he's the prettiest thing

thejulesers  asked:

Hoi freeeeen, how would UT Sans and US Sans react to their S/o looking slightly disgusted and when the Skellys ask what's wrong, they respond with, "I googled what a chicken would look like without feathers and now I'm really disturbed."?

Okay, I had to look that up and wow….that’s..interesting?


UT!Sans: He’ll laugh and want to see the picture, then grimace slightly. He can see why you’d be disgusted. They aren’t exactly the prettiest thing in the world. Nonetheless, he’ll find your reaction hilarious.

US!Sans: Blue will be a little more concerned and slightly interested in seeing the picture. When you show him, he’ll find it strangely interesting and want to know more about it. Honestly, this wasn’t the reaction anyone was anticipating and somehow you find him looking up all sorts of stuff on it.

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INT: [about which members act different from real life in front of the cameras] For Woozi, it’s “Woozi is manly in real life but he acts cute in front of cameras.

WZ: “Cute… I act cute? Who said that? […] I’m the type that doesn’t like to act cute.”

pretty boy ☾ peter parker

summary : you think peter is very pretty, and your duty as his girlfriend is to tell him every chance you get.

wc : 1.4k 

  Peter Parker has freckles. They’re countless in amount and infinitesimal in size, but they’re spread across his sloped nose, his cheeks, and some of them are scattered across his shoulders from the days he spends at Rockaway Beach in the summertime sun not because he likes the beach, but because you do and you drag him there almost every day throughout July. He doesn’t mind. He can’t have you taking the train there alone, and he’d rather spend time with you in the sweltering heat than leave you by yourself. If you’re sitting close enough, the way you are right in this moment, you can count each one of those stars on his cheeks and play connect the dots with a ballpoint pen, if he’d let you. He most likely would. Peter would let you get away with anything. If you were to try to kiss each individual freckle that was settled there on his skin you’d be pressing your lips to his cheeks for hours on end. He’d like to see you try such a thing. 

   Peter Parker also has the sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into. They were warm and kind and they felt like home whenever he turned them on you in that loving way he held. You love the way he looks at you, often and bright with happiness. You haven’t stopped looking at him since you started all those months ago, you couldn’t anticipate a time when you would. He doesn’t mind the permanent way his eyes settle on you, but it’s the way you’re always looking at him that makes him blush and turn his face away. He’s not much to look at, in his opinion. 

    He whines a little when he catches your eye again, trained on him like a reflex once again. His face glows a red the color of a ripe strawberry as he spins around in his chair and stares at the peeling cover of his science notebook. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You grinned when he flushed a deeper shade of crimson, still evading the smile that crept across your face. 

   “Y/N,” he whines once more, the heat creeping up toward the tips of his ears. He turns toward you, holding his cheek in his hand and keeping his elbow propped up on the swivel chair. “You know I get all,” he squirmed around in his chair, “flustered when you call me that.” The admittance came with a great reluctancy on his part, but it only made you smile more as you walked across the room and cleared away the clutter of his desk, taking a seat there so you could continue your study in Peter Parker. “I’m not pretty.” 

    “Shhh,” you chastised, using your foot to spin him back around. “You’re very pretty, Peter.” He stretches out his hand, waiting for you to grab it and hold it as careful as always. He presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever you hold his hand, he knows you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and that every single time he does it, you swoon like it’s your first date all over again. He’s big on holding hands. It’s intimate without being too much, and the teachers can’t really scold him for holding your hand the way they can for kissing you against the lockers when you both think no one is around. Still, he kisses your hand, and you close your eyes, smiling shyly. Then, you say, “How’d I get the sweetest, prettiest boy in the universe to be mine?” 

   “Oh, god,” he takes his hand out of yours and covers his cheeks with them, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palms and squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t believe what you’ve made him. A blushing mess undone the moment you call him pretty, sweet, yours. “Feel my cheek,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm to his face. You laugh. 

   “You’re burning up, babe,” you say, patting his cheek. “I can’t help it. I have to compliment you. All the time. Every hour of every day.” You tap a finger against his cute nose. 

   “I would compliment you but every time I try you swoop in and render my speech incoherent with that little nickname you have for me,” he kept his fist against his cheek as he stared up at you, your legs dangling off his desk as you extend your hands out for him. He takes them, presses them to his cheek. 

