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Knock Before You Enter {Remus Lupin x Reader} *SMUT*

Oh God, this was so hot to write ;) I haven’t written smut in a while so here you go, lovelies! Hope you like it

Reader needed help from the Marauders, only to walk in on Remus.

Enjoy! @allertonn

Xx

History classes sucked and that was the truth. It wasn’t just the numerous wars and revolutions, in fact, they were quite interesting but the drawling, ghastly voice of Professor Binns made everyone sleepy and bored. This would often result to students waking up by the end of the class, only to find out there was a homework about the earlier discussion and you should consider yourself lucky if someone was even awake enough to listen.

As was the case of (Y/n).

And no, she was not awake that time.

She was half-asleep when the professor announced a group homework and her group mates were none other than the four, troublesome Gryffindors. To be quite honest, they were not as laid back as she thought they’d be. They would help one another when it comes to studies and rumour has it, they would even stay up all night to review. No one has confirmed this rumour, of course, but she was quite confident in their abilities since their high grades were enough evidence especially her long time crush, Remus Lupin.

She was on her way to their dorm, carrying with her her school books to get started on the homework, when Peter Pettigrew came running down the stairs.

“Pettigrew! Where are you going? We’re supposed to start on the homework, remember?” She said.

“Sorry, (L/n). James and Sirius has detention the whole day today.”

“What?” She frowned, “But the deadline’s tomorrow! I can’t do this by myself!”

“Yeah, sorry. I wish I can help you but…uh, Remus is upstairs. He can certainly help you out. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around!” Peter said before scurrying away quickly.

(Y/n) did not know why he was in such a hurry or what could be more important than their homework but her heart jumped at the mention of her crush’s name.

She wanted to get this homework over and done with. She had put too much faith on James and Sirius and now that they were in detention (no doubt another prank), she had to make do with what she have; not that she didn’t mind studying with Lupin. It was because she couldn’t focus on anything when she’s alone with him. It had happened before and she did not understand a single lesson.

She marched upstairs while mumbling furiously, planning out how she will done the two in and bury their bodies next to each other. She had not noticed their door slightly ajar and so when she opened it, her eyes saw the most unexpected scene that made her regret ever coming in. Remus Lupin was standing with his back turned to her, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His back was littered with long, red scratches and scars but the arch of his spine made her blush, his shoulder blades made her heart pound, and the tiny dimples on his back made her wet.

(Y/n) was immediately frozen on the spot. She did not know if she should leave or shout at him for not locking his door. Either way, she had to decide quick because time was running out and Remus was already turning around.

His eyes fell on her immediately but he did not seem taken aback by her presence. Instead, he smirked and watched her eyes widen in surprise.

“Can I help you?” He asked casually.

It made her melt, her mouth hung slightly open and all the air from her lungs felt like they have been sucked out by a vacuum. She bit her lip to try and swallow her words but her heart was beating so loud that she became unaware of what came out of her mouth.

“I, uh, need some help with something,” she said with a smile which Remus interpreted as a positive response. He walked towards her and every step that he took, made her walk backwards nervously until she was pressed against the door, closing it with a soft thud. He reached towards her face and gently brushed the back of his finger on her cheek, trailing down to her chin to meet his eyes.

“And what is that?”

(Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before looking down at his lips. She was so tempted to know how they taste like, how they feel like. She wanted him badly but she decided to play along. Her awkward self was now long gone.

“Homework. I can’t do it by myself, you know.” She said with a smirk. She did not know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but it was leading her to get where she wanted to be.

“Well, good thing I’m here for you, aren’t I? None of my friends are here too so we have the room all to ourselves.” He said, twirling a piece of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.

“Don’t you think I should come by some other time?” She said, “You’re not fully dressed.”

Remus looked down at himself and chuckled, “I would be if you knocked on the door.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She teased, making Remus growl and grab her face, kissing her lips passionately.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue trailing along his lips while he firmly kept his hands on her hips. Both of them have wanted this for so long but they never had the chance to know about how they felt towards each another since his friends were always teasing him. He did not ever want this moment to pass and so he moved his hands up and down on her body, feeling every inch of her skin, memorizing it in his mind. Hearing her moan softly was like music to him, knowing that he was making her feel good. He licked her neck and softly nibbled her ear before whispering.

“Do you want me?” He asked and although they haven’t gotten very far, he wanted her to assure him that she wanted him as much as he did. She slipped her fingers through his soft, brown hair and gave him his answer after a quick kiss on the lips.

“I do. I’ve always do.” She replied, making Remus smile excitedly like a little school boy who had just received his candy.

He carried her in both of his arms and laid her down on his bed before crouching towards her like a hungry wolf. She bit her lip and watched him hover above her, her eyes set on his. He leaned in and began to kiss her once more while she pulled him close with her legs. She felt his hard on press against her clothed heat, making him moan back. He continued to grind against her in a rhythm so pleasurable that made her sure her underwear was soaking wet by now. He pulled apart from her mouth and trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, lowering the top of her shirt to reveal more skin.

Watching him taste her and lick her was once a dream she would fantasize about at night while playing with herself but now that it was happening, she wanted more than just this. Remus stopped and pulled the top of her shirt once more, peaking down at her bra with a smirk.

“Take this off for me, darling, would you?” He asked in a polite yet lustful manner.

(Y/n) did not hesitate and sat up to remove her shirt, revealing to him her black laced bra with a tiny white bow between her breasts. She bit her lip and beckoned him with a finger.

“Remus…” She moaned, driving him mad.

He leaned in to her hungrily and cupped her breast in his hand, “ ‘This for me, darling?”

He fondled her and massaged her as she continued to moan his name in his ear. He pinched her nipple through her bra while she reached behind her back to unclasp it. Remus pulled it by the straps before tearing it from her body, throwing it on the other side of the room. She laid back down once more as he kissed her, his hands now reaching through her underwear to feel her wet womanhood. He pressed his thumb on her clit like a button, his other finger teasing her soaked entrance.

His lips went down to her breasts and closed around her nipple while he kept his fingers busy, rubbing up and down her slit. He pushed two fingers in and as she moaned, he began to move them, her wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out.

“A-ahh, Remus…”

“Feels good?” He asked but he did need to hear her answer.

The way she writhed at the mercy of his fingers was enough evidence. He continued fingering her until she was about to reach her climax, pulling it out before she could release. She glared at him for delaying her but he did not say anything. He tugged down her shorts and tossed it by the bed before removing her underwear that matched her bra. He placed it in his pocket and started to unbuckle his belt.

“You’ll have it back tomorrow.” He said. The thought of her going back to her room with no knickers under her clothes aroused him.

