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Harry Looks Better Than Me in Short Shorts

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If I’m not mistaken, this started it all.  I mean, what the hell Harry, they weren’t short enough so you had to roll them?  I’m not complaining though.  In fact, good idea.  Great idea.  Do it again.

He did it again.  I don’t even know what this outfit is.  All I know is I love it and he should probably wear it again.  Keep rolling your shorts. And keep letting the butterfly and birds fly free.  Please and thank you.

He rolled them again.  I approve. And also I’m jealous of his legs.

Right about now is where I tend to black out because yellow shorts.

Everything’s blurry.  I can barely see.

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sazzygirl  asked:

Hey could I request RFA (plus Saeran) reacting to MC wearing only a shirt and undies to bed? If not that's fine! (I love your head cannon's btw👌)

Thank you! That means a lot (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I really hope you like it! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


  • When he saw you…His jaw dropped.
  • Omg…The room is so, so hot right now!
  • He’s just looking at you…Having already that kind of thoughts.
  • You’re just there, laid on the bed, without the blankets on, reading a book.
  • He’s just looking at your whole body…And when you look at him, he’s just so red!
  • After that he lies on the bed while you continue to read now, he feels a little bulge in his pants…
  • This is just too embarrassing…
  • He’ll put the blankets on, even if he’s almost melting! And he’ll try to not look at you!
  • When you’re tired, you just hug them and sleep, Yoosung is looking at the ceiling, he can’t sleep!
  • Now he’ll have insomnia, great!
  • He’ll be like that for days and days until he can’t take it anymore and he’ll kiss you.
  • And you’ll feel the desperation on his kiss, and after that, he’ll explain all to you.
  • You laugh, this is just too funny “Do you want me to put something else?”
  • He doesn’t know the answer to this…But he knows that he wants to see you like that again…It’s not bad
  • He’s red again.
  • “….N-No…”
  • “Ok, so let’s stop with this talk and let’s sleep” You laugh.
  • Yoosung eyes are full of desperation when he heard this and he kisses you again, after some time just making out he looks at you “Please…Not another day of torture…Just, please…Help me today…”


  • When you got out of the bathroom, he was waiting so he can brush his teeth.
  • He froze, and you just smile walking to the bed.
  • And he’s seeing you…He’s checking on you…
  • Omg, why he did that?!
  • Now things are worse!
  • His plans change, he’ll take a bath!
  • He enters the bathroom and locks the door, he brushes his teeth, but after that, he takes a bath.
  • A very cold bath.
  • So he can control this beast!
  • Now everything seems fine! He’s relieved that this worked.
  • But when he got out of the bathroom, he sees you, lying on the bed…
  • He’s hot again.
  • This can’t be happening!
  • He’s biting his lips, with lustful thoughts that only are making him worse!
  • When you looked at him and smile “Are you coming?” He almost screams!
  • “…MC…Please…Put something else…This is too tempting for the beast…”
  • If you keep that, the beast will not hold back.
  • if you change, the beast will be sad, but will be caged.
  • You choose.
  • He’s wishing that you choose the first option.


  • When you told her what you were going to use to sleep this night.
  • She just nods.
  • It’s not weird for her, this is ok.
  • You can use anything if you want to MC.
  • Not a big deal.
  • This was before she saw you with that.
  • O-M-G.
  • How do you have such effect on her? How are you so pretty in this?
  • Oh god, she’s staring at your thighs, did you notice that? Oh god, she’s blushing too.
  • Now you’re just beside her, lying like nothing is happening, oh god, the temptation is beside her.
  • She’ll pray that she can keep her control, but she’ll cuddle with you that night.
  • She just needs to touch you.
  • But in the next day, she’ll ask you to not use that anymore, and she’ll not give details about it…
  • She would want some pictures of you like that so she can keep that on her phone? Sure…!
  • But if she sees you again like that… She wouldn’t keep her control.


  • Jumin desires you even when you’re with a big coat.
  • He just has a lot of emotions going on, of course, he tries to maintain his composure.
  • He doesn’t want to seem like a perverted or something like that.
  • You’re just beautiful and perfect for him.
  • So when he saw you with just that to sleep, he bites his lips.
  • Thinking.
  • Should he lose the control? Are that clothes for provoking him? Or is just clothing?
  • So many questions…
  • But not a single answer.
  • He sits beside you in bed “Is this your “pajama” honey?“
  • You look at him, he’s checking you, you just smile and nod.
  • Oh, odd.“ He bites his lips again, checking you one more time, you find it strange but you don’t say anything.
  • After some minutes he looks deeply into your eyes, he got close to you right now, pretty close.
  • "I like that on you…” He whispers, kissing your lips gently, but after that he gave your neck some kisses too, making you shiver “…But i would like more if you wasn’t with them…” He bites your neck, making you open your mouth.
  • After that, he just looks at you, giving you a little smile “Of course… If you let me, i can take them off.”


