evan x dylan

I mentally swore, seeing there were no panties in my draw suitable to wear to work. I easily shrugged it off as I pulled my ripped jeans. Doing up the waist a velvet voice brought me out of my head war.

“You are wearing panties under those tight jeans?” I turned to see him still reading his book, as if I was only hearing things, when his eyes flashed up I knew he did speak. “Are you?”

“Yes.” I swallowed hard, my voice shaky as I spoke.

“Are you sure about that?” He stated, placing his book down next to him.

“Yes.” I tried to sound convincing, but the flash that glinted through his eyes, told me other wise. I turned away from him to change into the top I choose out.

“So,” his voice was right behind me now. “If I was to do this,” he whispered as his hands found my stomach and travelled one down. “I would find you with panties on?” He asked, as his teeth grazed my ear. No words came out of my mouth, and now he was absolutely sure I was lying to him.

“Not going to defend yourself now?” He hummed against my neck, as he undid the bottom of my jeans and unzipped the fly. “If I find that you are lying to me, I won’t be nice.”

He circled one arm around my body, holding me to his chest, while a hand trailed down my stomach and into my jeans. My breath hitches as I felt his fingers graze my clit.

“Well, well, well, the kitten was lying.” He tutted.

7

But what do you do when there’s this great divide? He just seemed so far away. And what do you do when the distance is too wide? It’s like I don’t know anything. And how do you say, I love you? I love you. I love you. I love you. But we’re a million worlds apart and I don’t know how I would even start. If I could tell her, if I could 

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I was laying on my stomach, deeply engaged in an episode of Supernatural. I never felt his hands slowly running up my legs until I felt his fingers brush against my core. I started losing focus on Supernatural as his fingers pressed against me harder.

“Pay no attention to me, love. Keep watching your show.” His velvety voice whispered in my ear.

“It’s kinda hard not to pay attention to you, when your fingers are like magic.” I shot back.

“Like magic, you say. Oh baby, you haven’t even seen the full show.” With that, he pushed two fingers inside me as I widened my legs for him.

His fingers moved slowly, torturing me. I felt his arm move under me and lifted my hips up. He then placed a pillow underneath me. I felt him move to sit between my legs, behind me. His hands ran over the curve of my ass, harshly smacking and grabbing both cheeks, making me jolt.

“So round and plump, and all for me.” He said to himself, I let out a small yes as a reply.

“Focus only your show, not me. If you get through the rest of the episode, I’ll let you come. Okay?” He asked, breath floating around my ear.

“Yes, daddy.” I whispered.

“Good girl.” He stated, as he spread my cheeks and attached his mouth to my cunt.

Young!James Potter Imagine

Requested: can you do a young!james potter x reader and they have a huge fight (lots of angst)  and remus tries to help get them back together (and they do get back together) and it has like a nice ending       

+ I’M GOING TO WRITE MORE PARTS OF THIS, OKAY? OKAY.

Warning: I love Lily, I really do, but whenever I write about James, I feel like I can’t make the reader and Lily friends, feel me?  


You don’t really remember how it happened. Maybe you don’t want to remember. It was a nasty a breakup. A lot of mean words and curses were said and you thought there was no way of going back. And everyone was convinced that things between you and James will never be the same again.

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It was one cold December night and everyone was buying gifts for family and friends, the cheerful atmosphere was everywhere around and you couldn’t help but be excited for the Christmas holidays that you were going to spend with James. You and him were 16 years old back then and so in love. He asked you out in your fifth year, after you joined the Quidditch team and you got incredibly close. You knew Sirius since you were a kid, he was your neighbour, Remus was your study pal and Peter was…well you became friends after you’ve James. And your relationship with James seemed perfect when you started dating and with time it got even better, you were so different, yet so alike. He was funny, incredibly funny and he made you laugh even on your saddest days. You could tell him everything and he never judged you. He accepted you for who you are and loved you unconditionally. And you loved him back.

Like I said, it was one cold December night, that everything changed. It came like rain on a sunny day and it left you in pieces. You were making your way back to Hogwarts, you went to Hogsmeade to secretly buy gifts for James, friends and family. As you quickly managed to get to the common room, you saw a scene that you never forgot, the scene that made your heart fall on the ground. It felt like someone stepped on it and then crushed it intentionally. And that someone was James. Your James.

There he was with a bottle of firewhisky in his hand and another one on some girl’s waist. It wasn’t just any girl, it was Lily Evans. And she was kissing your boyfriend. That same Lily who turned him down two years ago, treated him like he was trash and ignored him, even tho he had feelings for her.

But there he was, in the middle of Gryffindor common room, with his hands on her waist and his lips on hers. You felt like someone stabbed you in the back with a knife, so badly you couldn’t move. Tears filled your eyes and you let out a small sob, which made them turn their heads in your direction. As soon as James realized what was happening, he quickly pulled away from Lily, who obviously looked embarrassed and looked at the floor.