   “What nickname?” You question innocently. “Oh, oh, oh, I know which one. Pretty boy.” You held his scrunched up in embarrassment face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “So pretty.” 

    “I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” The words came out muffled because of the position his face was in, but if he were being honest, he could feel himself light up every time you said he was pretty, as amusing as the word was to him. Even if he doesn’t think he’s much- anything, really- to be fond of, he’s happy, so happy, that you disagree. 

   You call him pretty boy every chance you get. You seize the opportunity with pride, throwing a wink his direction when you can because he has the dopiest little smile on his face for the rest of the day even if he feigns irritation in the moment. 

     You greet him every morning outside his apartment building with a cup of coffee in your outstretched hand and a sweet smile curling at your lips and a, “Morning, my pretty boy,” and Peter starts his school day with a blush, his arm around the shoulders of the girl that he loves. You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s invincible. 

    Then, you see him in chemistry class, goggles strapped to your face and a stupid apron around your neck. His heart still stops when he sees you. You slide in the seat between him and Ned, pulling at his goggle strap before it snaps back to his head as gentle as you can manage. “Did you finish the lab conclusion, pretty boy? I’m stuck on the last sent- Ned what happened to him?” You turned to the other boy, eyebrows raised in confusion because Peter is motionless and the redness is spreading all over his neck. 

   “You called him pretty again,” Ned replied, stretching his hand across the table and waving it in front of Peter’s face. “He’s probably just offended that you didn’t greet me with a compliment.” 

   “C’mon, Ned, you know I think you’re gorgeous.” 

   “I’m actually not deaf, guys.” Peter nudged you playfully, rubbing his cheeks with the sleeves of his gray sweater. You ruffle his honey hair. 

  “We know,” you answered. “Ned’s stunning, obviously-” Ned grins at this- “but you’re forever the only pretty boy for me.” Peter scrunches his nose up. Then, he takes off his goggles, placing them next to the looseleaf paper that has his neatly compiled lab report scrawled over the page. He leans forward, scooting his chair close to you so he can remove your goggles, too. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you quick. He’d put more passion into it if the teacher wasn’t standing across the room, looking for any excuse to separate the two of you. Every teacher was the same. He pulls back after a second, his hands lingering on your cheeks when he gazes at you. 

   “I love you, you beautiful and lovely and wonderful girl of mine.” Triumphantly, he removes his hands and places them back down on the desk. He catches it before you turn away toward Ned, and for a brief and fleeting moment, it’s there on your cheeks. “Oh, oh, what’s that I see? Is that a blush?” He jumps around to Ned’s spot, a stupid, prideful grin on his face as he savors the moment for himself, commits the pretty sight to memory. “Pretty girl, are you blushing?” He pressed his hands to against your face, pinching your cheek gently, lovingly. You punched him in the arm, a warning behind your eyes, but Peter didn’t care in the slightest. 

   “Yes, you big idiot,” you mumbled. “Happy now?” 

   “Oh, I’m very happy.” 

   “I hate you.” 

   “Do you really?” Peter raised his eyebrows, resting his palms against your shoulders and rubbing his thumb along the place where your collarbone peeked out of your shirt. 

   “Of course not,” you said, a grumble in your tone. “I love you and your pretty boy face, sweet little freckles and all.” You poked a couple of his freckles and kissed the one by his mouth. Peter sighed, still smiling brightly because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed at you when you called him that name. He’d wear it with like a badge of honor, grateful for it. He had an effortlessly gorgeous love that thought he was the prettiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on, so what more could he ask for? 

Being the Girlfriend of Draco Malfoy Would Include...

since I haven’t gotten anything out in a while, here is some headcanons


Masterlist


Originally posted by idontknowashit


Gryffindor Reader


Originally posted by 13rwhyblog



•Teasing each other jokingly 24/7

•Jokingly mocking one another in Quidditch Slytherin vs Gryffindor

•”Ha! You call that ‘good’, Malfoy?”

•”(Name)! Pay attention and stop ogling at the opponent!”

•”Well how do you expect me to stop staring when he’s got an ass like that?”

•”(Name)!!!”

•Playful kissing

•”Ugh, can’t you two get a room?”

•”You’re just jealous, Parkinson.”

•Then afterwards making a point by full on pulling his collar towards you for a kiss

•You both taking turns buying each other candy

•Him finally gaining the courage to bring you to meet his parents

•His father disapproving of you since you were in Gryffindor

•His mother asking you in private to keep Draco safe with a stern tone and stern eyes

•You telling her, “I would give my life to spare his.”