  • He got out of the bathroom right after he showered.
  • He saw you, using only that…
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  • His nose is bleeding, his mouth is open.
  • “M-Mc…!” You look at him.
  • “What’s it?”
  • “….I don’t think you should wear those things… Even to sleep…”
  • You sigh, lying on the bed right now, you don’t care
  • “Seven, this is the way i feel more comfortable to sleep, and i’ll not change that.”
  • Seven’s just looking at you, quietly.
  • He left a little grin escape from his lips, and then he let his towel fall.
  • Now, you’re the one that stopped working…
  • “S-SEVEN!” You almost scream while he was lying on the bed, he laughs and looks at you “What?”
  • “…Put some clothes on! You’ll sleep like that?!” He laughs again, looks like he thinks this is funny.
  • And then he hugs you, making you shiver “But MC….This is the way i feel more comfortable to sleep, and i’ll not change that”
  • Ok, he’s using your words against you, you sigh, biting your lips “Ok…I understand…I’ll change, you won" 
  • You make him let you go, while you were standing up, Seven grabs your hand making you lie in bed again.
  • You wide your eyes while he’s getting on top of you, smiling “Too late MC (~˘▾˘)~”


  • Ok, Saeran never says what’s wrong.
  • He’s just a grumpy punk.
  • But he was so surprised when he saw you like that. 
  • Like,  really, he froze.
  • After that, he’s just blushing, even if he doesn’t admit it.
  • You look at him, and just smile, while he was there, next to the door, while you’re already on the bed, sitting, combing your hair.
  • After that smiles, something in Saeran snaps.
  • He runs to you, jumping on you, making you lie on the bed, making the comb fly over the room, while he was now, on top of you.
  • He’s already taking off his shirt "S-SAERAN” He looks at you.
  • “Wait? You wanted me to see you like that and be quiet about it?!
  • He sighs, he knows sometimes he’s too brutal, so he looks at you “…This is torture for me MC”
  • You look at him while he’s getting closer “It’s too much bare flesh for me to handle…I need to mark it” He starts to suck your neck, making his way to your ear.
  • “Please…” He whispers… When Saeran said that, you knew, he was really desperate for that.
I'm actually glad the movies failed now.

I was one of the few who actually liked the movie, but I do think it could have been HEAPS better than it was.

I’m a Kevin Zegers fan, and I thought he did a good job as Alec, but yeah, he was/is too old to play him. I was blinded before by my love for KZ. xD

Godfrey (movie!Magnus) looks like a GOD and he had the visual part of Magnus down for me, but would he have made a good Magnus in all the other areas? I don’t know, and I guess I never will, because we never got to see too much of that.

Harry hooks me from the word “GO!” How he moves, how he speaks, his facial expressions - there is NO OTHER that can play Magnus. Harry IS Magnus Bane. No one can tell me otherwise. This man is BRILLIANT as the character, and if the movies had been more successful, I would have never come to know that and that would be a tragedy.

Same with Matt as Alec. He looks so tortured, serious and yes, indeed, “grumpy” a lot of the time, and just how I pictured him in the books (though of course, my visual had blue eyes, and as much as I am a sucker for blue eyes, that no longer matters to me. Matt’s eyes could be fuchsia and I wouldn’t care because everything else about him and his portrayal of the character is FLAWLESS!!) 

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Malec as a couple. The chemistry those two have is beautiful, and it makes me sooo happy seeing this now because —as a book reader— I know what is yet to come and if they are this amazing to watch now…. oh gawd, someone save me. (I’m sooo looking forward to them falling in love on screen before my very eyes.)

Another reason I’m happy the movies fell through, is that we get soooo much more of the Shadowhunter world because of it. The movie was like 2 hours, but with the show we have 1-hour-episodes (more like 45 minutes because of commercials, but still), so about 9+ hours of footage in one season - and with 20 episodes for Season 2, we have like 15+ hours more of our wonderful characters still to experience.

I remember being super upset when I heard of the fate of the movies. I was happy to hear we would get another shot with a TV show instead, but the idea of all new people playing my favourite characters was still upsetting. But I couldn’t be happier to see now that I had nothing to worry about because this new cast is great!

So excited for Season 2!!


A/N: If you get the reference in the title, I will love you forever! Hint: Charles, Xavier. -Admin Germane :3

Originally posted by fawnave

Word Count: 1482

You first saw him at a club a few days ago. You normally didn’t frequent these places, and were feeling out of place in your little black dress. You had only come to listen to the new band that was performing, but the booze was plentiful, and soon you were tipsy and starting to become bold in your actions. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him sit down next to you.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a crappy place like this?” he asked you. His voice was smooth, his eyes dark, and his face was beautiful. Honestly, he was prettier than most people in the world, and it was a wonder why he was talking with you.

“I needed to…release some tension.” you said. You picked your words carefully, his lean but muscular body was eye candy for you and you had to bite your cherry stained lips from releasing a groan.

“Oh, is that so? Have you been able to release this tension?” he smirked, placing his hand on your left thigh. His thumb stroked the exposed skin carefully, thoroughly, before his hand squeezed softly. You licked your lips, subconsciously moving towards his touch as you shook your head. The man tsked, his eyes growing darker as his hand moved higher. He leaned down towards your ear, nipping the skin softly before speaking.