He pulled down his boxers next and (Y/n) licked her lips at the size of his impressive length. He was already hard and the tip was leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs in front of him, showing him how wet she was. Remus’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, capturing it like a picture to wank himself to. He crawled back on top of her and held his cock before running the head up and down her soaking slit, teasing her.

“Remus, no…I-I want you,” she said, desperation in her voice.

He leaned in to her and kissed her softly before slowly easing himself inside, pushing his thick manhood in her wet cavern. Inch by inch, he filled her pleasurably, making her moan into his kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and pulled out gently before pushing back in one thrust.

“Oh, love…You are so tight. Feels so good for me, darling.”

He praised, his elbows planted on the mattress as he began to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. (Y/n) moaned at every hard and slow thrust he gave. Soon enough, he increased his speed with an even harder impact than before. Her walls clamped tightly around his length at every push and pull, his lips capturing hers.

His hands both gripped on the headboard as he roughened his thrusts, his nails scratching the wood. He was hitting her g-spot now and he was going fast and hard, making the headboard slam against the wall. He moaned at how wet she was becoming, whispering to her praises like how good she made him feel. He could tell she was close and so he carried her by her waist and sat up, allowing her to move up and down on his thick length.

“Oh my God, Lupin! I’m so close…”

“Go on, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, pressing his lips on her skin. He was getting close as well and with one last thrust and a hard slam of her bum on his thighs, the two finally reached their climax.

“A-Ahh!” Remus moaned as he started to cum inside her, thick spurts of his seed marking her walls as his. He groaned in immense pleasure while she soaked him with her juices, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He kept his arms around her, her hands on his shoulders as his cock began to soften. He laid her back down and pulled out, his cum trickling down from her slit. (Y/n) smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Wow…That was splendid.”

Remus panted and smiled before cleaning her up. He laid back down by her side and tucked her in with his blanket, pulling her to his chest.

“So are we dating?” He tried to asked confidently but his fear of just being a one-night stand made him worry. He wanted to start a relationship with her and not just a physical relationship to help him let out his frustrations. He loved her deeply and if she did not want him, it would surely break his heart.

However, (Y/n) smiled and nodded, “Of course!”

Remus gave a breath of relief and returned the smile, “Hogsmeade on Saturday, then?”

“I’d love to, Remus.”

She kissed his lips softly before resting her head on his shoulder, falling asleep by his side.

Rest of Our Lives

Characters: Y/N (reader), Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: stressed reader, douche ex, crappy friend, bad boss, “kidnapping” - the cute kind though. Mainly just fluff though.  

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is is my entry for the lovely @splendidcas’ birthday challenge. Shannon thank you for giving me an always welcome excuse to write more Misha.

My prompt for this challenge was: “I don’t kidnap, I just temporarily borrow a person” - And I love this prompt so so much, so thank you for this opportunity Shan :D

Thanks to the brilliant and sweet @chaos-and-the-calm67 for betaing this for me.

Opening a coffee shop was stressful, especially when the person opening it was you. You wanted everything to be perfect. This had been you dream for at long as you could remember and taking the leap and finally realizing it had not been one you had taken lightly.

It had taken years working as a waitress in a restaurant for a horrible boss and finding your cheating boyfriend in bed with your best friend. It had taken days spend in bed crying your eyes out, before you had forced yourself to get back on your feet. You were not going to let screaming bosses, bad friends or cheating exes knock you down. You were going to take this as a sign that you needed at change. You had remembered your dream then and realized it was time to realize it.

That had been almost a year ago. You had started creating a business plan and you had worked hard on getting approved for the loans you had needed. Six months ago today you had gotten them approved and the same day you had bought this building. It was also six month ago today, you had met him.

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Take a Ride with Me, Baby

Take a Ride with Me, Baby by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean has rebuilt a  cherry red 1954 pickup. He convinces his girl to take a ride with him one summer evening. 

Warnings: Smut, of course. Language. Fluff. Dean being way too adorable and sexy. WC: 1610 On AO3 Photo credit: Clif Kosterman ig

Happy Galentines Day! ♥


The loud, repetitive honking made me laugh, as I looked through the living room window. I was surprised to see a classic red truck parked out front, Dean hanging out of the door.

“C'mon, baby. Get in the truck.” Dean hollered at me through the open window. The light of a summer sunset was fading  behind the houses across the street.

I walked down the driveway to the 1954 pickup, it’s cherry red paint shiny from the recent wax Dean had applied.

“Sweetheart, I only have her tonight. Take a ride with me.” Dean pleaded, his hand beckoning me.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Mistake

Requested

Prompts: 7- “How long have you been standing there?”
11- “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
24- “Oh, fuck off.”
51- “Am I scaring you?”

Summary: Bellamy bets with Murphy that he would get into reader’s panties. But as the time passes he falls in love with her and stops caring about the bet, because he gets into relationship with her. But, unfortunately, she finds about the bet and they break up. However once he finds in the woods wounded after the fight with grounders, she finally gives him a chance to apologise and explain.

Word Count: 3584


A/N: So this request was hard to write for me since I can’t really imagine Bellamy doing something like that. So, please, don’t get mad at me for writing this.


Originally posted by morleybell


3rd POV
“What are you looking at?” Murphy approached Bellamy whose eyes were set on something, or better said on someone.

“At a piece of art,” Bellamy smirked licking his lips as he observed Y/N’s body. She was way more beautiful than any other girl around him and he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t approached you yet.

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anonymous asked:

so my hand has been cramping up whenever I write/draw (like towards my outer palm) so I was just wondering if you think I should get that checked out or just take a break from drawing (I know you're not s doc, I thought maybe you've experienced something similar) (also, note to self, start stretching my hand before I draw, lol)

Yes it is VERY IMPORTANT TO stretch and warm up your wrist, shoulder, neck, and arm before and after drawing. I had to get physio and treatment for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome when I was 18 because I had bad posture and never stretched. Here are some good stretches to help prevent CTS: 

Remember to have good posture (shoulder blades back, like you’re squeezing something in between them) and try not to hunch. Stretch your neck often as well! 

Can’t Handle the Heat - Joe Sugg

Request: Can you do a Joe imagine where they’re in the kitchen cooking together and Y/N sits up on the counter top and it gets a little steamy? It doesn’t have to be smutty just maybe sensual and a bit romantic if that makes sense

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: So I made it so it was just Joe cooking but it’s still a good imagine! 

I hope you like it! :)

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Joe’s POV

“Whatcha cooking?” (y/n) asked, as she walked into the kitchen. I placed the knife down and turned to look at her.

We haven’t been dating long but man, did the sound of her voice make my heart race. She was always someone who was very difficult to get to know so it definitely took more than the usual amount of effort to be able to call her mine. We’ve been taking things pretty slow as neither of us are looking to settle down any time soon but being in a relationship with her had me thinking about a future.

