hand on own chest

He rips his shirt off his oiled chest
So certain -

How is it you don’t know what hot is?

Give me brains, a banter respect,
Give me hands that know how to touch
More than your own well-defined chest

It starts with words, with thoughtfulness
It starts with eyes listening, searching
Eyes glancing to lips -

It starts with minds
And those with nothing to say to me

Lose their appeal, I bore easily
Of muscles and pure-white smiles

But flexing brains will weaken me
Every time -


Burden of Proof

Word Count: 2357

Request: “ Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is. 

Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness

A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.

Steve Version

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” you groaned through clenched teeth as Natasha dragged you through the halls and over the bodies of the incapacitated Hydra agents.

“Hush! There could still be some stragglers hanging around,” she hissed at you, readjusting her hold in order to pull you along more quickly.

“Well if you hadn’t been there to pull me out of the way, that delightful bullet would have definitely silenced me for good. You have only yourself to blame.”

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biting down

“What do you need right now?”

Kara dips her head down, shoulders raising and falling with such a weight, that oh, she wishes she could take for her sister. “I,” Kara shakes her head, runs a jerky hand through it that Alex takes, tugs her sister closer, “I don’t know Alex. I don’t-”

Kara’s arms around her aren’t as tight as she thought they’d be. Her hands hang off her back as Kara presses her face into her shoulder. “I’m so proud of you,” she repeats firmly into Kara’s hair, says it again when Kara turns her head away. Runs a hand down Kara’s back and settles it there when Kara’s arms finally wrap around her. 

(It’s still so, so loose.

A barely there pressure. As present as Kara’s stare.

Something about it chilling her down to her bones.)

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desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

no promises

He needs her more than anything else, he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth dragging along his shoulder. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her. All despite her tenacious attempts to keep him distant from her.

Illuminate x Her series, Pt. I, Pt. II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Her 
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1751

They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a need to be close dragging her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when they both push their jackets off their shoulders and take off their shoes in a hurry, and when he pulls her top over her head. Her fingers work fast to unbutton his shirt and remove it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom. 

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Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary: Sam doesn’t approve of what you’re wearing. Dean does. 

Warnings: possessive/dominant/jealous!Sam, language, a little dirty talk. 

Words: 700+

“If you think I’m letting you leave here with her dressed like that, you’re insane.” Sam gestures in your direction, however his words are meant for Dean.

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oh baby | newt scamander

prompt: Could you write an imagine where Newt is still at Hogwarts and his only friend is a Ravenclaw whom he’s loved ever since they met but he’s his shy little self about it all

theme: hella fluff

warnings: nothing

author note: boi, am I dead on the inside.

Originally posted by morgan-leigh

Newt meets her when he’s twelve years old. She’s all smiles and chubby soft cheeks and knowledge. Wearing a delicate pink dress with a matching ribbon in her hair. He’s immediately smitten, though he knows they won’t be in the same house because she’s obsessed with knowing more and she’s witty and she’s so open minded. She is very confused about a lot of things but she wants to know more. He’s already in love, he just doesn’t know it yet.

Newt is thirteen when he realizes he’s in love. Between her hand grabbing at his own and the thump of his heart against his chest. She’s pulling him to the lake because she saw the mermaids and he’s got to see them too. He has–he doesn’t tell her that though because the feeling in his chest is warm and lovely and he doesn’t want it to stop.

Newt is fourteen when he wants to kiss her. She’s got a bowtruckle in her hands and she’s smiling down at it and he really wants to kiss her. It climbs up her and latches onto her blue and black tie. She’s smiling and giggling and he’s leaning in but he stops himself because they’re friends and he can’t ruin that.

Newt is fifteen and she’s got a boyfriend and he treats her right but he could treat her better. He kisses her and her face gets red and Newt smiles because he can’t say anything. That’s when he befriends Leta. She isn’t good for him but no one can talk him out of it

Newt is sixteen when he’s kicked out of Hogwarts. She follows him out of the school and grabs his hand like she always does and she’s crying. She begged for him not to be expelled because his creatures wouldn’t hurt anyone! He tells her to go back inside because she doesn’t need him but she doesn’t. He can feel a blush forming and love forming in his lungs and chest and she kisses him–hard. Her hands come up to her face and she says oh baby, I can wait on you forever.

Newt is seventeen and at home with his mum when she comes by. Knocking on the door and waiting for he boyfriend to answer. He does and he’s smiling at her and she kisses him and smiles. It’s summer and she’s staying with him and his family because she really does miss him.

Newt is eighteen when she brings him to meet her family. They’re muggles who try their best to learn about magic so they know her better. They make cake and pudding and her parents start calling him son because he really is a sweet good boy. And they don’t know much about magical creatures, only what she’s told them and they love them when he pulls out a niffler and a demiguise.

Newt is nineteen when he asks her to marry him. It’s the most excited he’s ever seen her when she smiles and jumps up and kisses him. He doesn’t have a lot of money but he still gets a ring for her and it really isn’t a lot but she loves it.