“Would you like me to help you feel good?” his voice grew husky and his lips were plush, hot, and wet against your skin.

“Please?” you moaned softly. The man led you out to the dance floor, molding himself to you as his hips moved sinfully against yours. You returned his passion, moving your hips and throwing your arms around his shoulders as your lips nibbled at his neck. You could feel the man growl in his throat and he leaned down to place a hot kiss on your lips. You melted in his arms, kissing him back with fervor. His lips were so soft, you didn’t want to stop kissing him. But the nagging voice in the back of your mind woke up and red sirens flashed in your mind.

“H-Hey,” you mumbled, pulling his hands off of your body. “I-I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” you admitted softly.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” the man smirked, leaning down to capture your lips again but you stepped away.

“I’m sorry. You’re really attractive and an amazing kisser, but-”

“Then stay.” he tempted, trying to get closer to you but you kept stepping back.

“I can’t. Sorry.” you rushed, making a run towards the door but he grabbed your wrist.

“Will I ever see you again? I didn’t even get your name.” he looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t count on it. I’m sorry.” you ripped your hand away and left the club in a rush. You felt awful for betraying your boyfriend, but why did you feel even worse for leaving this mystery man behind?


You were out of milk. That was the only reason you went to the grocery store two days later. It was supposed to be a get in, get out mission, but the coupons and sales at the door tempted you. Before you knew it you were ripping out coupons and putting bargain priced foods in your shopping cart.

“Hmm, there’s a buy one get one free deal on pints of ice cream. Should I?” you muttered to yourself, looking down at the ad wearily. You had already picked up deals on discounted pasta, peanuts, and salad mixers. Also grabbing a deal on tomatoes and garlic for 69 cents a pound. You turned down the frozen isles subconsciously, staring at the ice cream in the case with a glare.

“You’re the devils food, you are.” you muttered, grabbing one chocolate and one cookies and cream. Your roommate was on her period, and she’d thank you later for picking up her favorite ice cream. That’s when you saw him.

He stood at the other end of the isle, looking at the frozen vegetables. He looked different from when you last saw him; he wore dad jeans and a pastel pull over sweater, and he had large, circular wire-rimmed glasses perched over his eyes. His hair was tousled and messy, but that somehow only made him look more attractive. His lips were just as you remembered; pink and plump. You were so shocked you dropped one of the ice creams, and it rolled and rolled, gently hitting his foot. He looked down, picking up the ice cream and searching for the owner when his eyes locked with yours. He moved towards you, a small smirk etched on his lips.

“I believe this is yours?” he asked, handing you the ice cream.

“You look different.” you spoke without thinking, and he chuckled at your outburst.

“I could say the same about you,” he eyed you carefully, staring at your low-cut shirt, gray sweatpants, and black converse.

“I didn’t expect staying here for long.” you admitted, running a hand through your messy hair.

“It’s alright, I’m a bargain hunter too. You look cute though.” he smiled and you stared at him in shock; whether out of the compliment or that you met someone that liked couponing as much as you did.

“Do you mind if I shop with you?” he asked, you bit your lip hesitantly.

“I guess.” you agreed, and the man’s face lit up.

“It’s Seokjin, by the way.” he held out his hand to you when he brought his own cart over to yours. You took it.

“Y/N.” you allowed a small smile to spread over your cheeks.

You forgot to buy the milk.


After the shopping incident you allowed Seokjin to become your friend, letting him over to your place more and more; mainly to have a fun cooking buddy. He was sweet, corny, but seductive at the same time. Multiple times you had to remind him of your taken status when his hands traveled too low during a hug or when his eyes lingered for too long. And multiple times you had to excuse yourself, trying to stop your racing heart.

You were at his place today, curled up on his couch as you watched a chick-flick with him. Your boyfriend didn’t like the sappy romance much, but Seokjin did, so he became your movie buddy. You both were watching “The Notebook” today.

“Don’t you think it’s so romantic Seokjin? He wrote to her, every single day.” you gushed. Seokjin chuckled, the arm he placed around your shoulders tugging you closer.

“Yeah, it is. But I’m a much better kisser than Ryan Gosling is.” he tsked, watching the kissing scene in the rain with dissatisfaction.

“Oh c'mon, that scene is iconic! You’re just jealous.” you protested.

“Am not! I can prove it though.” he smirked, leaning his head down closer to yours. You scooted away.

“I have a boyfriend, remember?” you reminded him and he groaned.

“Alright! Fine! I cave Y/N, you win! Now please, just kiss me. I haven’t kissed you in a week, your boyfriend is dying here.” Seokjin begged, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world. You giggled and gave him what he wanted.

His lips attacked yours, savoring the feel and the taste that was purely you. You smiled at his eagerness and cupped his cheeks, giving him more stability to work with. His hands ran through your hair, pulling you closer in a frenzy of passion and pent up frustration. He made out with you for what seemed like forever, his tongue joining the party somewhere in the mix, before he finally let you go, both of your faces flushed and lips bruised.