“Joe…” She said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at her, sitting the countertop in nothing but my t-shirt that went just passed her butt so her lacy underwear was showing, just a little. God, she was something else.

“I thought I’d make us some pasta with chicken.” Tonight was my night to cook.

We made plans that every night we would switch up who was cooking and then on Sunday’s we would cook together. She would cook on the days I would be editing or filming and I would cook on the days she’d stay late at work. It was the perfect arrangement.

“Sounds perfect.” She said, crossing her ankles. “What are your plans for tonight then?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, knowing she wanted to spend time together. 

Whenever she wanted to have a cozy night in, she would always ask what my plans were but use a certain tone within the question so I always knew what she was thinking. I didn’t mind though, I loved that she was willing to hear my plans out first before automatically assuming I would be staying home.

“I was thinking, I could quickly run out and grab some champagne, run us a bath later, throw in one of Zoe’s bath bombs, light some candles, throw on a movie and we could have a nice relaxing night?”

“In the mood for relaxation?” I asked, walking over to her and placing my hands on the side of her thighs.

“My body’s pretty sore from work. We had to try out some new routines so it was kind of rough.”

(y/n) was a dancer and had been since she was four. She was always dancing around the house to her favourite songs and she knew she wanted to do it professionally so she started teaching some classes, while taking some herself and she’s done pretty well for herself by opening up her own dance studio.

“Well I could probably give you a little massage.” I let out a cheeky smile as I moved my hands under her (aka my) t-shirt and placed them on her butt. 

“Wow, five star treatment here at the Sugg Hotel.” She said, wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me closer to her.

I smiled once again as I pressed my lips against hers. She wrapped her legs around me as the kiss began to deepen. “Maybe you’ll even get a full body massage.” I teased, pulling away from the kiss.

“No, no.” She said, pulling me back towards her. “I wasn’t finished.” 

“If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.” I said, denying her and turning back to the chicken.

“Two can play at this game, Sugg.” She said, brushing past me and from the corner of my eye, I saw her remove her shirt, revealing her bare back racy red lace underwear before she completely disappeared into my room. Damn, she’s good.

Her Instinct - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - A Broken Frame

*mature gifs ahead*

This chapter was inspired by the song Guys My Age by Hey Violet. Feel free to listen as you read, it’s a great song and really fitting to the character ;-)

Morning came even quicker than last time. I feel the warmth of his body against my back. It was so comforting, his lean arm draped over my body, connecting us.

I studied his forearm. His skin looked and felt so smooth, not oily or dry, but just healthy and clear. I outlined his arm, taking in the shape with my hands.

Remembering it.

Memorizing it.

I glided my fingers down to his hand, tracing his palm. His hands weren’t as soft and smooth as his harm. Callouses outlined his palms, either from working out or all that housework he must do. The memory of his cart full of household cleaning items came across my mind. Funny thing, Mr. Leto never talks about a gardening. It must be for the houses he sells.

My mind wandered back to his warm body pressed against my back. I lapsed back into the memories from last night of us wrapped in each other’s arms, inseparable.

I felt myself melt into his arms. A soft kiss on my neck broke my train of thought.

“Someone’s awake,” he said groggily. The huskiness in his voice sent chills down my spine and was literally, the sexiest thing to wake up too.

“Someone’s still sleepy, ” I retorted playfully as I turned to face him .

“For you, I’d be awake in a heart beat.” He said suggestively.

His voice paled in comparison with his looks. Yep, he was just as flawless as he was before. My eyes outlined his perfectly handsome features. I started with is eyes, then his cheek bones, his jaw , down to his neck and stopped at his clavicle. I decided to give my eyes a break and grazed my fingers against his shoulders and chest.

He stared back at me calmly as I touched him. I felt peaceful in the oddest way.

“I don’t want to leave. I could stay in bed with you all day.” I said out loud to myself.

“Don’t say that Kerri, or I’ll just might have to make that happen.” He tapped my nose with finger with his finger.

I laughed as I inched closer to him. He leaned in, kissing me tenderly. He proceeded to kiss down across my jaw tracing down to my shoulders.

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please be real (i don’t want to lose you)

hi this is for @bts-multiverse because i’m fucking trash i’ll get to asks soon i swear here kaye ily


“are you fucking with me?”

yoongi squints at the person in front of him – it’s namjoon, he knows it’s namjoon – but is it the real namjoon? he’s reached out much too many times to grasp onto thin air, for the fake namjoon to smile at him sadly before fading away. this time, though – is he real?

“hello again, old friend,” namjoon chuckles softly, a soft smile on his face as he gazes on yoongi – not really looking, but knowing. his pupils are pale, yoongi notes, and he was hoping that it was just a trick of his imagination whenever the fake namjoons came to him – but he guess it’s not a trick, not a trick that namjoon was blind.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me,” yoongi breathes again, and he can feel his hands shaking. his face is heating up, but he knows he’s not blushing; the veins were probably showing up on his face, burning a fiery red. “you’re joking.”

“why would i joke about being here, yoongi?” namjoon laughs, eyes shut as he smiles at him, and yoongi’s heart aches at the sight.

“if i hold my hand out and you’re not there, i’m going to fucking kick your ghost ass,” yoongi chokes out, and the veins on his face burn brighter, and some are flowing up his arms and neck as well.

“then go ahead, hold your hand out, yoongs.”

yoongi hesitates, before reaching out to namjoon. he expects it to go right through him, but he stifles a gasp when his hand catches on fabric. he’s holding onto namjoon’s turtleneck. he’s real. fuck, namjoon’s fucking real and alive right in front of him.

“no hugs of reunion?” namjoon hums with amusement. “i’m quite disappointed. i missed your warm hugs.”

“i fucking hate you,” yoongi manages to say, but he hugs namjoon tightly as he requests, and namjoon wraps his own arms around him. “i fucking hate you. i’m sorry for what i did, but fuck. appearing as a ghost? i’m kicking your real ass this time.”

“i missed you, too,” namjoon laughs, bright and joyous, as though yoongi hadn’t betrayed him, no matter how accidental it was and how much guilt yoongi kept feeling.

yoongi manages to crack a smile at this, hiding his face against namjoon’s chest, taking a deep breath, taking in his scent, just knowing that namjoon’s right there. “i missed you, too, you fucker.”

Smitten Kitten (Chapter Four)

Welcome back! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS

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So it became this thing, then.

Every few days Tony would ask both Bucky and Steve to come downstairs, and they would cuddle up on the couch until Tony was happy and purring, turning in circles between the two of them, head butting against their palms, his tail wrapping around which ever wrist was closer.

Then he would shift back into human form in his bathroom, and spend several minutes hugging both of them before going back to work.