Newt is twenty when they get married and he loves the way her name sounds with his last name and all he wants is to kiss her for all the times he hasn’t at Hogwarts. Both of their families are there and it’s a riot because the muggles and the wizards and witches are all drunk and doing ridiculous things.

Newt is twenty one when he takes the job to write the book. She’s coming with him, obviously. And life is good.

friendly competition [sam wilson/bucky barnes]

bucky and sam argue over who’s the better kisser. you’ll be the judge of that.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup

warnings: light suggestive content

additional notes: i’m back! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little over a week, and i hope yall like it :) thanks for sticking around and i hope to post more fics soon.

They were bickering when you entered the kitchen for lunch that afternoon.

“It’s gotta be me. I’ve had the most practice.”

“When’s the last time you even kissed someone?”

“When’s the last time you did, old man? The thirties?”

You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the fridge, hoping to find sufficient ingredients for a bagel sandwich. Listening to Sam and Bucky argue was the last thing you wanted to do after an hour-long workout, but you couldn’t help but be curious. “Should I even ask what you two are arguing about?” you asked, flashing Sam and Bucky a withering look over your shoulder.

Bucky defended himself immediately. “Sam here thinks he’s the better kisser. I’m trying to tell him why he’s wrong.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh, there is no way Snowflake here is better than me. He can run, he can lift, he can fight, but I draw the line at kissing. Help me out, Y/N.”

“Sam, I wouldn’t even know,” you told him, taking a moment to relish the cool air wafting from the open refrigerator. You found the cream cheese, butter, and cherry tomatoes before letting the door swing shut. “I’ve never kissed either of you. All I know is from what you two brag about to Steve and me, and even that has to be pretty biased.”

Bucky snorted. “Please, doll, I speak nothing but the unbiased truth.”

You shrugged and started gathering your supplies. You were making a grilled cheese bagel sandwich and if that meant having to weather their bickering, so be it. “Whatever you say, Bucky.” You wondered if you should grab your earbuds and drown them out with music.

There was hushed murmuring back and forth between the two of them, and then Sam cleared his throat. “I mean, you’re right,” he began. “You’ve never kissed either of us.”

You turned around, fixing him with narrowed eyes. He was leaning with his elbows on the counter, watching you with a playful glint in his eye. “And?”

“Maybe to put this argument to rest,” Bucky chimed in, stepping around the counter and making his way toward you, “you need to see for yourself who’s better.” He stopped by the fridge, lifting an eyebrow to punctuate his proposition. “Whaddya say?”

You blinked. Had he really just suggested that you kiss him and Sam? Was Bucky really giving you the panty-dropping onceover and was Sam really licking his lips like you were some mouthwatering dessert? Your teammates, your friends, two men you’d worked with for years now, men you had never pictured yourself being romantically or even sexually involved with—well, not often. Your mind wandered every now and then, when you saw Bucky lifting weights shirtless or Sam slow-grinding to old-school R&B while he cooked breakfast. Okay, maybe you did picture yourself with them a few times, but it meant nothing. You pictured them as much as you pictured Steve or Thor. You worried that getting a taste of the real thing would enhance your fantasies by tenfold, and you were still sweaty (and half-dressed) from your workout, but none of that stopped you from looking Bucky straight in the eye and saying, “Fine. Who’s first?”

There was the slightest expression of surprise in both Bucky and Sam’s eyes, but neither of them hardly wavered from his confidence. They exchanged a look, and you crossed your arms. “Well?” you prompted, only half-feigning impatience.

Bucky turned back to you, slipping effortlessly back into his predatory swagger as he sauntered up to you. The T-shirt he was wearing clung to every inch of his chest and exposed just enough of his arms to make you sigh with longing. He smelled amazing. His hands slid up your arms to your cheeks, cupping your jaw as he leaned down. “Ready, doll?”

You nodded. Bucky smiled and sealed his lips to yours.

You knew Bucky had gone several decades without affection. He’d come to the Avengers headquarters a touch-starved wreck, plagued with nightmares, anxiety, depression, problems you had all wished you could heal with a simple push of a button. He was far from completely healed, but now you saw firsthand that his craving for human touch hadn’t diminished in the slightest. His kiss was ravenous, desperate. You gripped his shoulders with your hands, letting your eyes flutter closed. He used his gentle grip on your jaw to tip your head back, pressing his hips into yours and grinding into you. His metal hand felt wonderfully cool on your skin, and you wondered how it would feel elsewhere on your body. He nipped at your lower lip, making you whimper, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocated as best as you could, lost in the ecstasy that was Bucky Barnes, until he finally pulled away, his lips detaching from yours with a soft, wet smack.

You swayed a little on your feet, but Bucky’s hand on your hip kept you steady. “Wow,” you exhaled, feeling like you were buzzing all over. “Nice.”

Bucky chuckled. “‘Nice’? I was expecting some higher praise, doll.” He squeezed your hip and stepped away from you. “Take your time, sweetheart. I’ll be right here. Your turn, Samuel.” He clapped Sam on the back as he sat down at the kitchen island, smirking.