“Jesus babe, I didn’t think you’d last that long.” you laughed as he brought you into his arms.

“What can I say, I’m pretty amazing, but your acting is getting better baby!” Seokjin encouraged, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, but you owe me dinner now, and it better be beef. I think I deserve it for not touching my boyfriend for a week.” Seokjin scoffed.

“You?! What about my pain? I had to flirt but not touch to stay in character, that was torture when you looked so pretty.” he whined.

“You broke character first, and rules are rules.” you teased, and Seokjin pouted.

“Fine. But we’re not doing another role-play session for a while; I need to memorize your body again, it seems like it’s been forever since I last touched you.” he said, letting his hands wander down to cup and squeeze your ass.

“You’re so needy Seokjin.” you moaned softly, and he smirked.

“You’re one to talk babe. C'mon, I don’t think I can wait any longer before I lose my self-control.”

Sorry this took so long man!

Request: Boys’ reaction to their s/o being pushed into the street and miraculously surviving 

Miraculous…? My dear anon, I’d call it luck!

Ryoma Hoshi

-He saw you from across the street and was about to come talk to you

-He sees the man’s arm go up and push you down, your body sliding into the road.

-A truck rushes where you just landed.

-Hoshi yells your name, running to you, cars are stopped all around

-Smol man is yelling and is close to tears but…

-You’re fine, you just have scratches from falling.


Korekiyo Shinguuji

-He was walking down the street with you, it was a small shopping date

-You were closest to the road.

-Suddenly, a man pushes his way through the two of you and violently pushes you into the road.

-Your body slides right in front of an oncoming car

-Korekiyo yells your name, he’s horrified.

-The car goes past and stops once it gets passed you

-Korekiyo and the driver thought you had been hit

-Korekiyo is yelling as he runs to you.

-He’s so upset…wait…you’re fine!

-He’s so relieved, he smiles but you can’t see it because of his mask,

Gonta Gokuhara

-Bug boy was window shopping with you, you had began to run ahead to the next store

-A man came up and yelled about you being in his way, and pushed you into the road.

-The man began to run off but was stopped by a strong hand on his shoulder. He was then thrown backwards, by Gonta of course.

-Gonta saw your body grow in front of a big semi

-He yelled, tears coming to his eyes

-The semi passed and Gonta assumed you were dead but…you just got up and walked back over to him, saying that was horrifying.

-Gonta didn’t say a word, he just hugged you.

Momota Kaito

-He was taking you to a space museum, you were holding hands and you were closest to the road.

-A man came up behind you and just pushed you out of the way so he could walk through.

-He received a slap across the face from Momota

-Momota saw you roll into the road and he was about to go after you but, a car was coming towards you.

-He yelled your name as loud as he could

-The car screeched to a stop about a centimeter away from your body.

-Momota sighed and ran to you.

-He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the road, he never let you walk next to the road ever again.


-Robot boy wanted to go on a walk around the city, he wanted to see everything that was around!

-He was talking to you about something strange and you were slightly laughing.

-Suddenly a man came up and pushed you

-”Outta my way, ya lil shit!”

-You fell into the road, landing in front of an oncoming car.

-Kiibo was mad and confused.

-Why would someone do that?????????

-Kiibo sprung into action, he rescued you before the car could hit you.

-You rapped your arms around him, you loved your robot boyfriend.

Ouma Kokichi

-He was talking about his secret organization, you were clearly not listening but, that didn’t stop him.

-He felt someone push in between you and noticed you were not next to him anymore. 

-He saw your body in the road and began to yell your name

-A car passed by your body

-Ouma cried as loud as he could and for once, it was genuine 

-He ran to you and yelled your name, you easily got up.

-Ouma clung to you, this didn’t stop for the rest of the day.

-He demanded you tell him what the man looked like so he could torture him.

Saihara Shuuichi

-He was taking you to meet some people he worked with, he figured it would be easiest to walk.

-He told you that you’d love the people he works with!

-Suddenly, you felt a hand violently push you. You fell into the road.

-Saihara was about to run to you and ask if you were okay when a car coming your way.

-The driver apparently noticed you and stopped about a foot away from you.

-Saihara sighed and ran to you, he was so glad you were fine.

Amami Rantarou

-He wanted to take you clothes shopping. Why, you might ask? He wanted matching outfits! That’s not important, though.

-You were walking along, hand-in-hand, when someone pushed you into the road.

-Amami felt your hand slide out of his grasp and he was horrified.

-He paid no mind to the man that was now walking away and just yelled your name, worry in his voice.

-He saw a semi coming your way and as loud as he could he yelled:


-The driver somehow heard him and came to a screeching halt, Amami ran(taraou) to you and picked you up in his arms.

-He was so happy the driver heard him and that you were alright.