“(Y/N), it’s not what it looks like.” he said stepping closer to you. That was a famous line in movies, when someone got caught cheating, yet you experienced it in real life. It was horrible to even look at him.

“Save it James.” was all you managed to blur out, before running to your dorm room.

James stood there, frozen in his place, his eyes staring blankly at the stairs that led to girls dormitory.

It was Lily who broke the silence.

“James, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want her to find out like that.”

He said nothing in return. He felt like the life he knew and the life he build for years, was now crushed in just a few seconds. And for what?

Lily, the girl who never wanted to hurt anyone, was now hurting a girl she once called her friend.

Yes, the two of them weren’t the best of friends, but they still were in the same house and in the same year.

“James?” she asked once more and then he finally looked at her. Her eyes were sad, she felt guilty.

He sighed, as he sat down and put his head in his hands.

“What did I do?” he mumbled to himself, as he let the firewhiskey on the table beside him.

Lily sat down next to him and put her hand on his back. Her hand was soft, yet oddly cold, nothing like yours - warm and gentle.

“I’m so sorry…Maybe I should go talk to her-”

“Don’t even think about it!” James said angrily, looking her dead in the eye.

Lily, surprised, she never saw James react like that, gulped and stood up.

“Okay, I just thought…never mind. If you want to talk I’ll be in the library.” she said, but he didn’t even look at her.

Meanwhile, you were in your room, laying in your cold bed, your tears streaming down your face, on your pillow.

It was a feeling you never forgot. Like something held you by your neck, not letting you breathe. And you thought you will never be happy again. James, wasn’t just some guy you fooled around. It wasn’t love at first sighed. You knew him for a long time, you were best of friends and it took time and dedication that you finally grew to love him. It wasn’t hard, he was always amazing to you. Until now. He broke your heart and you both knew that. Your mother always told you, you were the one who loved the other one more in relationships and it was no different with James. But you were okay with that.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” you said quietly to yourself.

Your eyes were closing, tired of a long and exhausting day which ended miserably and destroyed the life you knew completely.

“I guess it was always her…” you said, before you drifted to sleep.


You woke up, feeling even tired than you were when you went to sleep.

As you turned around, you saw a figure sitting on your bed. It was James, with his head in his hands, his hair messy, his tie loosened and shirt wrinkled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a tired tone.

He turned around in a second and in his messy look, you could realize he was crying. You knew he didn’t sleep, damn right he shouldn’t, that bastard.

You couldn’t deny it, you felt sorry for him, seeing him like that.

“(Y/N) I am so, so sorry. Please-”

“Get out of my room, now.” you demanded.

He just shook his hand and reached for your hand. You moved away, not bothering to look at him.

“Don’t touch me.” you snapped.

“Please just hear me out. You don’t know the whole story.” He pleaded.

Oh really, you thought.

You stood up from your bed angrily.

“Is that so, James? I don’t know the whole story? Let me guess..you and Lily met in the common room, while I was buying gifts for you, and you said to yourself: Oh my girlfriend isn’t here, so why shouldn’t I just have a little fun while’s gone? Tell me James, wasn’t it like that? Except for the fact that you didn’t expect me to return so quickly, did you?”

“No, no, no that’s not what happened!” He said in a serious voice. You knew he hated when you had to have it your way, even when you were deadly wrong.

But he hurt you, so hurt you. even tho, by now you realized that he was sorry. But the damage was done.

You rolled your eyes at him and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

“Please, listen to what I have to say. Let’s talk like normal people.”

You scoffed at that word.

“Normal people?” you said mockingly at him, “you know very well that is impossible for you to talk like a normal person.”

James shook his head in anger.

“Well you’re not trying to be one either.” He snapped at you.

You stormed out of your room, looking at him with your eyes full of tears.

“You kissed her! It was you, not me James! You ruined everything we had, you turned everything in a nightmare. You were drunk and said: (y/n) it’s not what it looks like. I know exactly what it looked like; you were cheating on me, a blind man could see that. So don’t tell me, I’m not a normal person. Because you’re the one who isn’t.”

James put his lips in a thin line, as he struggled back the tears.

“She kissed me. And yes, I was drunk, I was drunk like hell, but even in that state I wasn’t the one who kissed her first. I admit I kissed her back, but I regretted it the second it happened. You came seconds after she kissed me, You didn’t even let me explain, you just assumed what happened and I couldn’t tell you otherwise. Look Lily can tell you we-”

“Stop it James, I can’t listen to you right now.” you said coldly.

He still smelled of alcohol, he looked terrible, but his eyes remained the same. They were brown, with shades of gold and they were looking at you lovingly just like the first day when they met yours.