Sam seemed impressed but not the least bit shaken. He rose from his seat and walked over to you, his brown eyes locked with yours. They were so warm, filled with an intensity unlike any look you’d ever seen from Sam. “Good?” he murmured, his arms encircling your waist to draw you up against him. You hadn’t noticed that you’d been leaning against the counter for support.

“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly, and Sam kissed you.

Where Bucky’s kiss was wild, Sam’s was soft. His lips were so plush, moving against yours with an unhurried rhythm, like this was a regular occurrence. The gentle approach had you feeling just as heady, as his hands roamed your body, from your shoulders to your waist and teasingly close to your ass. You held your hands on his chest, partly for the sake of your own balance. He used his tongue before his teeth, licking your bottom lip and asking for entry. You allowed it, and his tongue rubbed tantalizingly against yours. Sam had bragged countless times about what an amazing lover he was, always taking his time, savoring every moment, every touch, every sensation. Evidently, the same was true of his kisses. Sam’s kiss was slow, slow and sensual, and you felt like you could go on like this for hours. He was teasing you, and when you tried deepening the kiss, he smiled against your lips, amused at your eagerness. His hands finally dipped down and squeezed your ass, just once, but enough to make you gasp. He moved one up to the back of your head, the other to your waist, letting his fingers rove aimlessly over your bare ribs.

You sighed heavily, and it came out more as a moan than a breath. Sam pulled away, grinning at you smugly. He released you from his arms, wiping his mouth with the pad of his thumb. You’d possibly gotten a little carried away, you decided.

“What? No ‘wow’?” Sam joked.

You shook your head. “Wow,” you croaked, reaching behind you to grasp the counter.

“Who’s it gonna be, doll?” Bucky piped up, watching you curiously.

You mulled it over in your head, the two kissing styles, both so different, yet so enticing: Bucky, who kissed with as much fervor as he sparred, and Sam, who left you weak and wanting so much more. You couldn’t care less; they were both downright sexy. “Can’t tell. You’re both too good. I think I’ll just eat my lunch in my room. Mind cleaning this up?” With that, you grabbed a pear and a couple bananas from the fruit bowl and started exiting the kitchen. “Thanks, boys.”

Bucky and Sam sat there, openmouthed and unbelieving. “Wait, you can’t just—you said you’d decide!” Bucky cried after you, watching your shaky form pad down the hallway.

You laughed. “If you really need to know, why don’t you kiss each other?” you offered lightheartedly.

Bucky blinked. He looked over at Sam, who looked equally taken aback. They wouldn’t…Would they?

Sam turned to Bucky and shrugged. “Pucker up, Snowflake.”

the kind of morning scene i want

Magnus’ eyes fluttered open before Alec’s, like usual. He could feel the weight of an arm on him as well as a steady breath on his cheek. Magnus’ mouth felt dry but he didn’t want to move after the sight of Alec only inches from his face pleased him. Their noses were almost touching and Alec’s  messy raven hair fell onto his closed eyelids. Magnus found that one of his own hands rested on Alec’s bare chest and he could feel the boy’s warm heartbeat.

Magnus admired the impossible way in which the warm sun swept across Alec’s face, lighting up features that made Magnus weak. The smallest amount of stubble covered Alec’s jaw. In that moment, it was so quiet that it almost scared Magnus, so calm that he couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn. It felt like every wall in the room would come crashing down on them any minute. He became too aware of his own breathing and the way it sped up just by the sight of a peaceful, safe Alec.

Toes becoming increasingly colder, Magnus stretched his feet out to touch Alec’s in an attempt to warm them up. And they did, causing Alec’s toes to start wiggling too, but his eyes remained closed.

Magnus let his ringless fingers wander along Alec’s body, tracing every rune on him but making sure to avoid his parabatai rune. He wasn’t about to take any chances of Jace feeling that. Alec woke at the touch and traced his own circles onto Magnus’ back where his hand was lazily draped. “Hey,” mumbled Alec, a smile gracing his face and hazel eyes sparkling in the sun.

Magnus looked up at him with the silliest grin and whispered “Hey.” He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to Alec’s lips. Magnus swore that he heard Alec make the prettiest noise from the back of his throat into Magnus’ mouth and smiled.

Pulling away, Alec turned onto his stomach and pressed half of his face into the pillow, only looking at his boyfriend with one eye. Magnus felt his heart clench as Alec’s nose squished adorably into the pillow. They stayed quiet for a while until Alec said, “This silence is so calming.”

Magnus took in a deep breath. He couldn’t disagree more. In fact, Magnus found it so crushingly overwhelming. “It’ll be the silence that kills me when you die,” he whispered expressionlessly in a kind of eerie tone and Alec’s breath hitched in his throat.

Alec swallowed but stayed quiet for a few seconds more, almost threatening Magnus with his stillness. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he said firmly but in a gentle tone.

Magnus let out a breath of a laugh and a sad smile as he stroked Alec’s hair with his fingers. His thumb repeatedly grazed along Alec’s ear and neck rune in a way that burned the skin there and made him slightly anxious. Magnus leaned in again and placed a tender kiss on the corner of Alec’s mouth, causing the boy’s lids to half close.