I haven’t been listening to the hairspray track while writing this

Well, I hope you enjoy this

-Mod Amami

darkpilots: aaa ya kylo and his spicy latino lover he looks so hot as hes being tortured 😍 papiiii 😝 tru love tbh!!!!!

darkpilots: hmmm finn? 24 ?? and poe ?? 30?? that age gap is a no no 🙅🏻 #antifinnpoe #antipedophilia #antiabuse

anonymous asked:

Hellooooo! can i request a scenario with jealous yoongi?? ❤❤❤ I looooooove your stories btw💖


I’m so sorry that you had to wait another week knowing it was done but finally it’s here! I really really hope I won’t let you down omg I’m actually scared of posting it 😳 I have literally no idea how I did and I portrayed him a little differently that some of what I’ve read ah idek but here it goes 💕 

If you don’t like it I’ll redo it promise! I’m still practising to write after all ❤️


Yoongi x Reader
Words: ~1,700
Keywords: jealousy, male best friend

Originally posted by jeonbase

“Congratulations on the new place, Y/N!“ 
Namjoon said while entering your brand new apartment.

You had just recently moved from your old shared flat into an apartment in central Seoul and today was the day of your house warming party.

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#10: Too Horny *



Y/N lied in the bed, 9am and holiday, adding to her excuse to rest all and all after the hustle and work full week. Her position on the mattress abstract: her lying on her stomach, both arms curled around her head in a ‘O’. Her legs spread, the blanket just at her waist in a thin strip and the air conditioners on at full blow.

She was at the most blissful state she’s dreamed of always, and after working hard and tiring one to bones, the sleep feels very worthy.

A satisfied sigh escapes her mouth just then. She felt happy, inside-out.

Harry watched her from his study table in the room, his phone twiddling between his fingers as his eyes seemed fixated on her behind, no deliberation behind it risen a little in the air.

She looked sane and pious in her heavenly stature, whilst Harry’s eyes grew large and wild with lust behind them. How he hated her being so lazy, and then sleeping in just a thin shirt and panties escaped his fingers in a tight squeeze against the home button of his phone, making a loud clicking sound.

He couldn’t take it, he had very less control over himself now - now after watching her for good hours.

He got off of his chair, slowly prodding to the devil lying on bed, looking so peaceful after torturing his instincts. He climbed up the bed to her, watching her heart shaped lips pressed closed and eyes shut with no sign of turbulence. He got on his knees, sitting right at her feet, and slowly kneeled forward, his lips coming in contact with her sensitive skin separated through the thin cloth of her panties.

Y/N felt a chill barge through her sanity, her breath quivered in her sleep and she instantaneously closed her legs, making Harry flinch back quick. He gave a delirious smirk, watching her steer and turn on her back to the mattress.

He slid forward, his legs going dangling against her hips and he bent to her face, his lips puckered and ready to touch her skin.

“Y/N..” he whispered through the breath escaping his lips, his fingers sliding down to touch her sides, ticklish and naughty.

Y/N knew what it was, and deliberately shifted her face to the side to make his lips touch her cheek now.

Harry pressed his weight down against her chest, going down to have his groin right against her core.

“Wake up, you. I need you..” he tempted her through his sensuous tone, his lips hovering away from her cheek and now at her jaw.


“I want to fuck you, god, pound into you, baby, make you howl my name and kiss you everywhere, so much, so fuc-”

“I want to sleep, Harry.” Y/N stated in a sleepy, drooling tone. She tried to shift again but Harry’s weight came plummeting down on her. She groaned, restless.

“Harry, please, get off.” She whined.

Harry remained silent, hiding his face in her neck, his breathing ragged.

“Get this, Y/N, I won’t ask for it again.” He threatened in a deep, muffled tone.

Y/N said nothing in reply but just hummed.

“Do you hear me? I won’t come to you again.” He slowly began to withdraw from their closeness, rising up till he supported himself above her with his palms against the mattress.

“I am leaving…”

Y/N hummed again. Soon enough, she felt the warmth of his body dimnish into thin air.


Y/N wrapped her hair in a bunch in her hand, tying a hair band around her bun to secure tight as she made her way out of the room in the same clothes she had worn to sleep. It was 10am; of course she couldn’t get a blink of sleep after Harry’s heavy, arousing touches and voice.

She walked into the kitchen, and her eyes firstly landed on her Harry: Harry, dressed in only a pair of boxers and nothing more, nothing less. He faced his back, his broad, creamy skinned back to her whilst he prepared coffee.

Y/N knew exactly what her munchkin was up to.

She hugged him from behind, touching her lips onto his soft, hot body. He shivered from her contact but remained speechless in his demeanour. So the anticipated ignoring act was on.

“Baby,” Y/N began. “Walking around in your underwear doesn’t make me want you, it makes you fucking cute.” She mused, peppering kisses on his back.

Harry turned to her, his coffee held on hold beside him on the granite slab. He pushed his body more against the slab, creating an impossible space between them to look clearly at her with a glare.

“And,” Y/N continued. “I don’t fuck cute boys; I kiss them, so many times.”

She stepped on her toes and began with her lips against his face, everywhere from the forehead to his collar bones.