8

Your Celebrity Crush (Y/c/c) x Reader


Alcohol coursed through your veins as you stumbled up your front porch, sloppily fumbling with your keys as you tried to unlock your front door.

You grumbled and sighed dramatically, shaking the knob profusely when it wouldn’t unlock.

Suddenly, the door flew open making you jump back realizing the person standing there was Y/c/c. Maybe you were drunker than you thought. “Wh-what are you doing in there?” You mumbled, pointing at him. 

He chuckled, watching you gently sway from side to side. “Uhm,” he cleared his throat and glanced around his house. “I live here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stepped forward, Y/c/c snorting as he stepped to the side so you could peek inside. “You’re right.” you stepped back outside. “I wouldn’t put that chair there.” 

Y/c/c bit down on his bottom lip trying not to laugh as he watched you scrunch your nose up and shake your head.

“You’re Y/n right? I’m Y/c/c, I just moved in next door to you.” Your eyes widened again and your  lips broke out into a breathtaking smile making his heart skip a beat. 

“So it is you.” you giggled. “Maybe I’m not as drunk as I thought.” 

Y/c/c chuckled. “No, maybe not but hey,” he reached out and grabbed your shoulders when you started tilting to one side a bit too far. “Let’s get you to your house, yeah?”

You smiled and nodded, letting him help you to your house. 

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favorite male characters [1/?] - tate langdon
“Something’s changed in you towards me. You’re distant. Cold. I don’t know what I’ve done but I’ll leave you alone from now on if that’s what you want. Is that what you want? Do you know why I’d leave you alone? Because I care about your feelings more than mine. I love you. There. I said it. I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”

Peter Maximoff Imagine - P.E Hero

Warnings: mild swearing, angst

For: @dreaming-legend

Request: A Peter Maximoff imagine :D ? When they’re in P-E class, but reader and Peter are having a little fight and reader got the ball in the face because she didn’t see it coming ? Idk it’s weird but thanks !

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Let’s get one thing straight, if there’s anything I hate more than fighting with my silver-haired boyfriend - it’s P.E class. I have nothing against physical activity, I love a good jumping jack once in a while but playing dodgeball against and army full of testosteroned teenage boys is not my ideal way to spend second period. 

I slam my locker shut and feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket for the millionth time today, I don’t even bother looking at it because I know it’s Peter. He’s been texting and calling me all day non-stop, my phone went off so much in math class that my teacher threatened to confiscate it if I didn’t turn it off. The temptation of opening those texts and replying back to him is unbearable, but i refuse to give in. Last night Peter and I got in an argument about him not wanting to talk to his father, Peter never knew his dad when he was growing up it’s just been him and his mom, until recently and he’s refusing to meet with him. I know that I shouldn’t push him but he should want to get to know his dad, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Anyway we ended up yelling at each other for hours of which turned into a contest of who could scream at the other louder.

*flashback*

“Peter, I think it would be good for you to at least meet him!” I say, my voice raising with each word.

“Why would I Y/N? He hasn’t been in my life for 17 years, why would I want him in it now?!” he yells.

“Because he’s your dad Peter!” I try to reason with him.

“Not everyone has a perfect family like you Y/N! You think you can tell me what’s good for me just because you still have both your parents? I don’t need him and I sure as hell don’t need you!” Peter exclaimed, his face red from all his built up aggravation.

 I can’t believe he said that, I mean I know he’s angry but that was way out of line. My life isn’t perfect and he knows that, out of all people I thought I could at least count on him to be sensible. In my head I know he said that in the heat of the moment, but i can’t help but think  he actually meant it.

“Fine Peter, if you don’t need me. I’m gone.” I say grabbing my belongings and walking towards the door. “Have a nice life.” I say as I slam the door shut.

*end of flashback*

I know that he’s sorry but I can’t talk to him right now, not yet at least. I make my way through the busy crowd of students struggling to get to their class on time, luckily I don’t run into Peter on my way past his locker but I’m surprised he’s not there begging on his knees with flowers hoping I’ll show him mercy and forgive his sorry ass. Maybe he gave up on me, just the thought of us not being together anymore makes my stomach churn. Can it really be over?

I make my way into the girls locker room to change into my unflattering gym clothes, seriously could they make these any uglier and uncomfortable? As i leave the locker room I join my friends and huddle around my teacher to hear our teams. As my teacher talks I make eye contact with Peter, we look at each other briefly before I focus my gaze back on my teacher. 

“You will all be split up into 2 teams. I will tolerate absolutely no horseplay today that includes deliberately throwing the ball in someones face, one mistake and someone can get seriously injured.” My teacher urges.

“Then why are we playing?” I mutter under my breath ducking my head, my friends giggle and nudge my shoulder, my teacher glares at me obviously not thinking that was funny. 