Magnus licked his lips and looked down at Alec’s body, again letting himself admire the patterns of sun that the curtains made which flooded across Alec’s pale skin – the way his muscled back rose and fell with each breath. Magnus wouldn’t have guessed the nervous state Alec was in right then. But watching Magnus’ eyes flicker with bits of gold helped bring him down.

Alec rolled onto his side and placed both of his hands on Magnus’ chest, moving them up and down his body. His fingers lightly grazed over each and every bit of Magnus’ skin, now making Magnus’ breath hitch. Alec’s hands finally rested on the waistband of Magnus’ pants.

“What are you thinking?” whispered Alec and Magnus smiled, bringing a hand up and curling his long fingers around the back of Alec’s neck.

“If someone had told me a century ago that one day I would be in love with one of the Lightwood children, I would’ve laughed in their face,” Magnus said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, yeah?” laughed Alec, pulling Magnus closer by the waistband and brushing his lips against the Warlock’s.

Magnus swallowed hard and kissed Alec roughly and with everything he had. “Yeah,” he replied before capturing Alec’s lips once again.

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in the meantime, how i wish the balcony scene went.

What Happens In Vegas: The Final Part

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! Idk if anyone knew but I was going through some rough patches for a little while. Gonna try to write on a regular basis now. Anyways, here is the final part. There will be an epilogue! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 2,101

- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky followed you around the next morning like a lost puppy. He was nervous, constantly biting his nails, his hands fidgeting. You drank at least three cups of coffee, trying to keep your mind clear and alert for the sure shit storm that was going to be this trial. You had put out all the stops to pull these strings; normally, cases like this didn’t go to trial for months. But you knew people and, although you didn’t exercise that privilege often, you were glad it was there.

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It had been a dare.

‘Come on Granger! You can’t be afraid of a little kiss.’

‘It’s just a dare Hermione, if you’d rather take the drink…’

‘It’s not like he’d be the first Weasley you’ve kissed.’

Malfoy had smirked, and Harry had assured, and Ron had guffawed, and George…

George had given her that cheeky smile she hadn’t seen on his face in…far to long. In the end she had caved, but once alone in the cozy broom closet George hesitated.

‘We don’t have to kiss Hermione. We can just pretend. No one has to know…’

It was hard to see his face in the dim light coming from crack under the door, but she could hear the dejection in his voice. He tried to cover it up with humor, but she knew.

And it wasn’t that she found George unattractive, or that she thought he’d be a terrible kisser. It was that kissing complicated things. Hermione liked her currently uncomplicated life. Sure, sometimes she missed cuddling under the covers and pancake breakfasts and holding hands in the market, but she didn’t need it.

And she was okay with that.


Until she couldn’t bear to hear that tone in his once jovial voice. With a groan Hermione grabbed the front of his shirt and stood up high on tip-toes until their lips crashed together.

George inhaled sharply through his nose and too late Hermione realized that maybe he didn’t want to kiss her. She let go of his shirt and pulled back…

Only to be pulled right back against the hard planes of George’s chest. Her hands -currently caught betwixt them- clenched, bunching his shirt in her fists as his hands settled first on her back then lower until they found her thighs. Suddenly Hermione found herself in the air, before the solid wood of the wall found her back. His lips left hers…


George pressed her back against the wall and used his hips to hold her in place. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if they belonged there. Feather light touches on her bare waist made her gasp softly and George took advantage, slipping his tongue into her mouth, stroking her tongue with his own.

Hermione’s hands wandered over his chest and into his hair. Her fingers tangling in the soft locks. She tugged and George moaned and pulled away again.

They stared at each other. Pressed against a broom closet wall with the barely there lighting keeping their faces mostly in shadow.

As she stared, Hermione marveled.


She hadn’t known.

Until this moment, she hadn’t realized that she had been starved and George… George was her air.

His lips turned up in a delicious grin…she shivered.


‘Times up!’

Hermione and George scrambled apart, hastily smoothing down clothing as the door pulled open to reveal Draco. The large grin on his face dropped slightly when he saw them standing as far apart as the space would let them. Silently, George and Hermione re-joined the circle. For the rest of the game, Hermione’s eyes were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Noticing the way his hands moved when he talked, and the way he constantly bounced his leg, and the way his lips shaped each word…

She was staring, but she couldn’t seem to stop. She told herself to look away, but then his eyes caught her own. That grin was back before he bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he let it back out and licked the slightly swollen lip.

Hermione blushed, but didn’t look away.

She hadn’t known…

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Chatting (By Other Means)

MariChat May 13th: SIN


Sequel: Link

Summary: Flattery gets Chat somewhere.

Marinette couldn’t help but think that Chat’s behavior lately was patently unfair. His complete disregard for her heart was beginning to chip away what little resistance she had to his, admittedly silly, charm. What was she supposed to do when he told her she was amazing, cute, and a thousand other things? She may have been used to his compliments as Ladybug, but that was as Ladybug. She didn’t really feel like Marinette deserved the kind of flattery Chat was bestowing on her. Which was probably why it had such an effect on her in the first place.

