i had nothing against you before that

Would you believe this was inspired by the beginning of Shrek? Yes. Because it’s the same.


“Next!”

Stiles dragged his feet a bit as Hilda tugged him forward in line. He was chained up and surrounded by guards, probably about to be sold into slavery, but he still wasn’t going to make this easy for the old broad.

He’d been buying her produce for years, and this was how she repaid him? Selling him to the king for some supernatural creature bounty? No. He was going to make this as difficult as possible.

She glared her beady little eyes at him, dug her sharp nails into his arm a bit more, and shoved him forward another lurching step. The fae at the front of the line was deemed worth twenty pounds, ten shillings and hauled off by knights in armor.

“Next!”

A hellhound was dragged forward in an iron collar.

“I will give you money if you just let me go,” Stiles whispered, he wasn’t above bargaining, but Hilda ignored him. He didn’t have much, but it was probably more than she’d get from these chumps. “Six shillings, right now.”

Hilda rolled her eyes and tugged him forward by the chain looped around his wrists. The hellhound was appraised and hauled off into the back of a closed wagon. It was no doubt magically reinforced; Stiles could still hear it snarling violently, but it wasn’t breaking through the old rickety wooden sides.

“Next!”

“Ten shillings,” Stiles continued, “right as soon as I can get to the bank. Twenty, even! Three pounds!”

Hilda gave him a withering look. “You don’t have that kind of money. Now shut up.” She yanked on his chain and both wrists burned as the iron manacles scraped against the already raw skin. The iron was bad enough without all of the jerking around.

Another supernatural creature was carried off to the wagon—this time a nymph—and then it was Stiles’ turn.

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Enemies to Lovers meme

WARNING: Some phrases are toxic and can be taken as possessive behavior!

  • “This changes nothing… I’m still me, even if I’m with you.”
  • “That kiss… did you really mean it?”
  • “No one has to know about us, I know this could ruin you.”
  • “Yes, I love you, but I can’t ignore everything you did in the past.”
  • “Listen. We have to move on. Past is past, what we have now is everything.”
  • “Are you messing with me, because if you didn’t mean what you said, I will kill you.”
  • “Was that ‘just a fuck?’ I don’t think so.”
  • “You don’t have to say you love me. No one means it anyway.”
  • “Just let me love you, and you can pretend to love me. I don’t mind.”
  • “Don’t leave me now, I can’t bare it. We can go back to hating each other if it makes it easier, just don’t leave me.”
  • “I don’t expect you to change. I don’t want you to.”
  • “People will talk. Let them. Their opinions mean nothing to me.”
  • “It’s us against the world now, isn’t it?”
  • “Every time you kiss someone else, you’ll be thinking of me, I know it.”
  • “If fighting tells a person’s true nature, than no one knows you better than me.”
  • “If anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll break their every finger.”
  • “Nothing like years of unbridled hatred to make for the best sex you ever had.”
  • “I’ve wanted you for so long, I could never say before.”
  • “I can’t go back to the way things were before, being with you changed everything.”
  • “We can pretend that nothing happened last night,  but it did. And now we have a choice to make.”
  • “You know every time you made me angry, I fantasized about you… “
  • “I don’t regret one single moment, not one. It led me to you.”
  • “I guess this means we belong to each other now, hm?”
  • “If anyone tries to talk me out of this, I won’t hear them. I promise.”
  • “Are you sure you want this? There’s no going back now.”
  • “If you break my heart, I will deny everything and erase you.”
  • “This may be the worst decision I ever made, I don’t know. But we have to see if we can work.”
bad | 06

He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by jjks

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, angst(?), badboy!au

WORDS: 5 125

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.

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Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

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“Andrew, are you my boyfriend?” Neil asked.

Without actually meaning to, he’d been paying (probably) too much attention to the way the press referred to Dan and Matt sometimes – the way “captain Dan Wilds” was sometimes “Matt Boyd’s girlfriend,” or how sometimes people speculated about “Nicky Hemmick’s boyfriend from Germany.” And when it came to him and Andrew, Neil didn’t care about labels, not really, or about what people thought they were to each other. Truthfully, Neil knew that boyfriend wasn’t a sufficient enough term for their relationship, but it didn’t hurt to tease Andrew once in every while.

“I am your nothing,” Andrew said, as Neil had expected he would. He was on the couch, legs pulled up close to his chest with a book balanced on his thighs.

From his spot on the other end of the sofa, Neil said, “A rare occasion when you’re wrong,” and bit back his smile. Twisting Andrew’s own words against him was one of Neil’s favorite pasttimes. “I am your nothing.”

When Andrew said nothing, Neil nudged him with his toes. Andrew responded with a bored glance before focusing back on his book. Neil crawled the small space between them and let his head lean against Andrew’s shoulder.

I am you nothing, and you are my everything,” Neil said, knowing Andrew was listening. “You are my team, you are my family, you are my home. And you’re also my boyfriend.”

A hand turned Neil’s face towards Andrew’s, and Andrew’s golden eyes were… steady. Searching. “You,” he said, “are everything.”

And Neil knew it was true. It would always be true.

Mr. Min - Chapter 06

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 26,321 

A/N: I’m so sorry.  I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore.  Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.  

And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth.  I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 

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You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 2

Part 1

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Growing up, people told Y/n that you could die from a broken heart—that the stress on your heart strings could weaken, and all that’s left is the pain in your chest.

Y/n thought her heart would fail her, rupture all that’s left of her and leave her body to decompose. She believed that, if her broken heart wasn’t going to kill her, loneliness and lack of sleep would push her towards her end.

Moving on—something that seemed so simple yet so impossible for Y/n to do.

When the hurt in her chest and the hallucinations from exhaustion started to become too much for her to handle, she was willing to do anything to help herself. She started taking up yoga sessions, started writing music, even started cooking in an attempt to bring herself back from whatever hell she was in.