It was helping, and the team noticed.

Tony’s cheeks were always lit with a pretty flush, his smile a little softer. He was more openly affectionate with the team members instead of being caring but sarcastic from a distance. In fact, he had gone so far as to let Wanda in Constrictor form loop herself around him when she needed to be held and Vision was gone from the compound.

Tony had happily sat on the couch and let her slither and slide until she was comfortable, smiling the entire time. Natasha had partial shifted as she watched, her own protective instincts kicking in seeing Tony wrapped in all those coils.

Tony had simply rolled his eyes and motioned her to come sit next to him, waving away the smoke as she huffed uneasily.

And Bucky and Steve watched with fond smiles on their face, holding hands beneath the table, lost in their own thoughts about their cat shifter.

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Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

Car Sex, Yoongi/Suga

I wrote this one a really long time ago and I’m going to post it for you guys, not that it makes up for any of the lack of posts but until I’m finished with the other requests this should suffice a little right? Hopefully. It’s a little different but enjoy. ~

Warnings: Language


We stopped driving some time ago. I don’t know how long we’ve just been sitting here, car parked on the side of the road, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. As soon as he stopped the car he pulled me to straddle his lap, his arms wrapping around me and his soft hands sliding up the back of his hoodie. His nails drew light circles on my lower back, Yoongi’s quiet voice whispering how much he loves me into my ear repeatedly. He just let me silently cry into his neck, the only noise being my sniffles and Yoongi’s whispers.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his hands sliding to caress my sides. I don’t move my face from his shoulder and he kisses my ear. “Baby, look at me.”

I pull back so I could see him, but it’s not even like I could very well. It was so dark out, being almost one in the morning. The stars and moon shone brightly but it wasn’t enough to light up Yoongi’s face. I blink at him anyways.

“I love you,” he says and I nod. He’s been saying that for the last hour.

He pulls one of his hands out from under the jacket, resting his warm palm on my cheek. His thumb strokes under my eye, wiping at the dampness there from my endless tears.

“Don’t cry anymore,” he whispers. “You’re far too beautiful to have tears streaming down your face..”

“Don’t make me cry then,” I whisper back. He moves his hand back under my jacket, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I play with his hair, resting my cheek on top of his head while he snuggles his face into the front of me.

“I won’t ever,” he says.

I feel his head shift and I look at him, seeing him staring at me. He blinks, his eyes flickering everywhere on my face before settling on my lips. He strains his neck up, slowly leaning closer and I figured he was going to kiss me, but he just pushes his lips to my jaw. He moves down, trailing feather light kisses all the way down my neck before retreating back up and placing one right at the corner of my mouth.

“I’m promising you on everything, I won’t ever be the reason for your tears again.”

He was murmuring against my lips, his chapped ones brushing against my own but he wasn’t kissing me. It was driving me crazy, I just wanted a kiss. I initiate it, leaning down and capturing his mouth. My eyes slip closed when he doesn’t pull away and my heart flutters when he tilts his head so he could poke his warm tongue deep between my lips. He slowly licks at my tongue, his hands squeezing at my sides, his nails digging into the skin of my back. I arch myself into him and he sighs contently, pulling me impossibly closer.

“Baby girl,” he mumbles, nipping at my bottom lip and massaging my hips. “I’m going to make you feel so good..”

I pull away and rest our foreheads together, both of us staring into each other’s eyes. His arm snakes around my back to hold me still, while his other hand slips into the front of my shorts. Two of his cold fingers push between my wet folds and rub, causing me to gasp at the temperature change. He slides through my wetness, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he gently strokes over my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.

“So swollen and wet..” He whispers, rubbing me gently. I whimper when he pulls away, slipping his hand in further and circling my entrance with his finger.

“Yoongi please.”

My head falls back when he pushes inside, slowly sliding in up to his knuckle. My breathing gets heavier, my hands weaving through his curly hair, tugging on the short strands as he moves his finger in and out. He slips another one in beside the first, his fingers massaging my inner walls. I moan and his arm tightens around me, bringing me back to him.

“Shh shh shh,” he whispers along my neck, wetly kissing my throat. “I’ve got you.”

He was pumping his fingers inside of me so languidly, so slowly and relaxed, I couldn’t take it. As soon as my hips push down on his hand once, he locks me in place with his arm, enabling me to move anymore while he drives in deep. He pulls and curls his fingers so perfectly it makes my stomach twist with want.

“Yoongi,” I whine his name.

“Okay baby okay,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out and his hand from my shorts. He wipes his fingers off on his jacket I had on and grabs my neck to pull me down for a kiss. “Lift your body.”

I hold myself over his lap, balancing my weight while he unbuttons his jeans and pushes the zipper down. He shimmies his pants down his thighs, bunching them up at his knees before grabbing my hips. All we have to do is move my loose shorts to the side so he could have access.

“Come here,” he pulls me closer to him until our chests are pushed together, his mouth gently pressing to mine. “I love you so much.”

I whimper and Yoongi grunts as he lowers me down onto him, slowly. When I’m sat completely on his bare thighs, his hips roll in tiny circles, helping me adjust to his thick size. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning forward to bury my face into his hair and he kisses along the juncture of my throat. His hands slide down my body and grip onto my thighs when he starts moving, pushing his body up and burying his cock deep inside me.

“Oh,” I squeak, tightening my arms.

My hands fist into his hair and he groans against my neck, his hips jerking. He keeps his thrusts slow, pulling out at an agonizing pace and pushing back in just the same, but deep. His arm wraps around my back, his other hand moving to my hip so he could move my body up and down on his shaft. I moan and he grunts as I bounce on his lap, his cock pulsing inside of me every time he thrusted in.

“God I love you so much baby girl,” he nibbles and sucks on my neck harshly, grinding up into me and making my head spin when he brushes against my sweet spot. “So so so much.”

“Yoongi,” I moan his name and his entire body shivers, his hips pushing up faster now.

His hand is on my side, his thumb pushing into my skin next to my belly button and his other four fingers pressing against my spine tightly, keeping me arched against him. His arm moves behind me, his hand sliding into the back of my pants and smoothing over my ass. I feel two of his fingers at my entrance, where his cock was pushing in and out quickly.

“Fuck baby. You’re so stretched out around me,” he lets out a loud whimper, breathing against my shoulder. “Wish I could see it right now. See how wrecked you are down there because of my thickness.”

I knew he wasn’t using nasty wording because of the intimate situation we were in and I loved him for it. I pull back and grab his cheeks, holding his head still while I kiss him, my body bouncing. My tongue dances with his, our slimy muscles sliding against each other so passionately. I breath heavily out of my nose and so does he, both of us panting with both our chests heaving. I slide my hands up his tank top and scratch my nails down his chest, his throat vibrating as he moans loudly into my mouth.