A moment later, Harry’s hand clutched her wrist and pulled her down, bringing her hands beside her.

“How about when the cute boy becomes cheeky, huh?” Harry spoke, his one hand going down and squeezing her behind, causing a loud squeal escape her mouth followed by her body colliding against his. She giggled, watching his amused face.

“But now, Miss Y/N Y/L/N, you get neither the cute boy.”

With this, he slipped out of her cage around him and swayed his hips to the living room. Y/N bit her lips, frustrated from her gut.

She followed behind him, watching him sit on the couch with the television on and on the opportunity, jumped to slide into his lap, straddling his hips urgently.

Harry gave her a look, and then ignored again to shift his attention to the television behind.

Y/N’s hand reached up to his head, slowly lingering on the scalp before sliding down at the base of his hair at the neck. She grabbed the hair tight and pulled him to her, shooting her eyebrows up and giving him a challenging look.

Harry had his eyes fixated on the lady.
“I leave for a meeting soon, you better get off.” he uttered in a deep, throaty voice.

“What’s this link between a meeting and me on your lap..?” She slurred, shifting a little to now sit right on his growing erection. Harry’s tension showed off from him squeezing his legs a little.

“I would be the most unprofessional act to sit with blue balls amidst important people .” He fired, a little shook tone.

“Oh, then take off the bloody tension, baby. Take it off.” She tugged on his hair hard again, bringing their faces to extreme close; and now if their lips wouldn’t touch, it’d be a miracle.

Harry bit his lip, gazing at hers.

Suddenly, his hands came down on her hips. They tightened around them and in a flip he got her under him on the lush couch.

His lips prodded her after they broke in a smile with the comment - “You’re the greediest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

His lips sucked on to hers, desperate, hungry, wild, behaving as if this is something new. Y/N loved it; his rawness at touching and feeling her, and making her feel wanted and needy, all at once.

Harry broke away, glistening her skin down to her jaw, nibbling on her skin and the edge and then finding her neck to touch his lips. Y/N hands gripped firmer on his hair, tugging again and again to make him moan with her.

Harry sat up, looking at her with wet, red lips and then ducking to pull her panties down her slender legs.

“And, you are the most horniest- ”

Harry fingers plunged into her core; Y/N’s head upturned to the ceiling, her screaming his name. He moved in and out, in and out of her in quick flicks, wetting her to ease.

“Baby, I am gonna fuck you today, no mercy for ones who reject me.”

“Ahh, yes, sweetheart, I am so needed to be punished.”

Harry deep chuckled, slipping out of his boxers and entering her in one swift push. He throbbed inside her, impatient and needy to release himself. Y/N held onto his biceps, pressing and digging her fingernails into his skin. He pulled her up, sitting her in front of him and pressed their chests together, hurdling into her with his eyes in contact with hers.

Sweaty beads accumulated on their skin, their breaths laboured and their arousal seemed close with every thrust of his hips against hers.

One last groaning of each other’s name and they both came undone: so blissful, so contending.

Their lips met again, and they slumped back on the couch, Harry atop her.

“Never reject me this recklessly how you did today, Y/N. Won’t be too healthy for you.” Harry mused, biting his lip.

Y/N sighed, kissing his shoulder. “I feel this is what I’d prefer now, Styles.”


Gabriel’s fashion statements

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i hate arranged marriage aus, so i wrote one and you’re welcome. 

Originally posted by jasmineisabel

She stole glimpses of him during Potions, wondering if he already knew. Well, she was sure that he knew, what she wasn’t confident about was if he even knew who she was. She was always rather part of the background than the crowd, preferring to be secluded and alone, while he, he loved to bee seen. He always casted himself into the sunlight while she hid behind the shadows. The only similarity between the two was their blood, and house too, but anyone with purity as them had to be Slytherin. Maybe that’s why this happened, of course Y/N knew that their parents have been good acquaintances for ages, just that she never really got the chance to meet the Malfoy boy face to face besides school. She didn’t mind that, she was beyond too shy. Stupid of her, possibly very stupid, but she did fancy him. Nothing too big or life threatening, but she always eyed him carefully, just this time her glances were beyond more frequent and alert.

An arranged marriage. Merlin, she wasn’t even sure if she fancied the male gender enough. Yes, as mentioned, she did like Draco, but she never even considered having any chances, so the thought of his was just as crazy as her any fantasy. She was beyond too low for him, no matter how pure the blood in her veins was pumping, she was not suited for a prince. She knew that her mother had probably praised her to Lucius and Naricissa, but for them to fall for that? She thought of them as wiser. Y/N, putting it roughly, was an outcast, as mentioned again and again, she was a loner, smart, a talented witch, but nothing extraordinary at all. The bloodline, in the elders eyes, had to be kept pure, but Y/N believed that it rather be kept high quality rather than pure. Heck, Y/N being the pathetic being she was, she’s never even held hands with anyone before, let alone kiss or touch in any other way. That’s why she never acted on on her feelings, Draco being a fantasy only, a fantasy that she was now arranged to marry.