•Her almost tearing up and smiling sadly

•Him overhearing, taking you to his room and scolding you

•”If it comes down to you or me, never choose me.”

•”So you expect me to just let you die?!”

•”You are not dying. I won’t let anyone hurt you, you hear me?!”

•The small argument ending in cuddles and a promise to both stay alive




Slytherin Reader


Originally posted by pleasingpics


•The power couple

•You both slay tbh

•Like you could both walk down the halls and own the place

•It’s like you were basically meant for each other

•”Hey, Draco…”

•”I know what you’re thinking. Hot chocolate?”

•”With marshmallows, yes, definitely.”

•Headcanon that every Friday night some of the students in the Slytherin House gather in the common room to play card games like Cray, BS, or Spoons

•If it’s Cray, you and Draco are always a team and always win

•If it’s something where the two of you are competing against each other, you’re both super sneaky and competitive

•Sometimes he lets you win, sometimes you let him win

•Him taking you to meet his parents for the first time, Lucius having a mildly better opinion on you since you were a Slytherin 

•You acting prim and proper while dining with them, but then when you and Draco are alone in his room…

Tickle wars

•Narcissa smiling softly to herself when she hears the joyous laughter emitting from her son which she hadn’t heard in a while

•Her noting how much more he smiled when you were around or mentioned

•The two of you crying in each others arms when you show each other your marks

•You both drying each others tears and promising to keep one another safe

•”I won’t let anything hurt you. Never.”




Ravenclaw Reader


Originally posted by giifs-s


•You being almost like a guardian to him

•”Oh, Draco, don’t forget to finish that section of homework.”

•”Draco, remember to take your notes.”

•”Draco, your tie is right here. Stop looking in your sock drawer.”

•You sneaking into his common room (oh his request) to study

•Him not wanting to study

•”But (Name), what I meant by ‘study date’ was act like we would study and actually just cuddle.”

•”I have three tests coming up, Draco. Now shut up and let me study in peace.”

•You finally giving into his whining

•”Oh my gosh, fine. But if I make bad grades, you’ll suffer for it.”

•Him taking you to meet his parents

•Lucius not really treating you hospitably, but then again not despising you either

•But he has to admit, he was only slightly impressed by your academic ability

•”I will escort (Name) upstairs to my room. We have a test after the break and we both want to be prepared.”

•Then when you get into his room, all it is is goofing around and making paper cranes

•He shows you his mark, you having to try and stay strong for him

•He tells you that he never wanted it, you trusting him

•”You are not evil, Draco. You are not your father.”





Hufflepuff Reader


Originally posted by c-u-r-e


•You two being the cutest things ever

•Draco overhearing someone diss you

•”You better take that back, or I’ll just have to knock some sense into you.”

•Then you confront the person planning to fight Draco and

•”If you so much as lay a finger on him, I will rip off your arms and beat you with them.”

•Him buying you candy all the time

•Like seriously, you have a stash because of how much he spends on you

•”Draco, this looks expensive…”

•”It’s something sweet for someone sweeter.”

•Him losing focus in class because he is non-stop smiling about the small things you do that make him smile

•”You’ve gone soft, Malfoy.”

•Him not even denying it at that point

•”What can I say? She just does that to me.”

•You two walking in flower fields, him smiling to himself when you get excited over a pretty flower

•But he thinks you’re the prettiest thing out there

•Him taking you to meet his parents

•Lucius disapproving of you, but Narcissa seeing how care-free and dreamy you make Draco and approving of you

•Narcissa honestly finding you precious

•You and Draco building pillow forts in his room and sleeping in them

•You breaking into a fit of sobs when he shows you his mark

•But trying to stay strong because he started crying at the sight of you breaking down

•The both of you cuddling each other until you both fall asleep, making a silent promise to always be together no matter what life may throw at you.

carnivorousgekkou  asked:

Um, with everyone is asking for headcanons, could I maybe ask for some hc for Orochimaru and/or Sakumo, please?

- For the record, Jiraiya said Sakumo can you keep an eye on the bastard while I’m on my mission, not Sakumo take him home and marry him.

- Jiraiya would like to make that very clear, okay. 

- It probably would have been fine, except Sakumo caught Orochimaru in the garden and he looked So Pretty and then there were assassins and he was So Deadly.