It was also the reason she was where she was: Pressing Chat Noir back against her desk as she pressed her lips to his.

Really, she was just angry that Chat had the audacity to steal her heart. She had spent so long trying to guard it as Ladybug that she should have known better. She thought that, as Marinette, she wouldn’t have to worry about Chat and his Chattiness. So, when Chat showed up for the hundredth time with that stupidly attractive grin on his face and a compliment on his lips she thought the best course of action was to shut him up preemptively.

Which, in retrospect, was probably the biggest mistake she could make if she wanted her heart back.

Especially when he started kissing her back.

She felt her breath hitch as he pressed his lips harder into hers. She could feel his hands as they moved to her sides to lightly hold her. His long nails bit into her skin through her clothes. Her own hands were still on his chest from when she had pushed him towards her desk. Chat had his eyes closed and Marinette closed her own as soon as he she felt him try to deepen the kiss further. They bumped their noses together as they continued kissing.

She tried to deepen the kiss even further by asking for entrance with her tongue, but instead he parted their lips. She whimpered slightly at the sudden loss of contact. They both opened their eyes as they panted; out of breath from kissing.

Her breath hitched when she noticed the desire shining in his eyes.

A smirk pulled at his lips. Just as he was opening his mouth to undoubtedly say something embarrassing she closed the distance and resealed his lips with her own. With her eyes already closed she missed Chat’s eyes widening and a soft pliant look overtaking them. Closing his eyes once more Chat tugged the girl even closer to him. Close enough for them to feel their chests touching. The only thing between them her hands.

Marinette flushed further, but instead of retreating she gently pressed her tongue against his lips. Chat answered her request by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She shivered at the feeling of his tongue battling with hers. She whined when he abruptly pulled back only to giggle when he started to place light kisses on her cheeks and nose.

He pulled away from her face and grinned.

Marinette felt a little bit of dread. If she didn’t do something he would probably ruin everything with some comment about cats and tongues. To stop him she quickly moved towards him to start planting her own kisses on his face. First she placed gentle kisses to his cheeks that could almost be mistaken for a normal greeting, if it weren’t for how wet her lips were from them kissing. Next, she pressed a gentle kiss to his nose and then giggled when it scrunched up cutely.

Chat pouted at her giggling and quickly moved to put a stop to it. She squeaked as he pulled her close once more and positively melted when he pressed his lips back into hers. This kiss was rougher than the earlier ones as Chat sought to make her come undone. His tongue was eagerly accepted back into her mouth as she moaned. Embarrassed by the sound Marinette was surprised by the slight purring noise she earned from Chat in return. Emboldened by the purring Marinette didn’t hesitate to show her appreciation by running her hands up and down his chest.

Chat meanwhile was attempting to get more moans out of her. He moved his hands slowly down her sides before taking her hips in a firm grip. The moan he got for that made him purr even louder.

They suddenly broke apart when they both heard Marinette’s mother call for her. A look of relief was shared when they both realized she was shouting from below and hadn’t come up to find them smacking lips.

Realizing he needed to go Chat glanced towards the hatch. She gestured that it was fine and he could leave. With a final look of regret at having to leave so suddenly Chat pressed a lingering and gentle kiss to her brow and then bid her farewell.

Marinette sighed as she watched him disappear. At least she had succeeded in stopping him from talking.

As she headed down to help her mother one last thought got stuck in her head.

Would kissing him next time work to stop him again? She smirked. Well, there was only one way to find out.

She couldn’t wait to see if it worked next time as well.


Who: Cole Sprouse
Quote: I love you, idiot. 

Cole and [Y/N] were practically inseparable on and off set. Their friendship hadn’t begun on Riverdale but actually years ago on Suite Life with his brother. [Y/N] wasn’t a character on the hit Disney show for long but long enough to form a solid friendship with the Sprouse twins. It was a little ironic to them because she had been Dylan’s love interest on Suite Life back then and was now Cole’s love interest on Riverdale. There was a standing joke that she was just hopping to one Sprouse to the next.  

Just like Cole and Dylan, after her own Disney show came to an end, she enrolled in college and dropped the idea of being an actor. She had no intentions of returning but after some major convincing from Cole to audition for this new television series, she decided to give it a shot. And after some beautiful friendships were made with her cast mates, she never regretted it. However, she did feel that Riverdale will probably be her last ever project involving the acting world. As much as she enjoyed acting again, she had grown up in the time she was in college. There were more important things she felt that she could be doing with her life than provide amusement for people. But, again, she had plenty of time with her Riverdale family until then. 

[Y/N] and Cole were seated next to each other, preparing to be interviewed for their show. Unbeknownst to them, the camera had already begun rolling, catching their undeniably chemistry. 

“Quit it,” [Y/N] swatted his hand from her leg. Smiling, she laughed. “I said quit it, Cole!” Smacking his hand once more from her fringe pieces that covered her dress. “I swear to, if you don’t!” Taking matters into her own hands, she started to pinch his chest, hoping that she would catch a nipple. 