She even considered moving on; meeting a man at a bar and getting to know more about him rather than his drink order. But something seemed so wrong about that—something was unsettled inside of her at the thought of being with someone who wasn’t Harry.

The image of Jessica in Harry and Y/n’s t-shirt was enough to haunt her nearly every hour of the day. She started going mental, constantly wondering what they were doing together in the moments she was most vulnerable. She wondered about their love life, their future, their interests. She thought about everything.

It wasn’t until Gabby was determined to mend the broken girl raiding her house, finding any possible excuse to give her a sense of life again, that Y/n found the slightest bit of hope.

Y/n was losing it, entirely, and Gabby refused to continue being a bystander.

Gabby had set Y/n up on a blind date only a couple weeks back, practically begging her to seize every opportunity she possibly can to get over Harry. It was all Gabby could do to help her, considering nothing quite helped Y/n’s well-being since the breakup.


“Oh, he’s just so perfect!” Gabby squealed, clapping her hands before gripping tightly around Y/n’s wrists in excitement. “He’s gorgeous! Amazing blue eyes—breathtaking, really! And he’s so sweet, Y/n! I haven’t met a single person who’s disliked him and he’s such an amazing photographer! And his teeth! His teeth are marvelous! Do you know how hard it is nowadays to find a man with nice teeth? I mean—“

By then, Y/n had dozed off, and it wasn’t for any personal reason against Gabby; she’s appreciated every bit of hard work to help her through the heartbreak Y/n’s been dealing with nearly half of a year now. It’s just that she wasn’t ready to move on, not that she didn’t want to.

It had been nearly five months, which may seem like such an abundance of time to rid feelings for somebody, but did time really help moving on from someone she’d planned to spend the rest of her life with? It seemed nearly impossible. She could barely see herself looking at other men in a romantic sense, how could she see herself going on a date with somebody? Especially when she was still in love with somebody else?

She was biting the bullet with letting time heal her, but she felt that was the only way. Nothing more could help her. If anything, she believed dating would make it worse, if she were being honest.

But the look of excitement Gabby had at the mere thought of Y/n being happy again was something Y/n found nearly impossible to resist. Besides, she had definitely been overstaying her welcome at Gabby’s house no matter how much Gabby’s tried to deny it and has put so much stress onto her that maybe, just maybe, doing this one favor for all that she’s done for her.

“So, what do you say?”

Y/n blinked harshly when Gabby’s voice drowned out all the scrambled thoughts in her head, shaking her head slightly to regain her understanding of reality.

“What?”

“Monmouth Coffee Shop at noon tomorrow. Dan really wants to meet you, Y/n! Please!”

Y/n’s eyes widened, snapping her head up to meet Gabby’s hopeful eyes.

“The Monmouth?! Are you crazy?! That’s Harry’s favorite coffee shop, you know that! Dan and Harry probably know each other, that’s how much he goes there!”

Gabby’s eyes narrowed as her lips pursed, gaze directing toward the ceiling in thought.

“Harry? Harry who? I don’t remember who that is, never heard that name in my life.”

Her tone reeked with sarcasm, which made Y/n’s eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. As much as she wished Gabby’s negative remarks about Harry were comedic, there was always something about them that infuriated her. She always supposed it was the instinctual aspect of loving someone so much.

Gabby sighed as she reached her hand up to rub Y/n’s shoulder gently.

“Look,” she began, “you’re my best friend and I hate seeing you like this. You’re not the same Y/n I always knew, and I think you see yourself that way, too. And in all honesty, I don’t give a fuck about Harry anymore. As sadistic and twisted as it sounds, I don’t care about his emotions, or how he feels. He did this to you. He killed a part of you and I feel it’s my obligation to help you through this. So, please, go out with Dan tomorrow. He works at Monmouth, he’ll meet you before his shift starts at 1:30.”

Gabby’s arm slid off of Y/n’s shoulder at the shadow of uncertainty behind her eyes. Even though Gabby understood all the pain and hesitation, she didn’t want to see Y/n suffer another day. She just couldn’t.

“Please,” she whimpered, “Dan has been the only sense of hope I’ve gotten to make you happy again. Just do this one thing, please? And if it doesn’t work, then you can blame me. I’m just trying here.”

Y/n coughed slightly, her inability to say no wearing off of her at Gabby’s desperate pleads. It was an opportunity to turn things back around in her life, and if it didn’t go as planned, she really didn’t have anything more to lose.

She nods her head softly.

“Yeah—yeah, okay. I’ll meet him.”

Maybe this would be good for her.


Dan is lovely, always caring for Y/n and making sure she feels like loyalty whenever she’s around. He puts her first, in everything, and made a rule that the date can’t end until I hear you laugh at least six times.

It’s cute, really, how effortless he is at giving someone so much attention. Y/n likes it—loves it, even, but it still never feels right to her. She sees something with him, but nothing long term, not in the way she sees Harry.

But he’s good for her now, when she’s at her worst and needs someone to be there for her. He’s able to provide her with the company she desperately needs in order to cure the possible fatalities that came with her broken heart.

“Thank you for the coffee, it was great.” Y/n smiles softly, her cheeks blushing slightly as she traces the rim of her coffee cup.

It’s nearly their tenth date, and they still meet at the Monmouth at noon before his shift. It’s become a routine for them, meeting together at noon before Dan drops her off at the parking station. It became something they both looked forward to throughout their week, and soon became more of a tradition between them.

Dan grins, almost instinctively wrapping his arms around Y/n’s shoulders so that her head makes rest on his chest. He sighs, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head before resting his chin where his lips once were.

“Of course. I’ll be getting out at around 6 o‘clock so maybe I can stop by for a few? Maybe watch a movie?”

He knows the answer before she says it—his constant attempts to get closer to her always seeming to fail. There’s always a hesitation, or always an excuse to prevent them from being alone together.