Besides, he was always with that other girl. She had to be a pure blood, blood status defined the people Draco surrounded himself with, so really, it was probably only Y/N’s mother that made a giant fuss at how great her daughter was. False advertisement, she did love that. And boy, was Y/N ready to disappoint.

It was Christmas break and while Y/N wanted to stay at Hogwarts, avoid her parents as much as possible, a reward they got themselves for trying to decide her future, she was now back at her room, a sigh passing her lips as she tried to make herself presentable. It was probably the first time in years that the Malfoy family would come over with their son, the same happening to them just with Y/N, the two Slytherins seeming to avoid each other like the plague. 

Draco was taken back when he saw her. He knew who she was of course, his mother would never shut up how great the Y/L/N’s girl was. He paid no mind to that though, seeing her very rarely. And when he did he barely let his gaze linger, she seemed to be one of those people who didn’t like being looked at, so he didn’t torture her. She looked fragile enough for Draco not to touch. But seeing her now was leaving him breathless. He’s never seen her outside her black/emerald uniform, or her hair let loose, so honestly, this would be a shock to anyone. She looked stunning, eyelashes brushing over her cheeks as she looked down, uneasy under everyone’s gaze, slender fingers tugging at the sleeves of her black dress, to try and hide herself more, no matter how perfectly it hugged her curves, her glasses were still perched on her nose, and Draco loved that beyond all of it most, she was truly beautiful and he really did now wonder how he ever dared to pull his gaze away from her.

After dinner he had to do it. It was rehearsed and all, Draco even angry at his parents, but he’d never do anything to disobey them. So, as he knelt down on one knee, Y/N stood, or actually placed in front of him by her own mother, he began speaking what he had memorized that day earlier. 

Y/N barely heard any word that passed his lips, she was looking at his eyes. They were empty, not a single emotion she could grab on to. And that’s when she cracked, before that she was going to bare what her parents were forcing upon her, but as she looked at him it sort of even hurt. Leave it to her to fancy the bloke she’d end up having such a complicated situation with. This is why he was a fantasy, because he could never like her. And the reality was right in front of her as he was proposing, there was no emotion and as he slipped the ring upon her finger she decided, she’d run away. She won’t bare not being loved back, or force the person who she doesn’t deserve spend the rest of his life with.

As school started it was no surprise that nothing has changed between them. The only difference was the shiny band looped around Y/N’s finger. She probably could’ve taken it off, not like Draco would notice, and her parents weren’t here, but just the thought of belonging to someone made her keep it. Belonging for a short time of course, but still, being loved and needed wasn’t something she came by often, so she let herself be reward at least for this. There was another difference too, one that Y/N didn’t notice. Draco’s eyes now lingered upon her more often, so often it had been notice by others. Not by the girl though, not by his fiancée, he was careful enough for that, knowing how she was. And how she looked at him that night, it really did put a tiny crack on his heart, because he didn’t want this, he didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew that he already had, and the feeling of wanting to protect her was now here, and for Merlin’s sake, he has already taken a liking to her.

Y/N had been walking out of her final class of the day, ready to flop on to bed and just forget all about it. It was quite late already, the halls empty, a few students passing her as she made her way to the common room. But she was stopped, the girl Y/N noted to be always hung by Draco’s neck stood in front of her, lips pursed and arms crossed. Y/N tried to walk past her, but Pansy only shot her a look — a warning, so Y/N stood by, lowering her own gaze much to Pansy’s amusement.

“You know, I’ve always seen you looking at him, always, but he never looked back, not once, so it didn’t bother me. But now, I don’t know what the hell have you done, he won’t look away. And I’m here to warn you, one move closer and you’ll regret it.” She threatened and if anything Y/N found it ridiculous, but Y/N has never really had the confidence, so maybe this was quite normal in the jaunty world.

“I think you should really have a word with him, or his parents in that matter, I do believe they chose the wrong person, you two seem lovely together.” Y/N offered, still not daring to look up at her as she twisted her ring off her finger, her mind completely made up as she tried to steady her breathing. “You should take this. It would look better on you.” She took her hand, placing the circular snake, that matched Draco’s ring, in her palm as she gave her a sad smile.

And now, the crack that Draco had in his heart was completely crippling, his heart was shattered the moment he’s sees the silver band on Pansy’s skin. He doesn’t know why or how, but it brakes him. But then he’s angry, so angry he’s shouting at the girl, peeling information at how she obtained the ring piece by piece, storming out with it before he could throw an even worse fit. And by the time he calms down the whole school knows, poor shy Y/N, who very few have heard about, has gotten herself tied up with Malfoy. Truly, Y/N had planned to at least finish Hogwarts, being her last year and all, but after Pansy confronted her all of that was left behind and she was now throwing her things inside her trunk, her mind buzzing with how she’d explain herself to the headmaster.

A knock on the door interrupted her then, Y/N biting her lip and praying to anyone that it was not her roommate, probably the only person who’d care enough to ask where she was going. But it was far worse than her roommate as Draco stood in front of her, Y/N’s eyes wide as she tried to shut the door straight in his face, him quick enough to stop her. He fished the ring out of his pocket, showing it to the girl in front of him who only managed to look down.