“Yes yes yes,” he grunts, shoving his hips upwards. He starts slamming me down onto his cock, over and over. “Right there baby girl, I’m right there. Keep riding me just like this. So fucking perfect.”

I whimper into his mouth everytime his swelled cock tip hits my sweet spot dead on, every thrust in he was hitting it. Heat curls low in my gut as my climax approaches and Yoongi’s thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, his memeber pulsing and jerking against my clenching walls.

“Oh fuck,” he whines. “Oh fuck baby. You bounce on me so beautifully. You look so beautiful right now. So gorgeous, I love you.”

He grunts and with one last thrust inside, we both come undone. I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into the sore skin of his chest and he whimpers out a loud, firm, ‘uh’ while he releases. After we’ve both calmed down, Yoongi pulls out and fixes my shorts for me. He pulls his boxers and jeans back up before grabbing me and pulling me to lay down on top of him on the seat.

“I came inside you,” he says, no worry in his voice whatsoever as he rubs my back. I don’t reply and close my eyes, my ear resting over and listening to his fast beating heart. The sound was soothing and almost lulls me to sleep as I cling onto him.

“Hey,” he whispers and I him to let him know I’m listening. His lips push to my forehead in a sweet kiss. “You’re so god damn pretty and I love you.”

~AdminB

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this...”

summary: Visiting Tom and just being cute and tired. FLUFF

A/N: had some trouble finding any Tom Holland imagines lately, hope you like it!

also please feel free to request any marvel/avengers imagines! :)

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Security helped you get into the hotel where you were given directions how to get to Tom’s room. You thanked them with a nod of your head and grabbed the hand of your suitcase, walking in the direction of an elevator. After pressing the button to call it you checked your phone for any missed calls or texts while you were on the plane but saw only a few unimportand emails and social media notifications. As the door opened you placed the phone in the back pocket of your jeans and stepped inside, pressing the button with number five on it. The ride to the fifth floor was slow and was accompanied by the soft sounds of a typical elevator music. Walking ahead and then taking the first turn left made you feel slightly nervous, you haven’t seen Tom in a good few months and felt anxious to visit him by surprise. It was getting late so you were hoping he would be in his hotel room, already done with the shooting for the day. You stopped as you saw the number 503 on the door and took a breath. You knocked on the door a couple of times, hoping to see your boyfriend soon. You heard a few laughs and then the door opened was opened by smiley Tom. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Wait wh-I thought it was room se-what are you doing here, oh my God!!” His confused expression changed into a very excited one and he quickly pulled you into his arms and hugged tightly, with your head noozled into his neck while lightly standing on your tiptoes. He kissed the top of your head, “I missed you so much, baby.” 

“Hey! Where’s the food?” You heard some shouts coming from the room, “Yeah, where’s my pizza, man?”

“I missed you to, Tommy,” you say with a tired voice and place a kiss on his lips. You let go of him and turned to grab your suitcase but Tom was faster and with his other hand he grabbed yours and walked you inside, closing the door with his foot. 

“That’s not my food,” Anthony made a face before standing up and giving you a hug, “Sup, kid?”

“Nice to see you too, Mackie,” you smiled at him and then hugged Chris and Sebastian that were also in the room. The trio was definitely up to no good and they probably wanted to make Tom take part in their plan.

“Did I interupt something? Were you guys working? I-I can leave if you need me to-”

“It’s alright, don’t worry!” Chris laughed, “We were just discussing some stuff and ordered food.”

“Yeah! We wanted to make your boyfriend go ot with us tonight, have some fun, feel like joining us?” Mackie added. You sat on the couch next to him and after Tom left your suitcase in the other part of the room, he sat beside you. His arm found its way around your waist and he pulled you a little bit closer to him, “I never said I was going out with you guys!” Tom defended himself, now having another big reason not to go out and spend some time with you before you have to leave him.

“Dude, come on!” Sebastian whined  with Anthony following him a second later and Chris shushed them both. “It’s alright, he has his lady here now, let’s just wait for the food and leave them, yeah?” 


It was almost midnight by now, you and Tom were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie on the big TV screen. The both of you were quiet, enjoying each others company and being in each others arms while sharing a few passionte but sweet kisses here and there. The bright screen from the TV made the dark room look lighter and made it feel somehow cosy. 

After the amazing trio left you and Tom alone you changed your clothes to some shorts and a top. Later you felt chilly so you grabbed Tom’s hoodie that was laying on the chair and pulled it over your head to make you feel less cold. 

You turned around in your boyfriend’s arms and placed a kiss on his warm neck before closing your eyes, “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

He laughed gently, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“Love you, Tommy. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight, baby. I love you too.”