He’s well aware that there are parts of her that need to be fixed, still being completely destructed by her ex-lover. He’s tried tirelessly to get her to open up and to trust him, but there’s a thick barrier still in their way of each other. It disheartens him, to know she refuses to let him in.

She sighs, guilt evident in her breath as she softly pushes away from him.

She does that often, he’s noticed it.

She feels horrible for doing so every time. Everything between them has remained stagnant, nothing being built so that nothing could be knocked down. It’s not that Y/n doesn’t trust him, it’s that Y/n doesn’t trust herself. She’s still in love with someone else, and she can’t hurt Dan—not in that way.

“I think I’m just going to—“

“Yeah, I know.” Dan nods, arms moving to cross at his chest, “I get it. Just like every other time.”

Y/n reaches her shaking fingers to brush her hair behind her ear, guilt flashing in her eyes as she refuses to meet his gaze. She’s familiar with the look he has on his face well enough to know he’s upset again, being constantly shut down by her.

“I’m so sorry, Dan.” She whispers, “But I’m trying. I want to keep trying with you. If you let me.”

He looks unconvinced, as he’s been hearing this for a while now. But something inside of him can’t quit her, no matter how much his intuition tells him she’s a dead end. Maybe he feels sorry for her on a level he’s never felt sorrow for somebody else. No matter how much she hides it, she really does need him. Not in a romantic level, but she does need him to show her that he cares for her and that he’ll always be there. She needs that sense of security, and he’s the only one that can provide it for her.

“Yeah,” he nods, “we can keep trying. It’s okay, I’m here for you.“


Harry had been living in his studio for the past couple of weeks. It certainly wasn’t ideal, but it was much better than sleeping on his and Y/n’s bed—alone.

That’s all he’s felt since their break up—lonely. It’s quite strange, considering Harry had millions of supporters, an entire band throughout his solo career, and producers around him nearly every hour of the day. He used to complain that he never had alone time anymore, that between all the constant traveling and being at the peak of his career, it was hard to find time for himself.

But now, in the midst of everything happening in his life, he wishes to feel that sort of hustle again.

Y/n was the person that kept him grounded through everything. She was the one consistency in his life, which gave him all the more reasons to love her. Whenever he was overwhelmed with the pressure put on him, or feeling homesick during his travels, she was always the one to keep him at bay and give him a sense of clarity.

Home hadn’t become a house, instead, Y/n’s heart. Wherever she was, he felt at home. Even when she was half way across the world, it was her voice that brought him back and reminded him that, no matter how much he missed the walls of familiarity, home was always a phone call away. She gave him that sense of comfort everywhere she went, it was truly amazing.

And when he broke up with Y/n, he didn’t think of how much everything around him would be affected. He thought time would do them best—would help mend the relationship that seemed to be collapsing beneath their feet. Their connections were lost, replaces by uncomfortable silences and unbarring arguments.

He didn’t think of the consequences when he did it. He didn’t think about how lost he’d become, or how he had no place to call home, or how there was no consistency in his life anymore. There were so many aspects of his life that Y/n had given him—so much of them that he didn’t realize until she moved out.

It was the exact reason he started dating Jessica. She was a great distraction, a beautiful woman to take his mind off of everything.

They weren’t much of anything. Nothing about them was exclusive besides what the media saw of them: boyfriend and girlfriend moving in together in London. It was far from the truth, really. He was with her to terminate his dry spell and rid his loneliness, and she was with him because he infatuated her.

He ended it all, though, that same morning Y/n found Jessica wearing their shirt. The entire incident gave him a realization; that nobody could fill his void like Y/n did.

The fear of losing her forever and making her believe he was in love with somebody else was enough to break him out of his selfish ways. She had been waiting for him for months, and when he returned, he wasn’t the same man he was.

Not only did Harry know that Y/n lost all her faith in him—he lost all faith in himself, as well.


“I’m so screwed, Nick. I fucked up everything. Everything.”

Harry was laying with his back flat against the studio couch, hands rubbing down his face as he tried to steady his harsh breathing.

It was just after he had run into Y/n at the grocery store, where she had seen Jessica wearing Harry and Y/n’s t-shirt. Although he was practically mute during the encounter, everything hit him at once after Y/n and Gabby walked out.

He called Nick in a hurry, incoherent and completely disoriented from the tears he’d broken down into. Everything he thought would be mended completely fell down on them—all because of him.

“Jessica was wearing the shirt with the—fuck, you know the shirt, and Y/n saw and she was such a mess, Nick. I didn’t even say anything to her, she was practically begging me to say something and I didn’t say a word.”

Nick sat cross-armed on one of the chairs, directly across from Harry. He wished he could have felt remorse seeing Harry in such distress, however, he never agreed with Harry’s actions and made it clear numerous times. In his eyes, this was karma’s ticking time bomb.

“You tend to be a real jackass sometimes, you know that?”

Harry lifted himself up so that he could sit properly. His body slumped against the back of the couch, head rested in his palm as he coughed uncomfortably at Nick’s choice of words.

“You let go of the best thing that’s ever happened to you and then you just move on, as if she meant nothing, and you think you just fucked it all up now? Over the goddamn t-shirt?”

Harry scowled at him.

“I haven’t moved on, and it’s more than just a t-shirt, you know that. That was ours.” Harry defended, glaring over at his direction.

“So why was Jessica wearing it after you fucked her on the bed you and Y/n shared every night for the past three years?”

Something about Nick’s words gave Harry a foul taste in his mouth. As much as he wished Nick didn’t say it in that way, that’s exactly what Harry did, and knowing he had to live with that for the rest of his life made his stomach flip inside of him.

He really did fuck it up. Nothing he did was excusable, nothing he did was forgivable. He betrayed the one woman he loved so dearly—the one woman he’d always consider his soulmate. He really, really fucked it up.

