nat!  He’s a person!  An amazingly kind hearted who puts up with way too much of your bullshit!  He’s more than his dick - which you can never shut up about!”  The apartment is suddenly too small for this.  You are so mad - and drunk - that you feel like you could crawl out of your own god damn skin.

Natasha’s sour giggle makes you want to claw her out of her skin.

“You don’t have to be such a jealous bitch, y/n.  Everyone knows you want his dick.”

Oh, so she wants to play it that way?

Fine.

“You know what, you’re right!  I am jealous!  I do want his dick!  I want all of him!  I want to wake up next to him in the morning, and watch stupid cartoons together!  I want to share food and laughter and tears with the mother fucker!  I want him and all that he is.  It’s you who’s the jealous one, Nat.”

“Oh don’t be absurd -”  The usually in control redhead all but flinches at your humorless chuckle, the eoutburst cutting her bullshit right off. 

“You’re right.  Stupid me, you’re not jealous.  How could you be when you’ve got him wrapped around your fucking finger?  You treat him like dirt, Nat.  It’s disgusting.  But I know you.  I know that you are jealous.  Because he can be happy without you!  And you. can’t. stand it.  So much so that you’ve got to try to ruin any chance at happiness the poor guy’s got!  You chew people up and spit them out because you can’t fucking be happy with yourself, so no one else can!”

The silence lasts a few moments, your words sinking in to the two of you as you stare each other down.

Natasha is the first to move, her toned body coming to standing after replacing her shoes and grabbing her bag once more.

“Fine.  You know what, wallow here y/n.  But I’m not going to just sit here whining about what could’ve been.”  She snaps coolly, towering over you as she parades to the door.  “You forget, sweetie, I know what could’ve been - I lived it.  He would have worshiped you, y/n.  Ruined you for any other man.  But guess what? He. Chose. Me.”

The click that echoes through your lonely apartment is like a punch in the gut.  The woman who you considered your best friend for the past four years had never spoken to you like that before, nor you to her.  But you’d had enough.  You tell yourself that if she had done it to anyone else, you still would’ve stuck up for them too.

But you know that was a lie.

You stood up to her because when she broke Bucky’s heart, she broke yours too.  And you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You take a deep shaking breath, realizing for the first time that you’d been crying, and return to the count.  Friends doesn’t hold quite the same appeal now as it had just a few minutes ago, but you press play anyway, hoping for a momentary reprieve from your own drama.

The knock on the door has other plans for you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”  You cry, mashing down on the pause button and rising to your feet.  You cast your eyes to the offending door, anger boiling higher and higher with every step.  “What the fuck is it now, Natasha?”  You snarl as you rip the door open, but any malice you’d have left dies on your tongue at the sight that greets you when you open the door.  “Bucky?”

“Did you mean all that?”  He asks.  His voice is raw, his eyes red.  He’d been crying too, you gather.

“I don’t know what you’re talking -”

“Don’t bullshit me, y/n!”  A heavy fist makes your door shutter against the frame, a whimper barely disguising the yelp that wants to fly from your lips.  “I heard you.  Did you mean what you said?  Do you…do you want me?”

Suddenly you feel all too naked in your thin pajama shot and your Hogwarts house tank top.  Here stands the man you’ve loved for years, broken and begging for the truth at your door after being lied to for so long.

How could you deprive him of it any longer?

“…Yes.”

He’s on you immediately.  Pressing you to the wall, lips sweeping in to capture your own large hands cupping your ass as he pulls your legs up to wrap around him.

Oh.

Bucky doesn’t waste any time.  Once his lips and hands are on you, he’s walking - well, running - to the nearest flat surface.  The second he’s got you on the kitchen table, his jacket is left in an abandoned pile on the floor.  Hands tug and push at the layers of clothing keeping the two of you from each other, heavy pants of air blowing from each of your lips.

He doesn’t moan or really talk much.  Just groans, whines, and growls into your neck like if he doesn’t get inside of you soon, he’s going to die.

And it is the hottest thing you have ever heard.

Your name is sighed out through swollen lips, spoken against the skin of your neck as he rids you of the tank top you were wearing.  Upon seeing the distinct lack of anything beneath the offending material, Bucky growls, dipping his head to lavish all over your breasts when his hands drift lower to your waist.

Oooh…

He doesn’t have to say anything to play you like a violin.  Just taps against your hips and then you’re raising them, giving him access to pull your shorts and panties straight from your body.

Somehow, in your fog of pleasure, you miss when Bucky rids himself of his own pants.  That is until his bare hardness is dragging across your lips.  The sensation sends shock waves right through you, bowing your back as he rocks against you again and again.

“You like that baby girl?” Whimpers bubble up in your chest, your hips trying to find purchase and rhythm against his. “Words, y/n.”  He growls and you swear you could cum right there.

Yes, Bucky!  Don’t stop!”

“Good girl.”  He coos, large hand splaying out across your torso to hold you down as his slow and torturous tempo wreaks havoc on your clit.

His fat head pokes at your folds, the animalistic grunts falling coming from him sending shivers down your spine.

OH!

He is hands down the most passionate and enthusiastic man you’ve ever come in contact with.  No wonder Natasha didn’t want to let him go…

And it’s exactly why you have to.