Cuddling with Taeyong
  • hey lmao
  • look who has other ty track request
  • i don’t think there exists enough words to explain how much i love lee taeyong
  • he’s one of the most caring and sweet persons i know 
  • and, not to be dramatic or smth
  • but i would take a bullet for him
  • lmao someone please stop me
  • but yeah, two cuties requested this so <3
  • here u go~~
  • let’s start this !!
  • even if ty is not the clingiest person in public
  • forget about that when both of you are alone
  • he’s probably always have his hands over you
  • even if is just to hold your pinky or play with your hair
  • he just n e e d s to be always touching you
  • and, yeah, he would LOVE cuddles
  • yall would do it really often
  • you’re just so soft and warm and he loves snuggle with you and kiss you and omg
  • specially if you’re a lot smaller than him, you’re just so adorable
  • but let’s go to the story now
  • you were alone in the dorms that day
  • he doesn’t really like cuddling in the dorms, tbh even if it’s just the both of you
  • he knows perfectly that if he gets caught the members would never stop bothering him u know
  • but that day he was feeling really clingy, more than he normally is
  • he would constantly hug you and kiss your cheeks and lips and jesus christ i feel weAK ALREADY
  • “jagi~~ wanna cudle?”
  • “now? and here?”
  • “yeah, we’re alone and they promised to don’t comeback until a few hours”
  • and you were doubting a lot but his aegyo conviced you
  • “pretty pleeease~~”
  • “uhmm, okay babe”
  • and it was the weirdest thing for you but of course you said yes
  • i mean the most perfect human in the earth is asking you to cuddle duh
  • he grabbed your hand and guide you to his room
  • not always, but sometimes you would love to listen to some quiet music while cuddling
  • and let me tell you that listening his soft voice mumbling the lyrics of the songs in your ear was the most pleasing thing ever
  • the cuddle possicion would always change w him, but this time is him being the big spoon <3
  • so imagine his long arms around your waist
  • and his loving kisses in your neck <3
  • and yeah, why not some hickeys here and there
  • and you would interweave your fingers with his and sometimes place some kisses in his hands
  • “aren’t you even a little worried about the members?”
  • “not at all, i missed having you in my arms so much”
  • he’s so soft and adorable i’m in pain
  • “you’re the best boyfie ever, did you know that?”
  • he would laugh at your cuteness and kept kissing your skin
  • and you’re there suffering because this is just perfect
  • this is probably what being in heaven feels like
  • “say that again in my face so i have a good excuse to kiss you”
  • oh mY GOD I W ANT TO SLAP HIM AND THEN KISS HIM AND THEN CRY
  • you turned around and cupped his face with the most beautiful smile in your face
  • “i don’t deserve you, y/n, you’re too precious”
  • “don’t say that, baby. i’m sure we’re made for each other”
  • you would hug him in silence and just think about how lucky you are
  • he always gets so soft while cuddling
  • he would constatly say the cheesiest things to you like
  • “i love you so much y/n”
  • “you’re so perfect, baby”
  • “you’re my entire world”
  • “i’ll do everything for you, y/n”
  • ew so cheesy
  • lmao, this was literally me in the beggining of the post
  • you would separate from his embrase and look at him one more time before kissing him
  • you peck his warm lips multiple times
  • and everytime the kisses would get more and more pationated
  • and when you were literally making out
  • “ok yeah, i understand you guys love each other a lot and that stuff but i don’t feel like it’s right to do that in the same place where other eIGHT PEOPLE LIVE”
  • ty track is shooketh
  • he would let you go and get soooooooooo nervous lmao
  • “j-johnny! h-hey, my, old friend, d-do you remeber all those times we spended together when we were traines? g-good times”
  • “wow, were you too cuddling? aw that’s cute, w-wait are those red marks in noona’s neck what i think it is? w-where you fuc-”
  • “NO DONGHYUCK WE WEREN’T YOU HAVE NO PERMISSION TO COME TO THIS ROOM FROM NOW ON”
  • “but we are roomates”
  • lmao
  • the members kept teasing him and you for the rest of the month
  • so yeah, lol, what a fail
  • bUT THIS WAS SO FLUFFY I’M RLLY SURPRISED
Off Limits | CHANYEOL

Pairing: Chanyeol (EXO) x Reader

Word Count: 743

Summary: Sisters before misters can hurt. 

** THIS IS A SERIES IN WHICH I WILL RANDOMLY PICK A SONG IN MY PLAYLIST AND WRITE WHATEVER IT INSPIRES ME TO WRITE **

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


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Tequila (Bucky Fluff)

Hi guys! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I promise I will post more. I just wrote this one today and I hope you enjoy. DON’T LET THE TITLE FOOL YOU THIS IS PURE FLUFF I just didn’t know what to call it aka story of my life. It’s for @cute-but-psychoxx who asked for a fic based on Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur. Guys, I love music requests because I love learning new music! Thank you girl! Hope you enjoy. Happy Friday!

Warnings: drinking, throwing up (it’s not very detailed but still)

AU where Bucky and reader are long time friends who live in the same apartment building. 

In Bucky’s point of view- do y’all like this? feedback always welcome!

ALSO OMG THIS PICTURE IS SO CUTE IM CRYING its from pinterest

“Bucky, Bucky, BUCKY NO!!! No-no-noooooo!” (Y/N)’s screams turned into whines as she saw the last of the tequila slip from the bottle and past my lips. She waddled over to me and slammed her hands on my chest, almost knocking both of us on the floor.

I struggled to keep my balance and swallowed harshly. “What?! I saved you a sip!” I was surprised at how my words slurred, I didn’t think I was that drunk.

I held the bottle out to her which contained just enough liquor to cover the bottom rim. “How generous of you,” she said as she tipped her head back and finished off the bottle. With a victory screech, she tossed the empty glass on the couch and slung her arm around my shoulders. I could feel the devilish smirk on my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist and dipped her in front of me. Her mouth fell into a wide smile and her bright laugh sent a rush through my veins.

A loud knock on the door made us both freeze. 

“Just ignore it, they’ll go away,” she whispered, her boozy breath fanning over my face. 

As we waited for a sign telling us the knocker had left, I couldn’t stop myself from studying her face. Maybe it was the tequila, or the early morning hour, or the angle I was holding her in, but her lips looked more inviting than usual. Like little cushions that would catch mine if they were to fall. 

Another loud knock made me toss her onto the sofa and walk over to the door. It’s the tequila talking, I thought.

I opened the door to see a very grumpy Mr. Peterson on the other side. The harsh light from the hallway seemed to make his wrinkles double in size. “I understand that you two are having fun, but it is very late, son.”

“Sorry, Mr. Peterson-”

“Mr. P!” (Y/N) yelled from her spot on the sofa. “Do you have any tequila we can borrow? We ran out-”

“We’ll keep it down, Mr. Peterson,” I said closing the door and quietly locking it.

“Well, does he have-” she started.

“Shhhhhh,” I warned, as I sat in the chair closest to her.

“Does he have any tequila we can borrow?” She whispered with her eyes closed and her wrist draped over her forehead. 

“I think we’ve both had enough,” I chuckled, making my words slur even more.

She hummed in agreement and we sat in silence. The kind of comfortable, empty mind silence that only happens when your drunk. 

I don’t know how much time had passed when a loud thump startled me from my non thinking. Her foot had fallen onto the floor and shortly after, her hand landed on my thigh.

“The world is spinning not like on its axis spinning because it’s always actually spinning and we can’t feel it but the world is spinning like I can feel it spinning like I have the spins spinning,” she rambled. 

She groaned loudly until her eyes shot open and her grip tightened on my leg. She got up too fast, sending her spiraling off the couch and onto the floor. I was amazed at how fast she got herself up and ran into the bathroom. My brain finally caught up when I heard the familiar sound of echoed coughing.

“Oh, (Y/N),” I groaned in pity. I shouldn’t have let her drink that much. I stumbled to the bathroom, water bottle and wet towel in hand and knelt by her side. Without my permission, my fingers were drawing patterns into her sleeveless top and messily braiding her hair away from her face like my sisters taught me to do.

My stomach was raging against me, I felt so awful. But then she was laughing.

“I always ruin these kinds of things, huh?” she said over her shoulder. Somehow, her eyes were twinkling and her smile was wide. 

“Yeah,” I joked, handing her the wet cloth and leaning my back up against the tub. 

Once she had cleaned herself up, she chuckled and smacked my shoulder. I winced at the sound of her raw voice. She sighed and situated herself between my legs. “Sorry I’m gross,” she said, leaning against my chest. 

“Not any more gross than usual,” I said, pulling her closer so her legs draped over mine and her head leaned on my shoulder. I felt her laughing against he crook of my neck.