He gulped as he tried to find words to justify himself. There was really nothing he could say.

“She—she had just put it on while I was sleeping and when—when I noticed she just wouldn’t shut up about breakfast and I couldn’t just be like ‘Hey, Jess, could you take off that shirt? That belonged to me and my ex-girlfriend and I don’t appreciate it?’ How could I do that?”

He sighed, leaning his face into the palm of his hands as he looked back onto his experiences with Jessica. Was it all worth it? Was she really worth all of this?

“She means nothing to me, Nick. I lost the girl I love for somebody who doesn’t mean anything to me.” He whispered, “How do I live knowing that?”


It’s nearly two in the afternoon when Harry finally decides to leave his studio. He’s been working on some songs he found himself writing during his free time, something he found therapeutic throughout the past couple of months.

Recording and writing have become the only distractions that seem to work for Harry. Everything else became temporary. Writing out his emotions and singing the words he wishes he could say has been the only sense of closure he’s had in a while.

“Dan! Long time no see!” Harry smiles when he enters Monmouth, a familiar face being something he finds so relieving.

Dan looks up from his register, reaching over the counter to give Harry a hug as he greets him enthusiastically.

“Haven’t seen you in quite a while. On your lunch break?”

Harry nods as his eyes squint, reaching for the back of his neck as he reads over the menu.

“Yeah, kind of in a hurry today if you don’t mind. Can I just get a medium coffee with almond milk, please? And a slice of apple pie, feeling kind of brisk today.”

Dan works his fingers across the cash register, yelling out his order to the barista before making small talk about the weather. Considering Harry hasn’t been seen in Monmouth nearly as much as he used to, they both found it nice to catch up with each other for the short while they’ve been distanced.

When Dan reaches over to give Harry his spare change, an all too familiar silver ring catches his attention immediately. At first glance, he swears his heart stopped beating.

There’s no way, there’s just no way that could be the ring Harry gave to Y/n. Dan and Y/n have never met before, considering she had only visited here a handful of times during Harry’s lunch break. And even then, she would just stand patiently by the door while Harry waited to retrieve his order.

There’s just no way, but the top of the rose has a particular rust on it that resembles Harry’s perfectly—and no matter how long it’s been since he’s seen it, he’ll never forget what it looks like.

Harry’s hand grips onto Dan’s wrist instead of reaching out to grab the spare change laying upon his palm, flipping over his hand to inspect the silver ring snug almost too perfectly around his finger. He’s aggressive, movements harsh and face tight with anger, but at this point in time, the last thing Harry’s worried about is Dan’s slightly intimidated composure.

“Where did you get this?”

Unlike his demeanor, his voice is soft and breaking between each word. There’s an unrecognizable shift in his eyes when he sees the wear and tear Harry knows he caused before gifting it to Y/n. This is most definitely his, and knowing Y/n was the one who gave it to him makes him nearly throw up all the contents in his stomach.

“Girlfriend gave it to me,” Dan smiles “well, not really my girlfriend yet. But you know how they are. I told her I liked it and she insisted I have it.”

Harry swallows the lump in his throat, making him nearly whimper when he opens his mouth to speak.

He’s never felt so much pain before. The breaking that was once only in his heart spread like wildfire across every bone and ligament in his body. It burns, the sudden realization that Y/n has a boyfriend, that Y/n is no longer going to be there—waiting for him—the way he always expected her to be, that Y/n has taken it upon herself to seek revenge on him so that he can feel everything she felt that one Sunday morning at the grocery store.

And it’s then he realizes that this is nothing compared to everything he’s put her through. In his favor, this is just a stupid ring her gave her for her birthday because he loved the way she twisted it around his finger. It didn’t have much value between them, just something small they shared. He couldn’t imagine the hurt he would have now, standing her, if Dan were wearing their Lover t-shirt.

“Wh—What’s her name?”

His voice is in a whisper now, only the slightest bit of hope draining from his body when he hears Dan speak again.

“Y/n. She’s a good girl, you’d like her.”

Harry almost laughs. You’d like her. He has no idea, he’s in love with her.

It’s as if every part of Harry’s body begins to shut down. Maybe it’s from the shock, or the overbearing pain he feels in his chest, but he suddenly begins to feel lightheaded. His muscles turn numb and all his orientation seems to scramble as if he’s intoxicated.

Dan’s eyes narrow when he sees all the color drain from his face, his eyes widened and soaked with tears. He watches as he nearly falls backward, only to balance himself with his foot when he takes a proper step away from the counter.

“Harry? Harry, you alright?”

Never fucking say my name again is the first proper thought that his brain can register. But his throat is tight and his tongue is numb. He attempts to take a breath of air, but he feels like his lungs are collapsing in his chest, preventing him from doing anything besides stumble uncoordinatedly out of the Monmouth doors.

He’s falling apart—that’s exactly what it feels like. He feels like every limb is falling from his body as he walks towards his car. He doesn’t know exactly how he’s moving, even if he’s stumbling on his own two feet and colliding into stranger’s bodies as he does so, he doesn’t understand how his body finds the strength to keep moving.

Y/n moved on. Y/n’s dating Dan. Y/n gave his ring to him. It’s all over, everything is over.

“No” he mumbles frantically, jealously flowing in his veins, chest heaving from the sobs that are threatening to spill out of him, “no, no no no.”

He starts to wonder where he’s missed it, and exactly how long it’s been since Y/n moved on. She was so broken at the grocery store the other week; what could have possibly altered her feelings that quickly? Did Dan really impact her that much?

But that’s his girl. Y/n is his girl, she’s the one he was so sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Even with Jessica, even with everything that’s happened, Y/n is his soulmate, and there isn’t anything in the world that can convince him otherwise.

Nobody is going to take her from him. He refuses to believe she belongs to somebody that isn’t him; there isn’t an atom in his body that doubts their companionship.