“W-wait, Bucky…we can’t do this.”  You say, immediately wanting to slap whatever sane part of yourself decided to just now take control when you were seconds away from the best sex of your life.

When he looks to your face, lip tugged tight between his teeth, you have to steel yourself to sit up. The primal look in his eye hasn’t quite dissipated as he stares down at you and it makes rejecting him that much harder.

“Why not?”  He says, rolling those fucking hips again.  “I want you y/n.  Please, baby.”  Stamping down the way your eyes flutter and your body reacts to him, you somehow find purchase against his broad chest and push back.

“And I want you, Bucky.  But I can’t sleep with you when not three hours ago you were drinking yourself stupid over another woman.  That woman being my roommate and friend.”  Though you weren’t sure you could really call her that anymore. “I won’t be the rebound, Bucky.”

“You would never be the rebound, y/n.  I care about you!”  Sad eyes search your own, and though you know there’s some truth behind those words you find Bucky’s shirt beside you and hand it back to him.

“Bucky, you’ve been in love a woman who’s been using you for nothing but sex.  Would you do the same to me?  We’d only be taking advantage of each other.  But Bucky, you’re my friend.  I could do that to you, and I won’t do that to myself.”

You don’t even bother to put on your clothes, just grab them in one giant heap and get up from the table.  As your numb legs make your way to your room, you hear the jingle of a buckle, the tell tale sound of a zipper, and the click of an opening and shutting door.


Alternate Ending 1 || Alternate Ending 2 (Coming Soon)

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My Anchor

Reader x Derek Hale

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

imagine: You are both Derek’s girlfriend and his anchor, so, one day, when you help Isaac control his change, Hale gets jealous of you, because he is not willing to share. 

warnings: minor swearing, make-out session, fluff

word count: 847 


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anonymous asked:

Help me with this scenario I have in my head. You wake up and feel shawn's boner. What does he do/happens

Warning: Smut

You were brutally woken up, when you suddenly felt Shawn’s heavy weight on you, pressing you further into the matress. It took you a second or two to open your eyes, but when you did, Shawn’s lusting, dark once met you immediately.

He breathed heavily, before licking his pink lips, not removing his stare from you. You didn’t know why, but suddenly, you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Morning love” he breathed, his voice sounded so dark.

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Stupid tapes

requested? nope, just had the idea in my head for a few days

pairing: Zach x reader

Summary: Zach doesn’t want to tell his girlfriend about the tapes and she has enough and then Bryce Walker makes things even worse

warnings: mention of rape i guess 

words: over 1.8k

part 2

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Y/N once heard Zach and Justin talking about some tapes and when she asked Zach he only brushed her off with a “don’t worry, love, ‘s fine”. Whoever she asked about those tapes either looked confused or told her it’s none of her business. She asked Zach multiple times about them, hoping he would break and tell her anything, so she would finally know what’s going on, but he didn’t. She noticed how tense he got whenever she asked him about them and how he’s changed through the last few weeks. It was taking a tool on Y/N and their relationship, as the girl thought he didn’t trust her and genuinely knew he was hiding something from her. And one day, Y/N decided enough was enough.

“Zach, I’m asking you one last time, what’s going on with these tapes!” they were sitting in his car, heading for his house so he could help her with her biology homework, as he was a year older and amazing at it.

“I’ve told you so many times that you should forget about them and stop worrying,” he replied calmly, though he could sense that Y/N wasn’t going to drop the topic this time.

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Guys, this is a photo of Astrid that her breeder took of her enclosure.

You can see some poo there, but that’s only 24 hours worth.

Look at her water and feed containers in the back ground! Look at the bars she’s standing on! These are the things that get nasty the fastest and hers are SO clean!

It’s obvious that her set up is regularly maintained.

Now, look at Astrid herself.

Big, bright eyes. Nose nice and clear. Feathers smooth, NO stains on the white parts.

Deep, dark black wing shields, with no visible dust. (Birds in poor ventilation do get visibly dusty!)

This is EVERYTHING you should be looking for when evaluating a breeder.

THIS is a bird who’s owner is NOT just giving you a sales pitch when he claims that she is a member of his family!

Astrid is not a show bird.

Her frill is nearly non existent, she stands pretty horizontally, and with nine white flights on one side and only six on the other, she’s really uneven.

A good breeder knows that a bird does not have to be a shoe in on the show circuit to be a good stock bird, and treats ALL of their birds like show winners.

All a great breeding bird needs to improve its breed is one or two really exaggerated or outstanding features, and a mate who cancels out their faults with out spoiling their best features.

In Astrid’s case, those are her beautiful head and her deep, rich color.

Her eyes are big and round. Head is solid and powerful, and her beak is structurally perfect! Her crest is full, beautiful, and even! (And the icing on the cake: her temperament is very patient and sweet.)

Hans stands tall and proud and has PERFECTLY even flights. 9 on both sides is AMAZING! (There can be between 5 and 10 white flights on a shield marked bird, with symmetry highly favored! 10 x 10 is considered perfect, but 11 flights on either or both wings is a fault, undermarking the shield) 

He has a good head and crest that won’t degrade hers, and is a pretty deep, shiny black.

I am SO excited to pair these two!