- Sakumo is only human, he cannot be blamed for thinking Orochimaru is is the prettiest thing ever.

- Of course he had to snatch him up immediately, there might have been competition

- Orochimaru is Confused, but this is no stranger than Jiraiya’s courting rituals, so. 

- (Tsunade takes to beating Jiraiya over the head when she hears. This is absolutely His Fault.)

- Sakumo’s biggest obstacle comes from the Namikaze boy and the Uzumaki girl. Thankfully they’re so busy trying to outdo each other than Sakumo can easily trip them up and take the win for himself. 

- Orochimaru allows it, mostly because Smug looks good on Sakumo and it’s kind of cute. 

- Kakashi finds himself with a genius step-parent who will gladly teach him any jutsu he wants without the safety lectures.

- He approves. 

- Sakumo expected to be the cuddler in this relationship. He was proved incorrect the first time he woke up with Orochimaru wrapped around him like a python. 

- (Jiriaya side-eyes him when Sakumo tries to wax poetic about how cute Orochimaru is. There are a lot or repeated questions about whether he’s hit his head recently.)

- Tsunade wants No Part In This, all right? 

- Sakumo doesn’t bring flowers for their first date, he brings poisons.

- Clearly this is True Love. 

- Orochimaru makes him a sword. And, once they’re married, sons.

- Not the traditional way, because that’s Boring.

- Sakumo is baffled but pleased. 

- (There is a new hole in the wall of Jiraiya’s apartment the shape of his head. He spends the week after the announcement staking out different corners of Konoha bars, and can be heard muttering if any two people deserve each other oh my gods AND NOW THEY’RE REPRODUCING.)

- Tsunade thinks it’s cute. 

- She’s totally the godmother. 

anonymous asked:

Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u. 

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers! 

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

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Tree Tattoos

Summary:  Whenever you turn 16, whatever happens to your body happens to your soulmate’s body. Connor Murphy’s soulmate loves trees and flowers, but is also suicidal and anxious. He writes reminders about how they should take their medications, and that today was going to be a good day.
He’s paired up with Evan Hansen, the boy who he tried to get away from after signing his cast, in Biology 2. He offers to hang out after school, and Evan accepts.
The sad thing is that everything flips there.
Word Count: 7.1K
Trigger Warnings: self-harm, mention of suicide attempt, and panic attacks.


Fifteen tattoos were littered all over Connor’s body.  They were small, and he had been getting them since he was 16, and his mother wrote out a thing saying he had parent’s permission to get tattoos.  Cynthia only did that because all the drawings were soulmate markings.

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Good Morning, Jamaica

A little part two of my other fic ‘Jamaica’, thanks again to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me out with it! Enjoy!! xx B

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Hot.