“Ow, ow!” Cole laughed, blocking her movements to pinch him any further. Grabbing her hands, he held them tight. “Alright, let’s call a truce.” 

Playfully narrowing her eyes, “You’re actually going to stop? I know you Cole,” squinting her eyes, she smirked. “The very minute i let my guard down, you’re going to mess with it again. I don’t have time for your shit.” 

“Ouch,” Cole laughed. Letting go of her hands, he put his own up in submission. “I promise.” 

“I don’t trust you.” [Y/N] laughed. 

“What? You don’t trust me? What. I’m deeply hurt.” Cole pretended to act upset. 

Rolling her eyes, “Oh build a bridge and get over it.” 

“Cute. That line is what? Twenty years old now.” 

“Well, it’s younger than you, so there’s that.” 

“Really?” Cole scoffed, but it was immediately followed by a smile. 

“Yes, really.” 

“You’re a brat.” 

“I take that as a compliment.” [Y/N] snickered. 

“Remind me again why were friends?” Cole chuckled. 

“Because I’m amazing, what other reason do you need?” 

The interviewer walked in just in time to see their little banter, smiling, he chuckled. “I assume this the reason why your cast mates say you shouldn’t be paired in interviews?” 

Cole shrugged, chuckling as well. “Ah, they just hate on us because they aren’t us.” 

[Y/N] shook her head, smiling, “I love you, idiot.” 

Pouting, “You called me an idiot.”

“Because you are one.” She shot back, turning towards the interviewer, she sighed in content. “We’ve known each other for years, it’s probably best that we don’t get paired or sit next to each other on the panel. We’re trouble.” 

“Yes, yes we are.” Cole agreed, smirking. 

Giant: Ch. 6

We drifted to survive
I needed you to stay
But I let you drift away
My love where are you?

It just happened, the flurry of it.

Kara never meant for that to happen, and she surely hadn’t counted on Lena reciprocating so eagerly. She never let herself even imagine a world in which that was a fathomable thought. But she ended up holding her against the fridge, and she left a handprint in the door because she was wound so tightly, she couldn’t figure out how to let go. She couldn’t remember ever not being able to control herself. And then Lena Luthor existed.

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No matter how much everything hurts

Prompt; Soulmate AU where you can take away pain from your soulmate or soulmate AU where you can transfer pain to your soulmate

AU where you can voluntarily open yourself up to take on half the pain your soulmate feels.

As soon as Luffy is old enough to understand where the pain is coming from, he takes it. He takes it all on, he takes it without question. Doesn’t even think about closing it all off.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a reaction kinda based on a song?

YEEEE I’ve been reading a lot of smutty stuff lately so the song I’ll base it off of is Blood Sweat and Tears. If you want me to do a more serious song you may request again, just be specific on the genre~ (Angst or fluff, or another smut. I don’t mind). My reactions are usually pretty long and this one will be a bit longer. I tried my best to like, make each of their reactions based off their lines in the song, some of them are just my view points on the lyrics. Jin didn’t really have lines so I kinda just made a story out of the couples lines he had.

BTS: Reaction to you being irresistibly seductive  (BST)

♥Jin: It was crazy, the effect you had on him. He never thought he’d turn out to be this kind of guy but your body did this to him. The way you squirmed under him, the way you moaned his name and tried to keep quiet by biting onto the sheets or kissing him. And when you wore his clothes he had absolutely no control over his actions. He knew you often did it on purpose because you liked his reaction.   

He got home from practice late tonight, and when he walked into the bedroom, he saw his beautiful princess wearing a shirt that was lifted because of the sleeping positions, and light pink lacy panties. His absolute favorite. He sighed heavily and a groan soon followed, letting his head tip back. He tried to stop himself but the tighter his pants got, the more impatient he got. He dropped everything-his bag, his keys, his pants… 

You felt a weight over you and it made you whine and shift. “Hmm… What is it..?” Your tired voice wasn’t helping Jin’s case. His hands got to work instantly, stripping you and teasing you. “Mm, Jin..~” You tried to stop him but you were too weak and horny to do that. 

“I’m gonna show you just how crazy I am for you…”

♥Yoongi: He impatiently started to tap his feet. Here he was, bringing you to meet his parents for the first time, and ALL he could think about was fucking you. Now, why was that? Because of you. The way you licked your lips because you were nervous. He had to keep biting his tongue so he didn’t say anything inappropriate at the dinner table. Instead, he decided to play his own little game, grabbing your thighs and touching you over your panties under the table. You were good at holding back moans, but it got harder and harder as time went. 

“Would you two like any dessert?” His mother asked while standing. Yoongi stood while holding your hand in his own. 

“Nah, I got somethin better to snack on. I’ll see you in the morning.” He said nonchalantly, leaving everyone else in the room feeling awkward. This was it, it’s over. Now his parents would never like you and think of you as pure. He took you to his room he used as a little kid and pushed you down on the twin sized bed. You nearly started to yell at him, sitting up on your elbows and glaring at him, but when he kissed you,all your problems went away. You let him take control, and his tongue did some magical things that night.