She placed her hand on my chest and rubbed her thumb back and forth. Her movements were so gentle and soft, I could hardly feel them, but she sent me soaring.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? Sleep on the couch?”

“Nah,” I said. “I can make the trek upstairs. And you should get some rest.” I pulled her hair from her shoulders and gently unwound the messy braid down her back. She sighed and I felt her eyelashes brush against my neck as her eyes closed. 

“Okay. In a minute,” she said.

I continued to play with the ends of her hair while my mind drifted. I could no longer feel any tingling in my limbs and my head wasn’t spinning anymore. I tightened my arms around her as her breathing slowed and deepened and her hand limply fell from my chest.

I had no clue what time it was, but I felt sleep tugging at my eyes. I finally settled for sleeping on the bathroom floor and let my chin rest on (Y/N)’s head as I closed my eyes and tried to figure out when I started falling in love with my best friend.

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Actor taehyung is cold and tsundere and has a huge fanbase but how could he not being tall,tan and handsome but with tattoos and amazing acting skills and but here is beauty guru yoongi breaking gender roles with his long hair and beat makeup and sometimes he wears dresses and everyone is so blessed and one day at a event they both are attending yoongi slips on the stairs cause he is wearing a long stain dress and heels and falls into taehyung arms and it’s lowkey love a…….first site and people are lowkey shook because tae only friends are famous idol and dancer jikook and that is and yoongi is kind of a social butterfly and they tease everyone about their relationship and yoongi doing videos and all you here is this deep voice in the background and posts snapchats of tae gripping his thigh cause that is his rose tattoo on the back of his hand showing and postingon instagram someone sucking hickeys on his neck with some lovesick caption ab………. and is that taehyung new lavender hair…….


OH MY GOD I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START LIKE THIS HAS EVERY ONE OF MY WEAKNESSES KJDSGHALSHDSALGHKGSD!!

Taehyung is highkey greasy as fuck and flirty when Yoongi trips on his dress he manages to land in Taehyung’s arms and the first thing Taehyung does is smirk and let out a very playful “Looks like you fell for me.” followed by an eyebrow wiggle that makes Yoongi himself giggle. 

“I guess i did.” 

Yoongi bats his long lashes at Taehyung as the actor helps him stand up straight and when Taehyung looks he sees one of the straps on Yoongi’s heel;s have come loose so he bends down and fixes it but also lets his fingers brush against Yoongi’s leg pulling a loving shiver from the pretty pale boy. It just makes Taehyung look smug as fuck as everyone watches them because Yoongi is literally so fucking beautiful every SHOULD be looking at him. 

Taehyung pulls Yoongi closer to him once he stands back up straight and  keeps his arm wrapped firmly around Yoongi’s waist as they walk over to a table because he really can’t let this beautiful boy leave without getting his number. He’s a total gentleman pulling Yoongi’s chair out for him and leaving everyone shocked because Kim Taehyung is literally the most mysterious person ever yet there he is spoiling Min Yoongi of all people. 

That night ends with Yoongi leaving a bright red  kiss mark on Taehyung’s cheek and a paper with his number in Taehyung’s suit jacket. 


They don’t really mean to show off. Or at least Yoongi doesn’t mean too but it kind of happens. He’s very active on social media as that’s what got him his popularity so it’s normal for him to post on Snapchat and talk to his “babies” as he calls his fans. One day though, when he post, it’s a video and it’s dark outside but you can definitely see Yoongi’s thigh on display from the short shorts he’s wearing and the camera totally moves to show the tattooed hand gripping the leg his has on display before Yoongi lowers one of his own hands to interlock with the one holding his thigh and he laughs. 

“Aren’t my new nails pretty?” 

OF COURSE PEOPLE FREAK OUT BECAUSE THAT IS TAEHYUNG’S TATTOOED HAND HOLDING ONTO HIS THIGH!!!!


He also happens to post a new picture on instagram and like in the picture there’s shirtless guy with lavender hair SITTING against a bathroom counter and Yoongi is hugging him so his face is displayed in the mirror but the lavender haired guy’s isn’t and Yoongi has his fingers in the guy’s hair and the guy has his face buried in Yoongi’s neck and holding onto Yoongi’s hips. 

At first no one knows who it is but then a Taehyung fan notices the wings the guy has tattooed on his back match Taehyung’s and there are also scratches on the guy’s back and the closer people look they can see hickies on Yoongi’s shoulder and yeah the internet freaks the fuck out because TAEGI IS FUCKING IN FAM!!

Yoongi just captions the picture with a very cheeky “This kitty has claws.” because Yoongi is also known for his long nails. 

Taehyung too post from time to time and like everyone is seriously questioning what is going on between them so finally Taehyung shows up to an award show with Yoongi dressed damn sexy on his arm and like when a reporter ask what is happening between them Taehyung just smirks and grabs Yoongi’s ass and kisses him. Yoongi blushes but loves it like YASSS TAEHYUNG YASS BABY GRAB THAT ASS. 

They make headlines and Yoongi is a happy spoiled prince for his boyfriend~~

Who is in Control - Part 9 (NSFW)

Word counting: 1800+
Chapter Summary: You take Patrick to a club and Bucky doesn’t leave your mind. Later that night, he starts some action.
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader; OMC x Mutant!Reader
Present characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Patrick O’Malley (OMC) , J.A.R.V.I.S.
Chapter: 8/??
Chapter name: A fancy toy
Warnings: So much sex tension, oh my… NSFW. Fingering. Dirty talk. Finally some action.

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At the mention of the name “Stark” the bouncer opened the doors for the two and the music boomed into their ears. Y/N had realised this perk when she went to college, and it was still a surprise to be so welcomed into so many places.

‘Who wouldn’t want a Stark to go to their club?’ She remembered Tony telling her in one of their conversations.

Patrick seemed familiar with the environment and he didn’t hesitate to encourage Y/N to dance when they were by the dance floor. She was close enough to feel the warmth of his body and realise his desire to pull her closer. A part of the woman wanted to throw herself into his arms without regarding the consequences.

The other part couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky and his eyes.

“Do you want a drink?” He offered and she quickly refused.

Y/N rarely gave herself the luxury of drinking. She couldn’t access her powers if her blood alcohol level was above a certain point and that still made her too paranoid.

She walked next to Patrick towards the bar and watched him down two shots of vodka without taking a breath.

“I don’t think vodka will run out if you don’t slow down a bit.” She laughed.

“I need a little liquid courage.” He chuckled nervously.

“Why would you…“ She started to ask, but he interrupted her.

Patrick’s body pressed up against Y/N’s in a second and soon enough their mouths battled for the control out of the impulsive kiss. Unlike his timid appearance, Patrick had firm and dominating hands; It wasn’t long before she surrendered to him and he guided her body to one of the dark walls.