You were so hot, and no matter how you twisted or turned, you couldn’t escape the heat. It radiated off of the solid body behind you and off of the heavy arm slung over your waist as puffs of breath huffed against your neck. Your eyes widened. Who could you have possibly…? Then it all came rushing back. The wine, a ringed hand slipping further up your thigh with each second and the sloppy, wonderful fuck against the dining room wall. It was Harry’s taste on your tongue. Harry’s moans in your memory. Harry’s body heat at your back. Trembling slightly, you rolled away from the man sleeping behind you, taking the bedsheets with you to cover your nakedness as you did. Harry didn’t stir as the bed shifted, and you cursed under your breath as you remembered your clothes being discarded on the dining room floor in your haste to undress each other. Hopefully anyone who actually made it back to the house after a night of drinks was too tired or too tipsy to notice the clothes scattered around.
Just as your hand grasped the doorknob, the bed creaked, a soft grunt reaching your ears. You froze in anticipation.
“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gravelly from sleep, his knuckles coming to rub at his eyes as he sat up. Harry took you in, your pretty form clutching the silk sheets around you like a second skin. “What’re yeh doin’?” He asked.
You swallowed, heart racing. “I’m…I’m going back to my room before anyone realizes I’m in here, without clothes on,” you said shakily, glancing over your shoulder at him. His hair was ruffled from sleep and the multiple times you’d tugged on his roots the night before, and his lips were swollen and pink. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him. You didn’t leave the door, though.
“Love,“ he said quietly, eyes darting over you as he slowly rose from the bed with his hand extended toward you as he approached, like he was trying to calm a wild animal that would run the instant he got too close. “Yeh avoidin’ me? Tryin’ t’ leave before I woke up?” Your eyes squeezed shut, his hand landing on your wrist as flashes of those hands running along your skin went through your mind. You swallowed.
“I’m..I’m not avoiding you. Just…need to do some shopping, s'all.” Harry let out a low chuckle, green eyes understanding as he came to stand in front of you. The rest of the house was still silent and you were thankful for the alcohol that had provided the peace.
“’M sorry, love, I am. We were both just in t'moment, and a lit’le drunk, we don’ have t'make it into more than that.” His words had the opposite effect than he intended and he knew it immediately by the way hurt flashed in your eyes.
“You…you didn’t want it?” Your voice cracked, eyes looking anywhere but at Harry as tears welled in them. For so long, you’d secretly had feelings for him, wanted to feel his lips on yours and his skin against your body, and now that you had, he was acting as if it didn’t mean anything to him at all. You turned away from him, sniffling as Harry made an affronted grunt.
“No, no, angel, tha’s not wha’ I meant. O'course I wanted it, wanted yeh. O'course I did, still do.” You paused, wiping at one of your eyes and angling your head to glance back at him. “’Ve always wanted yeh, sweetheart. If y'don’ feel th’ same, tha’s fine, but don’ yeh dare think I didn’t want yeh, or I just wanted a quick fuck. Don’.”
Sincerity and concern shown in his dark eyes, and before you could over think yourself, your hands were cupping his jaw and your lips were against his, the sheet falling to the floor without your hands there to hold it. Harry took in a shocked breath through his nose, but his hands fell to your hips and he pulled you closer, molding your body to his. Now that you were both completely sober and not locked in a lust-driven race to get to your orgasms, the kiss was slow and hot, your heads tilting and lips smacking softly. Your hands slid to his chest and Harry’s came to your jaw, thumb rubbing softly over it as he urged you towards the bed. His lips moved down your cheek to your neck, sucking gently on the skin there as your head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Harry,” you whined, “I need you.“ A low growl left his throat as his fingers trailed down your body. "Yeh wan’ it, pet? No runnin’ away this time?” A cheeky smile pulled at his mouth as he raised his head to meet your gaze and you nodded seriously, tugging on his necklace to connect your lips again.
“No running.” You agreed. Your bare back met the mattress again, and you whimpered as you dragged your mouth along his throat, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Harry moaned above you, his arms trembling as he rubbed his hardening length against your center. He was all slow, warm hands as they ran down your sides, his body sliding down to rest at the foot of the bed. His soft lips began to sponge kisses from your ankle up to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh. You whined impatiently when Harry returned to hover over you, still slow and wild eyed. After a few more needy kisses, you trailed your eyes over him in the morning light. He was gorgeous; from his bedroom eyes to his flushed, weepy cock, he was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.
“S'pretty.” Harry laughed and sweetly kissed you before his mouth returned to the hollow of your throat, moving down to your breasts. Desire flooded through you, your body humming at the notion of having him buried inside of you again, your belly tingling in anticipation.
“‘M gonna fuck yeh nice ‘n slow, sweetheart, show yeh how bad ‘ve wanted yeh. Yeh feel tha’?” His hard cock pressed into your thigh and you whimpered, mouth falling open. “S’what y’do t’ me.” He slowly trailed his fingertips down your body until he reached your center, immediately finding your clit and circling it with fervor. A strangled moan fell from your lips.
“Please, Harry!” The words were all you could manage, head so filled with the haze of lust you could barely see. Harry smiled against the skin of your chest, hips shifting as he lined himself up.
“Yeh need me, angel? Hm?” Your fingernails clawed at his back as he entered you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Harry’s words trailed off into deep, drawn out moans as your walls clenched around him, warm and wet. “Pet, yeh feel s’good fo’ me.” You pulled him down for a kiss, tongues tangling and breath mingling. Harry’s teeth sank into your lip with a grunt, his hips thrusting forward at a steady pace. His cock dragged slowly in and out of you, and his eyes squeezed shut, the feeling indescribable.
“Wanted you for so long,” you wheezed, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him deeper into you. “So, so long.” Harry groaned, head falling to rest on your collar bone.
“‘Here! ‘M here, angel, ‘m righ’ here,” Harry bit out, teeth clenching when the headboard knocked into the wall. “Christ!” The heat was stifling, the sounds of your pants and dirty moans filling the air, and you couldn’t find it in you to care that anyone in the house could probably hear the noises. Let them hear how well Harry fucked you, how good he was to you. A ringed hand slipped down to rub your clit, eliciting sharp cries from you as Harry’s hips thrust deeper. Each stroke was long and measured, making sure to fill you to the brim and push you to the limit faster. A light sheen of sweat covered yours and Harry’s skin, making him difficult to grab onto, but as you sank your nails into his back for leverage, a hoarse cry of pleasure left his throat.
“Do tha’ again, pet, c’mon, be good fo’ me.” You raked your nails down his skin, sure to leave scratches, but you didn’t think twice about it when you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, love, y’feel s’good.” You were taut underneath him, barely able to catch a breath, and you found your hands pushing at his shoulders roughly.
“Wanna ride you, please.” Harry’s eyes rolled with pleasure, his length barely leaving you as he rolled to his back and you moved to straddle him and sink down onto his cock. The new angle pushed him even deeper, and Harry was quick to start pushing up into you, not wanting to wait a minute more. “You feel so good, Harry. Oh my God, please don’t stop!” His hands cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples as his eyes roamed over your body as you moved above him. Heat curled in your belly, coiling tightly like a spring as you slipped a hand down your body to rub at your clit.
“C’mon, angel, look s’good fo’ me, ridin’ m’so well. Need yeh t’ cum all ov’ m’cock.” You moaned at his words, grinding down on him as he thrusted upwards. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock so tightly you could feel the vein that ran along his length pulse inside of you. It didn’t take much longer for you to throw your head back as your orgasm rolled over you, your mouth falling open in a loud cry. Harry was quick to follow, teeth gritting and neck veins on display as he climaxed. With him still buried inside you, you slouched forward, breathing hard against his chest. Chaste kisses were pressed to your sweaty forehead and Harry tenderly rubbed your back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Still no running?” He managed to wheeze, a small smile curving his lips. You let out a shaky laugh, nipping at his throat playfully.
“After that, I’m not even sure I can walk. I’m not going anywhere.” A rumbling laugh was Harry’s only reply.