Before he thinks twice—before he really gives himself a chance to stop himself—Harry slides his cell phone out of his back pocket once he reaches his car. He slumps against the hood as his fingers work furiously across his screen.

There has to be something, at least some sort of proof that this is really happening to him, that this isn’t in a nightmare he can easily wake himself out of. There had to have been a hint, a warning for him to have. She would have never moved on without saying something to him. They were so strong together, she would have never left without closure.

Nothing about it makes sense.

And then, he sees it.

He falls to his knees, hitting the concrete harshly below him. His body gave out from beneath him, his muscles and bones failing him.

It’s there, right in front of him, mocking him and all the shitty decisions he’s made. It’s there—on Y/n’s private Instagram page—a picture of Dan holding Y/n’s hand on top of a table in Monmouth, Harry’s ring wrapped perfectly around his pointer finger.

Steele rose has never looked so good xx.

BTS Reaction to You Fainting During an Argument

Incognito; how would BTS react if their s/o fainted during a heated argument bc she got too worked up? thanks xx ; reposted

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Jin ➳ “You asshole!” Seokjin’s eyes widened when your eyes fluttered shut and you slowly fell to the ground. He ran to you, shaking you and calling your name in hopes that you’d wake up. He felt like his world stopped, like everything froze and he was all alone and once you woke up, you were greatly confused but you pushed yourself away from him, and he immediately felt remorseful. “Don’t freaking touch me.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Suga ➳ Yoongi was tired of yelling at you, so he flipped you off and began to walk away to avoid digging a deeper grave. “Fuck you!” He heard you scream at him but once he heard a thud on the ground and not the door slamming—his heart stopped. He turned and ran to your fallen form, tears brimming his eyes as he tried to wake you up. 

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered and when your eyes fluttered open after a few long seconds, he embraced you tightly. “I’m sorry.”

Originally posted by ayoyoongi


J-Hope ➳ Hoseok felt horrible when you collapsed during your heated argument. He wished he could beat himself up and go back in time, listening to what you were saying, wishing more than anything he could have stopped being so selfish. He stared at your sleeping form on the bed, too scared to sleep from what had happened; thinking you’d suddenly stop breathing and quickly be ripped away from his grasp. He knew for a fact that he didn’t want to experience that ever again.

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi


RapMonster ➳ You were fuming, your fists clenched at your sides and he couldn’t help but find you cute. He softly chuckled and you got even angrier, raising your tone and shreiking at him until your voice began to grow softer and softer before you fell limp against his chest with a soft thud. Even though you had already woken up and he began to apologize profusely, he was too scared to be close to you — only watching you from afar to make sure nothing bad happened to you again.

Originally posted by oddeye


Jimin “I hate you!” It kept repeating in his head, something you had screamed before you had lost consciousness. Hugging his knees to his chest as he watched you sleep soundly in your shared bed, he was absolutely petrified and was disappointed in himself for having the argument go to such lengths. The way he had gotten jealous over something stupid, saying something to you he’d surely regret as your words repreated within his mind like a mantra. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

A lone tear would fall down his cheek before he whispers, “I don’t deserve you.”

Originally posted by the-rap-man


V ➳ It didn’t register in his mind when you fell, but on instinct he ran and caught you before you collided to the ground as his heart began to bang desperately against his chest. “Fuck,” he’d mutter to himself while trying to wake you up, but when you wouldn’t come to he would burst into tears. “Baby, please, wake up..” He felt stupid as he held you tightly in his arms, he knew how weak your body was and now that you fainted, he knew he wanted to protect you for the rest of his life. “Please,” he sniffled, “I need you.”

Originally posted by kpop-kdrama-kvariety


Jungkook He was terrified when angry expression softened, eyes fluttering shut as he immediately caught you in his arms and called an ambulance. His heart was beating erratically and he choked a sob, assuming he had killed you during your fiery exchange but once you woke up; he would give you multiple mini kisses all over your face as they rolled you onto a gurney, saying “I’m never arguing with you again, from now on..you’re always right.”

Originally posted by taekookie-bts


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A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

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@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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Ecstasy (M)

Plot: Once always ends up meaning over and over again. You had a sinful addiction towards your roommate’s boyfriend, one that really couldn’t be controlled for long.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, highschool au!

Warnings: cheating, oral (receiving), GETTING FUCKED AGAINST THE WALL BY JUNGKOOK, shower sex, (almost) getting caught

Notes: Good girl part 2, ya’ll. Since someone asked for it and I was in the mood. u caught me at a good time, anon. I hope you guys like it. I feel like the quality of my smut had really gone down so like, I”M SO SORRY. 2.5K Words

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Originally posted by dream-bts

Jeon Jungkook was like a drug.

After that one hook-up in your living room, he just kept coming back for more. It was either the excitement of getting caught, or the fact that you gave him so much more pleasure than his girlfriend did.

He was still with Jenna, but at this point, you doubted he even cared about her.

Whenever she would go for parties, he would inform you when she had gotten lost in the crowd, then you would either go over to his place or he would come over to yours.

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OVERCOME (M)

Originally posted by jeonify


GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 


Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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Body Language (One Shot)

A/N: This was a request from @ihavetwobuckystomyname a very long time ago, and I’m super sorry that this took so long to write, hun! I hope you enjoy it! There’s a song that goes to this as well and it’s right here if you wanna listen!

Body Language - Reader and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while, and she’s ready to take the relationship to the next level. But Reader has a small problem: she’s deaf. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf Reader 

Warnings: Smut. Language. Slight mentions of past neglect. Bucky being adorable. NSFW!