Multiple orgasms that you were sure his parents could hear. “I’ll fucking kill you Min Yoongi.” You whispered against his lips.

“I fucking dare you.”

♥Namjoon: Pissed, that’s what he was. Watching you get ready to go to your friends party. He wasn’t stupid, he knew all about what could happen at parties, especially to women your age and your style. So he tagged along. Or, he thought he was gonna tag along. 

“Take it the fuck off.” He was very demanding right now, and wow what a turn on that was. 

“Why? Joonie I bought this dress for tonight I’m not gonna wear anything else.” You argued. Sure it was a little revealing but there was probably gonna be one guy there, and that guy was gay. 

“Yes you will, you’ll wear a turtle neck, and mom jeans, and a bulky belt-”

“Namjoon why are you so worried?” You smiled softly at your worried boyfriend. He scoffed in response and pointed to the mirror. 

“Look at your ass. Look at your boobs. Look at your beautiful fucking body don’t you dare ask me why I’m worried.” He grabbed onto your ass tightly and pushed your back against a wall. “That’s it, we’re not going. We’re staying right here and I’m gonna fuck you with this dress on.” He was getting aggressive and boyyyy did you love it. 

You shakily breathed out a “Yes daddy” and it drove him near insane. Let’s just say you had a hell of a time walking the next day.

♥Hoseok: He was the kind of drunk that forgot everything. His own name, his girlfriend, and everything else in existence. Where was he, again? But he was also very horny. VERY. But the unique thing? Every time he went up to a girl when he was drunk, it was you. Every damn time. You could be surrounded by gorgeous models but he’d come up to you. Or if he was all alone and drunk, he’d just fall asleep somewhere. No girl, no sex, no nothin. 

“Ohhh mama what have we here?” He said as he walked up to you. You enjoyed this entirely too much. You just smiled and let it play out as always. You’d let him feel embarrassed later. He grabbed onto your waist without shame and gave you the look. You didn’t mind, because he was your boyfriend, after all. And he wasn’t talking to any other hot girl there. “Why don’t we say, you come home with me tonight?” He lightly pecked your lips with his own that tasted like straight up whisky. 

“Mmm are you sure about that mister? I’m a big responsibility.” You teased him, because you loved to hear what he had to say about you when he didn’t even know left from right. “I take up space, I eat all the food, I even snore.” You kept smiling as you spoke.

“Baby girl I’ll take care of you until the end of the world, so what do you say huh? Make me a happy man and come home with me.”

♥Jimin: A slow dance can lead to many things. In some movies, it leads to a kiss which leads to eternal love, and in others, it leads to a meaningless kiss and heartbreak. But in this case, it lead to so much more. It was the upbeat song after, that you got freaky. Jimin wasn’t expecting it but he was very inviting to this concept. He watched your body closely as you teased him and touched him inappropriately.

When you turned around and pressed you butt to his hips, and brought his hands to your own chest, he was being dragged into heaven. The way you flawlessly moved your hips and succeeded in giving him a boner, he thought he wouldn’t live to see the light of day. This how he wanted to go; goodbye ma, it was a good life. You led Jimin to the sitting area in the back of the bar. Sitting on his lap and hotly making out, you messed up his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt. His hands roamed over your body and made sure he drove you just as wild as you drove him.

“Come home with me.” He whispered against your lips and softly panted because of the intense makeout session. You giggled softly and pressed your hips against his own.

“Carry me.” You tempted him by moving your hips against his. You went into the bar as friends but you came out being much more. You’ve always been so addicting to him, so now that he had you, in no way would he hold back.

♥Taehyung: You knew how it was gonna be from the start. You knew all that teasing you were doing was gonna get you into a lot of trouble. As he gave you rough and slow thrusts, his hands roamed around your body. He was taking in the beauty right under him. smirking every time he thought about the effect he had on you. He kept a cocky grin on his face as his hand went up your stomach. His finger tips were ice cold, and it made you arch your back.

“Ah-ah-ah, bad kitten.” His fingers closed around your neck gently and he licked his lips while locking his eyes on yours. “Did I say you were allowed to move?” His voice was husky and very seductive. You moaned and breathed out shakily.

“No..” You  gasped softly as you felt his grip tighten slightly around your fragile neck. He would never hurt you, of course. 

“Daddy didn’t say you were allowed to speak either. That’s double punishment for you.” He enjoyed watching your body squirm under him. The way you begged for more with just your body language. “Still not obeying me? I guess I have to teach you another lesson don’t I?” He brought one of your hands up to his neck, knowing you were afraid of hurting him. “Choke me kitten, and don’t stop until I say you can.”