BTS on their Wedding Day

Seokjin: 

  • He would be running around all day making sure everything is perfect. And the boys would definetly be yelling at him to stop because “It’s YOUR big day. Stop, we’ll do it!”
  • Still he is going to continue bickering and complaining about anything and everything.
  • He would start eating the food even before the ceremony starts and he would definetly be eating more because of stress.
  • He tries to sneak into the brides room to take a glance
  • definetly gets caught by namjoon
  • Being prettier than the bride but saying she is prettier
  • Boys putting the veil on his head and calling him The Bride

Suga/Yoongi: 

  • Definetly playing the piano and making the boys sing.
  • He totally made the song just for you
  • His wedding vow is a rap. You can’t avoid it.
  • Excited as hell but acts calm. Still he can’t help but smile all day.
  • Namjoon probably breaks something and Yoongi roasts him at the end of his wedding vow
  • Whispering sweet things in your ear whenever he passes by you
  • You need to drag him for your first dance but he secretly loves it
  • he probably practiced really hard with Jimin and Hoseok

Namjoon/Rapmon:

  • Drops the ring in the middle of the ceremory
  • Breaks the flower vase while trying to pick it up
  • Let’s be honest everyone saw it coming
  • The most excited one for the wedding night (ayeeeeeeee ;) )
  • He would send you so many naughty texts on his bachelor party
  • He would be giggling all day like a children
  • It is the classiest wedding ever
  • It probably has a Black&White theme and fancy champagne
  • He isn’t worried one bit. He knows you are meant for eachother.

J-hope/Hoseok:

  • Tears. Tears everywhere. (He would also cry on on others’ weddings too, let’s be real.)
  • The boys are trying so hard to make him stop crying but he is just too happy
  • He would dedicate a dance to you
  • You bet he worked hard as hell to make it perfect
  • And it’s cute but holy shit it makes your knees weak
  • Because of happiness he somehow shines brighter if that is even possible at this point
  • You didn’t know it was possible to have so many flowers at a wedding
  • He is totally sending you hearts as soon as you start walking towards his at the ceremony

Jimin:

  • creates a choreograohy for the two of you to dance to.
  • Boys needs to calm him down every second because “Holy shit what if she changes her mind?!”
  • Eventually you had to go in and calm him down
  • and he refuses to see you at first because he doesnt want any bad luck on his marriage with you
  • A conversation through the wall
  • Busan accent because he is excited and he thinks it makes him manlier
  • he is not manly, he be very soft. Happiest soft ever.