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anonymous asked:

stucky is kinda one sided isn't it, like reading your post, obviously some of those are hc but in canon bucky cares a lot about steve, but steve doesn't seem to care much about bucky, i mean he admired bucky when they lived in brooklyn, but he never worried much about him once he was big and had the commandos and the love of his life next to him, bucky died and steve just went on happy with his life, it's kinda sad bc now bucky's the only thing left so hes holding onto him

To quote my hero Ben Wyatt “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Actually it’s going to annoy me if I don’t”

Things Steve Literally Does And Says That Prove This Statement Is Nonsense:

  • Leads a one man rescue mission into an active warzone because he knew Bucky was there, and dead or alive he was taking him out of there
  • Was willing to walk to this location to save Bucky, despite being told Bucky was most likely dead, if that’s what it would take to bring him back. 
  • Was ready to die in a fiery demise, as long as Bucky got out of there safely. 
  • Literally jumped over fiery pits of hell so that Bucky would get out of there alive because Bucky refused to leave without him. Self sacrificing idiots, the pair of them. 
  • Changed his initial stance of “I don’t want to kill anyone, I don’t like bullies” to “I won’t stop until all of Hydra are captured or dead” after Bucky was taken from him as a result of Hydra. 
  • Sat drinking in a bar, even after he realised he couldn’t get drunk, in tears, to numb the pain of him having lost Bucky - he doesn’t even need to say why he’s crying, Peggy immediately knows it was because of Bucky and tries to reassure him it wasn’t his fault.
  • Crashes a fucking plane into the ice. Like this binch could have just given his damn co-ordinates to Peggy, could have been found in days at most. But nah he just wanted to Die. 
  • Goes to an exhibit for himself and stares sadly at footage of himself and Bucky laughing together
  • Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky”
  • “He’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” “I don’t think I can do that” “He might not give you a choice, he doesn’t know you” “He will.”
  • I’m with you till the end of the line” 
  • Was literally ready to let himself be killed before he gave up on Bucky, because he had so much belief that Bucky was in there and would remember him. 
  • Spent 2 years looking for him with Sam. 
  • Went against 117 countries in order to stop Zemo and clear Bucky’s name. 
  • Became a literal fugitive to keep him safe 
  • Natasha: For the record, this is making it worse
    Steve: He’s alive. 
  • Pulled a helicopter out of the sky with his bare hands like…..i don’t even know what else to say, this extra ass fuck literally pulled a helicopter out of the damn sky to keep Bucky safe 

Y’all been watching different movies if you actually think Steve don’t care about Bucky, both their stories are entirely interconnected and entwined, they care about each other equally lmao. 

“Did You Just Stab Me?”

Pairing: Bucky X Mutant!Reader

Words: 1685

Warnings: Sort of angsty. I don’t know what to file this under. I guess some humor?

Summary: “Did you just stab me?”

A/N: This is for @bladebarnes 4K celebration Writing Challenge. CONGRATS DARLING :) :) :) Permanent tag list is closed. Sorry! Bucky tag list is nearly closed. Others are still open so let me know if you want to be tagged and what you want to be tagged in HERE (in anything but the permanent tag list).

Originally posted by wintersthighs

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BTS Reactions To Catching You Pleasuring Yourself

♡Seokjin♡:

Jin thought his ears were playing a trick on him, when he heard the distinct sound of your high pitch moan resonate through the house. He had just been on his way to meet the boys  when he realized that he had forgotten his wallet. He had expected to find you on the couch either talking to a friend, or watching your favourite drama, but was surprised to be met with silence. That was until he heard it. Your moan. He had heard it too many times before to not be able to recognize it. 

He was quiet as he neared the bedroom you two shared, your moans getting louder and louder the closer he got. He could feel himself immediately becoming hard when he heard his name leave your lips in a breathy moan. His lust getting the better of him, he couldn’t stop himself as he pushed the door open. He gave you no time to react to being caught, as he quickly made his way to you, pinning you to the bed. 

Fuck baby, is this what you do when I’m not home?” He whispered into your ear. At the question, you could feel your cheeks flush as you shyly tried to look away, but Jin was having none of that. 

Gently gripping your chin, he turned your head so you’d be looking at him, “am I not satisfying you enough?” However, the question was not posed at you but rather himself. Before you could respond, his lips were already molded to yours. With only thoughts of making you feel good running through his head, his hand caressed down your body to replace where yours had been seconds ago. 

Originally posted by yoongichii

♡Yoongi♡:

You let out a frustrated sigh, as you thought back to the morning.

“Mmm baby,” you heard Yoongi murmur against you, his arm around your waist loosening.

“Hmm?“ You  mumbled, curling more into his chest.  

You were answered by silence. You smiled, as you began wonder if he had fallen back asleep. Before you could turn your head and check for yourself, you felt him press his lips against your bare shoulder. You were wide awake as he continued to kiss along your exposed back. As you felt the hand that had been around your waist begin to slither down in between your thighs, you couldn’t help but wait in anticipation. But nothing came. Instantly, all sensations were gone as the bed dipped and he got up.

You swiveled your head to look at him, "Yoongi what the hell?”

“Sorry Y/N, I have dance practice I can’t be late,” he smirked.

Your eyes narrowed at the memory; because of your teasing boyfriend you had been feeling beyond needy the whole day. However, you refused to play his game.

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You had thought you’d be fine. You had sworn to yourself that you’d be fine, but the effect he had on you was strong. You tentatively turned your head to the side to make sure Yoongi was asleep before you slipped your hand down your pj shorts. 

You were close when you suddenly felt the heat of Yoongi’s intense stare on you. No words were spoken as he moved down your body, his head coming to rest between your thighs. 

“Jagiya, if you were this horny you should’ve just told me,” he smirked.

You were just about to tell him it was his fault when you felt his tongue against you, instantly shutting you up.

Originally posted by cyyphr

♡Hoseok♡:

“Jagiya wake up,” you heard a voice call as they shook you awake.

With your cheeks flushed, your eyes slowly opened to find Hoseok hovering above you. He looked worried.