♥Jungkook: Your breath was heavy with anticipation. With every drop of cold water that made your restricted body jolt, the tighter Jungkook’s jeans got. He loved having complete control over you, and he adored your reaction. How you were nearly in tears because of the torture he put you through. Tying your hands to the head board and sitting on your lap to restrict your lower half. He used toys and ice cubes to drive you insane. He kept a cocky look on his face the entire time, and only snickered when you cursed at him. “Fuck you..~” 

“What was that baby girl? You want me to fuck you?” He teased before popping the ice cube in his mouth and further torturing you. Spreading your legs and going down on you. Sure he seemed innocent but this boy knew exactly what he was doing. Using the cold and using restriction against you was the absolute best thing in sex to the two of you. It gave the dominate person the opportunity to get out all the anger, and no true harm was done to the submissive. “Now tell me what you did today.” He spoke against your core.

“Mm~ I-I was just talking to a friend of mine..~” Your response made him get rougher and kinkier. 

“I’ll have to make sure you never speak to him again, do you understand that baby girl?” He kissed the inside of your thigh and used his rough fingers on you.

“Yes Kookie…”

“Who?” He curled his fingers to make you moan louder.

“Yes daddy~”

My Sweetheart

REQUEST: ohh my god i fell in love with your last imagine where harry proposes! i just wanted to ask if you could write a very fluffy imagine with cuddles on couch while watching movies or idk, just soo much fluff?? i love youu

REQUEST: Hi! I am just a fan of your fics, I have read every single one of them and I am craving for more. Can you pretty please write a fluffy fluffmaster with a cuddly Harry? Thanks, and love youuu!

Combined these two. Inspiration struck tonight. Hope you enjoy. :) xo

When you opened your eyes that morning, you were shocked to find that Harry was still in bed with you.

For the past week or so he’d been so busy that he had to wake up at the most ungodly hour of the morning. Every time his alarm would go off way too early, and each time he would shut it off with a groan only to roll over and slip his arms around your body, hugging you to his chest and tangling his legs with yours so he could cling to you like a koala. You grumbled and groaned and pretended to be more asleep than you were, but you secretly enjoyed that the first thing he did was to reach for you. Eventually he would get up and get his day started, always leaving a kiss on your lips before slipping out the front door.

You and Harry had been dating for several months now; it had gotten to the point where you spent most nights (and days) at his place. You had your own drawer and everything. The both of you had gotten used to life together, and you missed him dearly when he was away, so the past week had been hard on the both of you. But you knew that he was doing something that was important to him, and you could never ask him to give that up in any capacity.

That morning when you woke up it was 10:00 a.m., and he was still there. It immediately brought a feeling of warmth to your heart, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up and look forward to having him for the entire day. It felt like it had been so long since you’d truly spent time together, other than small chit chat and a kiss here and there. You missed him. 

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April 7th.

Authors Note: Sooo I wrote this and then it deleted so I had to re-write it and to be honest the first draft was 100 times better, but it is whatever! 
Harry’s debut single is about to drop in a few hours: If my list is correct and the single hasn’t been released early. (This post is scheduled so if the song was released early. Ooops). 

You had gotten used to waking up at various hours to an empty bed, but you had hoped the emptiness wouldn’t be a thing while in New York. 

With dreary eyes, you look at the empty space beside you, the hotel room still darkened by the hour, the linen sheets draping around your body as you gradually sit up in the California King bed. With a heavy yawn, you pull your body from the softness of the sheets, forcing yourself to pad towards the balcony doors. 

He has been a mess the last few months, more so the last two weeks, it has killed you to see him so out of touch with himself, he has poured all his energy into this new development of his that he has managed to forget how to properly sleep. 

You and Harry arrived in New York in the early morning so he could prepare himself for the new step in his life, the dropping of his first single. To say the least, the hype is hurting him more than his own fans, the anticipation is killing him.

You reach for one of his jackets draped over the hotel chair and you pull it up your arms before you step outside onto the balcony where he is leaning against the railing, his arms pressed to the railing, his back slightly arched. 

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Bubblegum Bitch

Summary: When Y/N finds herself wide awake one night, she decides to do some cleaning around the bunker. While listening to Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and The Diamonds, she doesn’t realize he boyfriend is watching her move to the music.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, smutty goodness

Word Count: 2,448

Request: Can you do a Dean fic smut or fluff (either is fine) of the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds? Thanks so much! -Anonymous

Can you do a Dean fic inspired by the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Thanks! - @mdoodles101

A/N: Beka ( @impala-dreamer) has been a trooper and an angel. She edited three stories one after another for me! Thanks again sweetie you’re awesome! I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by mostly-jensen

After a long hunt there were a few things you liked to do depending on how bad it was. You could either go straight to bed, have sex with Dean, of go for a run with Sam. Sometimes however, when all these things didn’t help, you were left with a sickening feeling deep within your gut.  And that same sick feeling was making it impossible for you to sleep. So instead you laid in the bed staring at the ceiling, Dean’s arm draped over your body as he snored softly. At least one of you was getting a good night’s rest.

After laying there wide awake for three hours you finally decided to use your time wisely. You carefully lifted Dean’s arm and slid out of bed. He groaned, turning over in the other direction and continuing to snore. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the wooden surface, sighing deeply; the sooner you got over the hunt, the sooner things would get back to normal.

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