“Why did you give this to her?” Y/N’s eyes widened even more if possible, his voice so broken as she desperately tried to avoid his gaze. “Why would you give this to her?

“I didn’t think it mattered to you. It mattered to me, and she is way more suitable for you. She’s pure, I’m sure you could talk it through with you parents, she’d make you happy.” Y/N said quietly, but the room was empty so he heard it perfectly clear.

“I don’t want her, I want you.”

“That’s nice, but you don’t have to, Draco. I know what I am and I won’t force it upon you, you don’t deserve it.”

“That’s exactly why I never looked at you! You don’t want me to, so I didn’t. But I was forced to and I’m glad. Because you’re stunning, Y/N, I don’t know why those sad eyes of yours make you view yourself like that, but I don’t even come near finding one flaw in you. You’re kind, you’re the only one who’ll stay after class in Potions to help out Snape, even though you’re probably the only Slytherin he hates, you’re intelligent, you spend more nights in the library than your room, you love knowledge, you’re obsessed with tea, I’ve never seen you start a day without a cup of hot tea, you’re gifted, you’ve recently learned to transform into a cat, a bloody animagi you’ve become, you’re beautiful, your glasses are too big so they’ll slide down your nose as you read, your hair will follow after, having you always tie it up only for small strands to escape, you’re shy, you’ll flinch or blush to the slightest touch, even if it’s just someone’s hand coming to pick the same piece of toast in the Great Hall, that’s not even all of it, but that’s all I managed to find out just by these two weeks, and if I just —”

“You really don’t have to, Draco, you want to please your parents, I get it, you don’t have to lie —”

“Lie? You don’t — you don’t believe me?” He said in disbelief, Y/N’s self loathing getting the best of her as she sniffled, trying her best not to let the tears falls. “I’m not lying, if you know me even the slightest bit, you know I wouldn’t say this to anyone, please, Y/N..” He trailed off, leaving them in silence with only her occasional sniffles. “How about — how about I take you on a date, yeah? How about that? Maybe you’d see that I’m not lying then?”

So he took her to Hogsmeade, people whispering around them as Y/N burried herself inside her scarf, Draco throwing glances at her to make sure that she was okay. After the day of bonding they just stood outside, admiring the snow, Draco admiring her more than snowflakes, even though he was playing it off for her not to see. He then watched her take out her hands from her pockets, stretching her fingers for them to immediately turn redder from the cold. And he really just went for it, grabbing her palm with his own, watching her cheeks color as he took off one of his gloves and placed it upon her hand.

“For a moment I thought we’d hold hands.”

“Well I wanted to! But it seemed more logical this way; warmer.” Draco beamed, Y/N giggling at him as his own cheeks tinted, but he smiled because he had earned a laugh from her. “Also your ring is now on your finger.”

Y/N looked at him confused, but she took off the glove, the silver band not inside it but on her finger now. She pursed her lips, trying to make herself look angry, but she was actually flattered, yes, she still kept her things packed, still not buying that he could like her, but for the moment she went with it.

“You git.”

“I think you’re starting to like it.”

“I think I might.” She said before grabbing his hand and dragging him back to the castle.


“Jesse, move on with your life. Leave it behind, all of it." 

Jesse Pinkman: 4x03/5x16

we only have today (jyn/cassian, rouge one)

Summary: In which Han Solo’s attempt to make a certain princess jealous affects the wrong target, K-2’s statistics are not helpful to the situation, and Cassian has an understanding.

It had been three days since he had seen Jyn.

Not that he was counting them or anything. It merely occurred to Cassian as he was walking to the mess hall to get something to eat for breakfast. He had almost voiced this thought aloud, but then caught himself at the last minute. He didn’t know exactly what K-2 would say, except that it would be something that was far too…K-2 for him to deal with so early in the morning, so he kept his mouth shut and forced it out of his mind. Cassian was good at shoving thoughts away, filing them to be handled later or ignored completely.

It just happened that, like she was in person, thoughts of Jyn were difficult and hard to ignore.

He wasn’t feeling particularly hungry, so he only grabbed a strange-looking piece of fruit and then left the room. K-2 followed him, strangely silent except for the clanking of his metal footsteps, and Cassian considered himself lucky. It was hard to deal with K-2 talking his ear off some days this early. Luckily, nothing had really happened in a while. Or perhaps it was suspicious. Cassian couldn’t be sure; he had trouble deciphering between the two these days.

All he knew was that he hadn’t seen Jyn because she was off on a mission. She would have told him or he would have been with her. She was around here somewhere; he just didn’t know where and that bothered him. But then he didn’t have a say in what she did in her spare time. He didn’t give her orders. As if she would fully listen to him anyways. She’d just tilt her head to the side and give him a quirk of her lips, call him “Captain” in a melodramatic voice. No, she was free to do whatever she wanted when she wasn’t under orders.

Only…it had been three days.

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