“Oh thank God. Were you having a nightmare Y/N?” He asked, relieved to finally see you awake. Your tongue practically dried as you recalled very vividly what your dream had been about, or rather who it had been about.

“Uh,” you said awkwardly, “no…why?”

“You were making strange sounds,” he pointed out. With a puzzled look he continued, “well if it wasn’t a nightmare then what w-oh.” He abruptly paused as the realization dawned on his face. You were far too embarrassed to say anything. You couldn’t even look Hoseok straight in the eyes. You bit your lip hoping you could just disappear when you suddenly felt Hoseok press a kiss against your neck. 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he reassured you, “however,” he paused, “I’d like it if you could tell me what it was about.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Your mouth formed words before you could even think, “I-i had been uh…touching myself when you walked in and um you kind of helped me with that.” 

“How?” He asked with blown pupils. You hesitantly looked towards the zipper of his pants. Following your line of vision he understood.

“Would you like me to turn that dream into reality Jagiya?” He whispered into your ear.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

♡Namjoon♡:

If you had asked Namjoon what was going through his mind, when he heard your soft moans coming from the bedroom, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. He wasn’t even sure himself. 

You had been so lost in your own euphoria, that you hadn’t heard the door open. All you know is that you had been in the process of pleasuring yourself when Namjoon suddenly burst through the door. 

Startled, your eyes were wide as you looked at him. The second you saw his face you could feel yourself shrink back. He looked absolutely furious. You watched as he crazily searched your room trying to find something or someone. However, he found nothing making what you had been doing to yourself only moments ago crystal clear.

“Namjoon?” You called questioningly, as you finally understood. You had initially thought that his anger was due to you pleasuring yourself without him, but were slightly hurt as you began to understand what had really upset him.

He ran a hand down his face and you couldn’t help but notice his jaw clenching, “fuck Y/N, I thought-I don’t know what I was thinking-fuck I’m so stupid.” 

“Namjoon do you not trust me?” The hurt on your face instantly sprung him into action as he got on his knees and began apologizing, “I do! Jagiya I do! I’m just stupid okay? You’re so damn perfect, that I can’t help but get worried sometimes.” 

Your eyes softened as you felt the sincerity in his words. You’d forgive him just this time. 

However, when he heard you say nothing he panicked,“Y/N, let me make it up to you.”

Curious you raised an eyebrow at him, “how?”

He looked as if he was in pain as the words left his mouth, "I’ll let you be in charge today.” You nearly laughed at how desperate he was to get you to forgive him. For someone as dominate as Namjoon, letting you have control was crazy. You couldn’t let this opportunity slip by. With an eager smile, you agreed.

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

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Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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Stay With Me

Request: “Draco x reader. They have been dating since third year. Draco wants their first time to be perfect. Very fluffy but smutty too”

Summary: Emotions run wild when the first sign of abuse between Draco and his father appear. He wanted to leave immediately after, so you helped him do just that. When the two of  you arrived back in your dorm, Draco knew that he’d never let you go, whether his father wanted him to or not. You two talked, and it was the kind of talk that persuaded you to take action. Tonight was the night you would lose your virginity to Draco Malfoy, your one and only prince.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,898

Warnings: Smutty. ;)

A/N: This is the first imagine I have written in a long time on here and I’m so sorry for going incognito on all of you. I’ll try and get back on track soon, but for now, enjoy this. ;) love ya’ll! x

The room was silent, air tense and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time you had dinner at the Malfoy Manor, and it surely wasn’t the first time you had harsh insults about you from Lucius Malfoy, but the words never failed to send a pang to your chest every time you heard them.

You had met Draco your first year of Hogwarts, and to say you two hated each other was an understatement. Especially when you had been sorted into Gryffindor.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.

“How dare you talk back to me! I am your father, you listen to me!” Lucius had finally snapped, standing up and wrapping his hand around Draco’s throat. A scream erupted from both Narcissa’s and your mouth as Draco’s body was slammed against the wall.

“Lucius, don’t!” Narcissa screamed, trying to pry Lucius away from his son.

Knowing any words from you would just make the situation worse, you placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder to let him know you were there. He groaned and closed his eyes, his father’s fingers tightening unbearably around his esophagus. There was nothing you nor Draco’s mother could do. Lucius would let go when he wanted to let go.

Moments felt like hours until Lucius finally loosened his grip, Draco’s chest tightening as he took a huge gasp for air, immediately reaching for you. You immediately enveloped him in your arms, knowing something like this highly affected him already. He wanted to leave, you could sense it. So you sent Narcissa a small nod, avoiding Lucius completely, before making your way out of Malfoy Manor and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay, Draco. We’re leaving.” You whispered, caressing his cheek in comfort.

He nodded and watched as you pulled your wand out of your pocket. You waved it in the air, and immediately, you and Draco and had disapparated, reapperating in your dorm room. Draco looked around and spotted the bed, immediately ripping the covers off and snuggling underneath.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention. You looked down, watching him do things you’d never think could feel so good.

Which is exactly why you groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. S-Something that will really pleasure you, but it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling for what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly, wanting to experience the whole package.

Draco took your nod as a yes, and reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you thank the Lord the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. You might have been a virgin, but you were highly skilled in rotating your hips. Draco knew that when he first saw you dance at the winter ball earlier on in the year.

But he never knew you’d be this good.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You the your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. You knew Draco had a good size to him, but the real thing was completely shocking.

Would he even fit inside you?

Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

Earned It - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by bucha-nan


A/N: For you @evanstanimagines​ - Hope you enjoy this. Lord knows I had fun writing this aha. If anyone has any requests or comments please don’t hesitate to comment or PM me :)

Bucky x Reader - Bucky knows you have a tendency to sleep talk. In fact it gives him peace, however this night was full of the opposite.

Warnings: All the smut.