His calloused hands, probably full of scars, ran to her hair, grabbing it while a chill ran up her back. When their lips parted, he just bent down to kiss her neck, rubbing his beard on her skin along the way.

When Y/N opened her eyes, her heart jumped noticing the distant body staring at them a few feet away. They bent as if it was ready to attack one of the two at any time.

She touched Patrick’s shoulders as a warning, but the figure vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Still, her body went into a defensive mode and she held him for a moment.

"I think it’s time to go”.

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Safe

Donald Pierce x Reader

Warnings: None

Note: SOrry this really sucks. 

Summary: Soft Donald Pierce, and feels. That’s all you need to know. 

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Legitimate Business - Part 2

Juice started to keep a tally. After his first encounter with (Y/N), Juice had jammed the bedroom window, hoping she’d not be able to fix it herself and had to call. She hadn’t been able to, and the next day he came out after working with Teller-Morrow to fix it.

Along with the jammed the window, he’d loosened the shower head, even “accidentally” busted through some wall plaster that he’d noticed was weak during a particularly rough but fun bout of love-making.
There was also actual repair work that (Y/N) had called him in for. The apartment was older and hadn’t been well kept. The doors were coming away from their hinges, needing new ones. Paint was chipped, skirting boards needing to be nailed back down, cupboard doors coming off.
Juice’s boss and the club didn’t seem to care, as long as he was getting paid for the work, Juice could go back as many times as he was called.
It had gotten to a point where (Y/N) was calling Juice directly to come and fix the things that were broken, and he would call in after work with the club or the garage.

”You know you’re a whore, right?” Jax asked one night, as the boys sat around the bar.
”What?” Juice exclaimed, swigging from his beer.
”She’s paying you for sex. You’re a straight up hoe.” Jax smirked, everyone laughing.
”She’s paying the company for the work that I do. The sex is free. It’s a bonus.” Juice argued, smiling all the while.
”Better than what I’m getting. I’m at the retirement home this week, and I tell you, little old ladies are just as frisky as any 20 year old.” Kozik sighed.
”I’m running outta shit to break so I can come back and fix it.” Juice said, shaking his head.
”Just ask her out, man! She’s obviously in to you.” Jax said.
”What if she’s just in to the sex, I was just there at the right time and place?”
”Does she kick you out of the house right after?” Opie asked, going behind the bar for more drinks.
”Nah, we usually hang out, talk. Sometimes if it’s after work, we order food and watch TV.”
”So, what you’re saying is, you’re dating.”
”Well… Not officially. I mean we haven’t been out, and we haven’t even talked about it.” Juice said, not sure how to broach the subject with (Y/N). He didn’t want to freak her out if she was just wanting a friends with benefits thing.
”You’re overthinking it. Just ask her.” Kozik advised.
Juice nodded, and distracted himself with Kozik’s story about one particularly lewd grandma.

***

Juice was back at (Y/N)’s on Saturday afternoon. The headboard, which Juice had regrettably made sure was secure, had come away from the wall in one of the corners. Juice ran through the list of repairs that he’d had to do by his own hand, and knew that he hadn’t tampered with the board, nor did it get broken in any of the romps they’d had.
Looking at the screw, there was damage around the head, like something that wasn’t meant to be used as a screwdriver had been taken to it.
Juice happened to look down, and saw on the bedside table a butterknife, the tip looking a little worse for wear. He wondered if this was the work of (Y/N).
As he drilled, he heard music blasting from down in the kitchen. It wasn’t uncommon, (Y/N) tended to like music on. When he was done, he heard an odd banging noise, not part of the song that was playing.
Walking in to the kitchen, he saw (Y/N) yanking at a cupboard door, pulling down on it, weakening the hinge.
Juice leant on the counter, amused look on his face. She hadn’t noticed him come in.
“Come on, break, damn it!” (Y/N) muttered, giving one final yank. It wouldn’t budge.
“I fixed that one last time I was here.”
“Shit, no wonder I couldn’t get it. I thought it was the one in the other corner…” (Y/N) turned and gasped, seeing Juice watching her. She had completely outted herself to him without realising.
“You’ve been breaking stuff? To get me to come back?”
(Y/N) could barely look him in the eye. She fumbled through her words, before confessing.
“Yeah, well, I… like you. That’s why I asked you to stay for dinner the other night. I didn’t wanna freak you out in case this was just a sex thing for you, so, I started breaking stuff, figuring I’d get the guts to ask you at some point while you were here.”
Juice chuckled, moving around the bench to stand in front of her. He put his hands on her waist, picking her up and sitting her on the counter. Spreading her legs, he stood between them, holding her face in his hands.
“Since we’re confessing, I loosened your shower head and jammed your window.” He brought his lips down to hers, kissing her quickly before she moved her head back.
“Wait, you’ve been breaking stuff to come back?”
Juice nodded, kissing her again, longer this time.
“I unscrewed the headboard.”
“I found the knife.” Juice grinned, kissing her again. “I broke the wall on purpose, the other night.”
“The sliding door to the balcony may have had some help coming off it’s tracks.”
Their kisses became more intense before (Y/N) put a hand to his chest, pushing Juice back a little.
“Just so we’re clear, what are we doing? This is great, don’t get me wrong, but we’re gonna run out of things to break, short of bringing in a full construction crew.”
Juice smiled, brushing some hair back from her face.
“I wanna take you out. Hang out, here, my place, wherever. I want you to meet my friends, come to our parties. Hold your hand, kiss you. I’d like to keep having sex too, but ya know, the other stuff as well.”
“So, a relationship.”
“Yeah, but it’s not as romantic when you say it like that. Is that what you want?”
(Y/N) placed a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back in again.
“Yes.”
Juice kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her. He picked her up again, walking over to her dining room table and pulling out a chair.
“No, wait! I undid some of the screws on that one. Was gonna get you to fix it for me. Use the other one.”
“Are you sure? You forgot which cupboard door you’d broken.” Juice mocked, grin on his face.
(Y/N) playfully smacked him on the shoulder.
“You make a good point, though. Maybe just use the couch.”
They moved to the living room, Juice easing down on to the couch. They kissed and groped for a while, taking their time removing their clothes.
“There’s a party tonight. Come with me?”
(Y/N) stopped. “Oh, um, sure. Is there a dress code?”
Juice sensed she was a bit worried, maybe even upset that their first date wouldn’t be just the two of them.
“Just something cute. We’ll go to dinner before. Or we can just blow the party off completely and just do dinner. Whatever you want.”
(Y/N) smiled. “No, I wanna go to the party. Should we go get dinner now?”
Juice looked at the clock on the wall.
“S’only five, we got time.”

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