She names off the teams and I’m anxious to see if Peter and I will be on the same team or not, being on a team with him could get distracting but being on the opposite team of him could land me with a ball in the face at 100 miles an hour - knowing about his fast pace powers could be unfortunate in my favour. She names of people’s names and sends me to the right side of the gym and Peter to the left side, thank god. She continues to name off students and sends Marcus on my side, he’s at least 6ft tall and has tanned skin and dark brown hair, his reputation perceives him as a HUGE flirt so maybe I’ll flirt with him to make a certain silver haired man jealous. 

“Hey Marcus” I say in my most chipper voice, “I’m really not good at this whole dodgeball thing, do you think you could help me out?” I say lightly touching his bicep.

“Yeah sure Y/N, don’t worry I’ll protect you.” , he says with a wink. 

I glance over Marcus’ shoulder to see Peter glaring at us, he walks over to our P.E teacher and is what I assume to be asking her if he can switch teams. I guess she says no because he saunters back over to his side with an annoyed look on his face, crossing his arms like a child who got sent to a time out. Oh well.

The teacher blows the whistle and everyone runs to the centre of the gym to grab as many dodgeball as they can, most of them go to our side, Marcus runs over to me and gives me a ball, “Thanks Marcus” I say politely. 

“Anyone specific you’re out to get?” he asks with a smug look on his face. I point to where Peter is standing defenceless, like a deer caught in the headlights. Marcus nods and hauls his ball Peter’s way. Peter dodges out of the way - a little too quicker than he should in public and grabs the ball to throw back at Marcus. Underestimating his aiming skills, Peter throws the ball at what seems like lightning speed and rather it hitting Marcus it hits me right in the side of the head and knocks me on my ass. I fall to the ground and everyone stops and drops their dodgeballs, some people laugh, others grimace and some run to my side, one of which include Peter.

“Y/N I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you!” Peter explains frantically.

I groan in response. I move my hand up to my head to make sure it’s still there because it feels as if he decapitated me, with the amount of force he threw the ball with - I’m surprised he didn’t.

“Maximoff, take Ms. Y/L/N to the nurse please. And see yourself to the principal’s office when you know she’s alright.” my teacher says sternly. Peter mutters a faint “okay” as he helps me up and carries me to the nurse.

… 

“Alright, you can sit up” the nurse says to me, “you’ll be fine, at most it’s a light concussion. Take a few days on bed rest and you will be back to normal.” she explains, Peter takes my hand and helps me sit up, as the nurse leaves to get me some Advil. 

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry. For everything. I was such an idiot for yelling to you the way I did, I know you were just trying to help and I was just so mad with myself.” he explains defeated, cowering his head down.

“Peter, why are you mad at yourself?” I ask wincing as i sit up straight.

“I’m scared. I’m scared that my dad won’t want to meet me, he left when my mom was pregnant. He didn’t want me then so why would he want me now?” he says keeping his head down.

“Peter,” i say carefully lifting his head to face me, “you’re dad would be an idiot if he didn’t want to meet you, but you don’t know for sure. At least try to reach out to him. I know that he will love you just as much as i do.” I say reassuringly. He looks up and smiles at me, his dimple poking out as he does.

“You still love me? What about Marcus?” he says, his smile fading into a frown. I let out a faint laugh.

“I was just mad at you and tried to make you jealous, it obviously worked.” I say as I point to my battered, concussed head, he laughs and brings my face towards his and places a light lingering kiss on my forehead rubbing it softly with his thumb. I smile and hold his face gently in my hands.

“I could never stop loving you Peter Maximoff, you silver haired, hot headed, jealo-” before I can continue mocking him he cuts me off and pulls me into him and presses his lips lightly against mine. I melt into the kiss and run my fingers through his hair, he has a gentle grasp on the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss. Before we can go any further we hear someone clear their throat and we quickly break apart. We were so caught up in the kiss we didn’t notice the nurse come back in.

“Think you two could stop sucking face long enough for Y/N to take her medication?” she asks clearly annoyed. We both look at each other and laugh, Peter helps me stand up and takes the medication from the nurse and we leave flushed faces and all. I wrap my arms around his torso and he pulls me into him, I can smell his rugged cologne.

“Looks like we won’t be seeing much of each other for the next week.” I say sticking my bottom lip out and pouting.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Peter asks smirking and gazing into my eyes, if not from the concussion I think his loving stare may make me faint. 

“Because, I’m on bed rest and you most likely will have detention for pummelling your girlfriend in the head with a dodgeball.” I say smiling up at his tall frame.

“Oh yeah,” he says pouting as well, “well then i guess I’ll just have to take advantage of the time we have right now.” he says winking at me, before I know it he scoops me up into his arms and I laugh at how ridiculous he is. Once again he pulls me in for a passionate kiss right in the middle of the hallway, I could care less if anyone catches us because right now I’m kissing my P.E hero.

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