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I just want to sleep

This is just me basically taking out my frustrations on not being able to sleep lately. It’s short and choppy and honestly I feel exactly what the title says. I’m sorry, Lance!

Summary: Basically this is just Lance breaking down in front of Allura after being able to sleep well and everyone except for Keith pushing their chores onto him.

He didn’t really think of it when he had agreed to take on both his and Shiro’s chores for that day.

“I really appreciate it, Lance. I don’t know what’s going on with my arm.” Shiro had glanced at his arm, which had been hanging limply by his side.

“It’s no problem!” Lance had said, except it was a problem. He hadn’t able to get a good night’s rest in over a month; nightmares of Earth and his family plagued him constantly. He had taken to walking around the ship, having memorized Shizo’s patrol schedule fairly quickly to avoid him, Lance’s nightmares shouldn’t on his shoulders too.

Lance had started on Shiro’s chores first, partially through when Pidge had come in, asking Lance to finishes hers so she could look at Shiro’s arm. What right did he have to refuse her request? She had been half way done anyway. He would try to nap once he was done. Except Hunk had asked him to help with his chore due to a culinary idea that had suddenly popped up. The excitement on his best friend’s face was enough to make him agree. He would be done soon, he could take his nap soon. It hadn’t worked out like that.

All he did was take a short rest before going to finish his own chore but Allura had found him sitting against the wall, everyone’s chores but his done. When she had started in on him as he stood up, he felt his eyes burn. It hadn’t been fair. He was doing most of the work, know Keith had already finished his and was in the training room. He just wanted sleep. Why couldn’t he sleep?

“Lance! Are you listening to me?!”

He looked up at her, fists clenched, and lips trembling. “I-I’m sorry.” His voice had cracked so harshly even the princess faltered. “I tried.” He let a sob. “I tried to finish all the chores, but everyone kept asking me to do theirs.” Tears flowed fast, everything catching up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Lance slid to his knees, hands rubbing his face, messily. “I’m so tired though….”

“Lance?” Allura’s voice hesitant as she stepped forward. “Why are you tired?”

He sniffed and looked up at her weakly, the exhaustion showing through. “I can’t sleep… I tried… but I can’t.. I can’t sleep! I just want to sleep! I want the nightmares to stop!” He was fully sobbing now, his entire body shaking from the force. “I just want to sleep again..”

Allura knelt down in front of him, gently taking his hands into hers. “Lance… Lance, look at me. There, that’s it. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll help you.” She pulled the Blue Paladin into her arms, Lance clinging to her tightly as he cried. She ran her finger through his hair with quiet reassurances that everything was going to be okay. Moving them, Allura was now sitting against the same wall she had found Lance against. He was laying on his stomach, arms wrapped around her waist, head on her lap.

“You remind me of my sister…..” Lance muttered into her thigh. “She’s so amazing… really strong, too. She’d hold me all the times I had nightmares….”

Allura hummed softly, “Did you flirt with your sister too?”

“Of course! I flirted with all my brothers and sisters…. It was a family thing..”

Her hand stopped for a moment before continuing to pet him. Her own eyes wet with unshed tears. “I’m honored you think of me as family…. Lance?”

Lance breathed softly against her lap, eyes closed, grip slacking just a bit. Allura gave a small smile before shifting and picking Lance up carefully. Instead of going to his room, she headed to her room, determined that nothing would wake him now. She knew she was hard on them but none of them deserved this. Though, she will be upping the training levels tomorrow for them as she makes Lance rest for the day.

Ten Ways to Say “I love you” - Jim Kirk

Summary: There are a lot of ways to say something without actually saying it.

Warnings: language

A/N: a little long. also if jim kirk called me starlight, i’d probably cry n profess my love right then and there. forgive any n all typos. enjoy it and lemme know what you think! 


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The absurdly bright lights lining the corridors of the Enterprise pricked your eyes— you were forced to squint as your legs carried you. The air pouring through the vents pinched any of your skin that remained unclothed. You flexed and contracted the oddly tired joints in your fingers— you could hear tiny pops and the soft sounds felt like battering rams against your eardrums.

You cursed yourself for two reasons: losing your left boot as the time-consuming search for it resulted in your inability to replicate a much needed mug of coffee, and drinking so much with Leonard the night before. While you accepted the former was entirely your doing, you split the blame on the latter— half of it was your fault, and half was Leonard’s. It’s those stupid puppy eyes, you told yourself.

You leant your shoulder against the transparent wall of the turbolift you solely occupied and crossed your arms over your chest. Your teeth were gritted— as if grinding your teeth to nubs would give you the day off and rid you of the heavy weight crushing your skull.

The doors slid open before your desired deck and you didn’t bother stifling a sigh that carried the weight of two starships. You dropped your gaze to glare at your scuffed boots rather than subject the new lift patron to your scowl and dagger eyes.

“Rough night?”

You lifted your head at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. You frowned immediately and nodded twice. “Bones and I had paperwork.”

“What would you say the ratio was this time?” he asked, his crossed arms rumpling the command gold fabric that was firmly stretched over his chest. He was smiling slightly in amusement as he took in your appearance— messy hair, half-zipped left boot, heavy lidded eyes.

You shrugged and eyed the ceramic mug in his hands. You could have moaned at the smell steaming out of it. “I’d say about two charts to one glass.”

“How many charts in total?”

“Fourteen each,” you winced at the revelation and took your eyes from Jim’s when the amusement painted his features red.

Seven glasses of whiskey in one sitting,” he said with a laugh. “No wonder you look like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How dare you! I look adorable— like a celebrity running errands.”

“‘Cept you’re about to start an eight-hour shift.”

You sighed so your shoulders slumped. “My rough night’s turning into a rough morning— I didn’t even have time to replicate coffee because of my stupid missing boot.”

Jim glanced down at his mug and thrust it in your direction without thinking twice. “Take mine.

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