Taehyung/V:

  • He cant sit still, someone help this child
  • Maknae line ripping their asses off to calm him down but all it takes for Suga to say “Calm down, Tae.” and give him a plush toy.
  • He hugs the plush because he really can’t wait to see you
  • until he sees a child that is
  • proceeds to hug the child
  • “Tae please let the kid go. The ceremony is starting”
  • His legs starts shaking and he is smiling so much his cheeks hurt
  • Jungkook is singing for your first dance and holy shit it’s cute as fuck

Jungkook:

  • Namjin is PROUD.
  • Everybody is  happy-sad because “NAMJOON OUR SON HAS GROWN UP SO FAST”
  • Definetly dedicating you songs
  • He would be shy but act cocky as hell because “I am manly enough.”
  • He is so proud to see you in the wedding dress
  • he cant take his eyes off of you because you are the prettiest thing he laid eyes on
  • he let’s you know that a lot
  • Please tell him you love him becaus ehe is scared shitless of loosing you
Movie Night Part 3

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3387

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, semi-public fingering, sexual penetration, teasing, fluff… the works.

Request: How would you feel about doing a part 3 to movie night? If not, I understand but I would like to read more! - Anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I got lost in the smutty goodness! (This can be read as a stand alone!)

Part One - Part Two



Alone time was hard to find in this compound.

You and Bucky hadn’t been able to be alone since you had snuck out of his room a week ago.

It was driving you mad.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room. You laid the files on the table and got the coffee brewing. You had just bent down to get the cups out of the cabinet when the door opened behind you.

“Unf… Buck, what are you doing?” you heard Steve say.

You straightened back up quickly and turned to see that Bucky had stopped right in the middle of the doorway, causing Steve to crash into him. You blushed because you knew that Bucky had gotten a great view of your ass. The slit in the back of your skirt had probably awarded him a peak of your thighs as well.

Steve pushed Bucky forward, walking around him to see you standing there. He laughed softly and shook his head. “Good morning darlin’.”

You sent him a shy smile with a wave and watched as Bucky sat down in the chair next to the one you always sit in. Steve laughed harder, sitting across from him.

You turned around and poured 2 cups of coffee for them. You bent over the table to hand Steve his. You almost dropped Bucky’s cup when you felt a hand wrap around the back of your knee.

Sitting his cup in front of him, you looked down at him incredulous. His fingers trailed up the back of your leg as far as your skirt would allow. “Thanks doll,” he said, his voice turning husky.

“Would you like me leave?” Steve asked abruptly.

You jumped away from Bucky and went to pick up the file folders. Bucky threw his coffee stirring straw at Steve, and mumbled something under his breath.

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“The One” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,393

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl’s POV of “Home” (read HERE), except in this version, the reader dies instead of Carl at the lineup.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

Thanks, @justthoseimagines , for the request!

Flashbacks are in italics.


Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

 It was Y/N’s hair that attracted Carl first. It was so long and so beautiful, he couldn’t stop staring at it when he saw her. None of the other girls he had met had hair that pretty.

Carl had met her a long time ago, but the memory of when they first saw each other stays stuck in his head. He had finally just recovered from the surgery that Hershel performed on him, and was able to get up and walk around. He was so happy he didn’t have to be cooped up in that room all day anymore. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water when Y/N walked in, not paying any attention to him. Not that he knew of. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and Carl had thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Dad, who’s that?” Carl had asked Rick once he left the kitchen. They were standing in the hallway, just far enough out of earshot where Y/N couldn’t hear them talking.

“It’s Hershel’s daughter, Y/N. She’s around your age.” Rick had told him. “Why do you seem so flustered?”

“Because she’s pretty!”

Rick had to stop himself from laughing at the current state that Carl was in. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time Carl had been around another kid his age, let alone a girl, since the apocalypse broke out.

“Just relax, son. Go introduce yourself. She aint gonna bite.”

Carl walked back into the kitchen, and she jumped, like she just realized he was in there. She stared at him for a good moment, and Carl assumed this was the first time she’d heard of him as well.

“I’m Carl.” He told her, trying to remember what his dad said about her not being scary. She really was quite pretty, Carl thought she was the prettiest girl he’d seen in his life.

“Y/N.”

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