i have a pair of sheer black ones

melissa-2894  asked:

Whatever you want... Surprise me 😏😏😏🔥/☁

Okay so jikook and yoonseok~

Jikook:

Pink Lemonades, Tattoos And I Love You’s

  • Jimin had his summer all planned out, until he was forced to go to his grand mother’s house in Busan. He thought his summer was going to be boring and long, until he met Jeon Jungkook.

The bet

  • Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester. Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

a touch of sin (this is my fav jikook fic~)

  • After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead. 

Riptide

  • Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he’s signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn’t expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin. It’s then Jungkook realizes that there’s more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself.
  • A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

won’t say I’m in love

  • Jimin’s there in a flash, because of course he is, he always is. Spinning around on his heel and reeling Jeongguk in with an arm around his neck. 

House of cards

  • Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.
  • “You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”

dark water 

  • Jungkook disappears into the water one day. A different, new Jungkook comes out.
  • “A demon?” He repeats. “Couldn’t be farther from the truth. Demons can’t possess humans for more than a week.”
  • “Then what are you?” Jimin asks desperately, “Why the hell are you in Jungkook’s body?”
  • Not-Jungkook was looking increasingly petulant now. “I’m still Jungkook. Just… improved.”

thirst (I usually don’t read vampire fics but this is just amazing)

Nobody knew that the reason why Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Golden Maknae was so Golden was because he wasn’t exactly human.”

Jungkook has successfully kept his condition under control for many years, until a certain someone’s scent suddenly becomes too overwhelming for him to ignore.

As he begins to lose the firm grip he has on his instincts, the safe and happy world he has built for himself with Bangtan begins to crumble, and he doesn’t know if he has what it takes to keep it together.


Yoonseok:

often a sweetness

  • the “you need a plus-one for your sister’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re dating” au 

24 hours

  • yoongi meets hoseok in a 24 hour laundromat the night after moving to seoul 

Let’s Try and Try Again (currently reading and I’m in love)

  • Hoseok and Yoongi are childhood friends who have always found comfort in one another. Soon Yoongi’s past, and Hoseok’s present causes conflict for the pair. 

If this is love

  • Sleepy eyes and silver hair, chapped lips and pale skin, shivering hands and a raspy voice.
  • “Please,” he croaks, and he’s shaking, a sheer black top and tight jeans useless against the chill of a winter night. “Please, I- I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”
  • “No.”
  • Hoseok tries not to feel too guilty as he says it.

Underneath the Starless Nights (absolute fav)

  • Hoseok is in love and doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

I hope you enjoy them~

anonymous asked:

You make lingerie from Jeffersons lace and sheer fabric scraps. "Darling, have you seen the last of the black lace I was using a few days ago?" "Hmmm I think I have..." you kneel in front of him in just a pair of panties made from the lace in question. Within minutes you were riding him hard with him holding your panties to one side. Jefferson would cum hard after you, slipping himself out of your tender core and smooth the lace back into place feeling them soak with both your juices.

I’m just gonna go faint now

Moaning Monday™

A nightmare or a pleasant dream?

Originally posted by wintaery

BTS AU  ( Psychotherapist!Taehyung )

One shot 

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “Can you please write bts scenario ( Psihotherapst!Taehyung ) where (y/n) is his doctor and Taehyung is the patient with mental disorder & stuff ( like he’s the psycho). Thank you and can’t wait , I know you’ll do good at this. 

A/N: Sorry it took me so so so long to do this anony, I hope you aren’t too mad.I couldn’t keep myself from adding a plot twist at the end.It is kind of short.I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made.

Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story, Taehyung ISN’T actually crazy in here.There are creatures that are troubling him.I am really sorry if I made you feel disturbed in anyway.Thank you for readying.

Word count:  1,567

Warnings: Killing intend and mention of blood. 


  Your job wasn’t easy, it wasn’t something anyone could do.People came into your office everyday wanting to share their stories and problems with you.As they were leaving, their hearts were light as feathers, but yours wasn’t, you had to bear all of the troubles other people had.That was the job of a psychotherapist.

  Every single one of your patients was unique in his or her own way, but there was one particular man who was special.He had you in his grasp the moment he first step foot in your office.His hair light brown, eyes a deep creamy dark color, he was just angelic, but soon enough you found out the darkness hiding behind his pure looks.

  You were here to help him no matter what was going happen.As you were waiting for him, you were looking through your notes. His name was Kim Taehyung and he had been having nightmares, dreadful once.As you listened to them you could feel the fear in his voice.These dreams were slowly taking over his life, as he was telling you.He had told you that with every visit he was starting to have less and less of these dreams. As you were still looking through his documents, the door opened slowly and you saw him, standing there.

“Ah.”you stood up

“I knocked a couple of times, but you weren’t answering, so I just opened the door.”he said, peeking through it

“It’s ok, come on in.” he closed the door behind himself and laid down on the couch next to your desk “I was thinking of something and totally spaced out for a moment.” you sat next to him ,taking out your pen “So, how have you been feeling this week?”you asked

“To be honest I am feeling so much better than the first time I came here.I still have them from time to time though.” he answered you

“Judging by your voice they are still more or less troubling you.” you wrote something down on the paper that was on your lap

“They are.”he sighed and continued talking “These dreams look so real and they make me what to do things.Things I shouldn’t.”Taehyung looked down at his two trembling arms

“It’s ok.”you placed your hand onto his and placed them gently down ”Tell me what your dream was about.”

“I was walking in some kind of darkness, when I finally found light, I saw creatures coming from the ground, they were trying to get to me.” he started telling you

“And then?”you asked

“I found some kind of knife, I was so happy and without knowing it I started swinging it around.I thought I was killing them, then the light came closer and I saw that they had faces.All my friends and people I hold dear to me.The strangest thing was that….I liked it.” you noticed the growing smile onto his lips.You wrote down everything he told you and them looked at him.

“Have you been having any urges lately?”

“I haven’t had a massive one in a long time, but today I was cutting some food when one of my hyungs came by and reached out to grab something.I accidentally cut his hand and panicked, but suddenly these voices started appearing and telling me all kinds of things. I noticed the blood on the knife and the way he gasped when he got cut. I started having this need to see what will happen if I stab him.” Taehyung was breathing very heavy 

“Did you do it?”you asked even if you already knew the answer 

“No, I suddenly remembered you and let go of the knife immediately.” upon hearing these words you smiled faintly “I don’t know why, but you are like the cure to my illness.”Taehyung’s head looked towards you “ I feel like I can’t live without you.I feel like you are keeping me safe and away from that darkness.”he stood up and started coming closer to you ”I will go mad without you…Y/N.”

  You placed the pen down for a second and touched his lips with your finger “Shhh, everything is ok.”you helped him lay down again “Tell me Taehyung, how do you feel about these dark figures that have been following you in your dreams?Do you really think your mind is showing you the things you want to do?”

“I don’t think so.I love my friends and family.I know that my mind is playing tricks on me, because if those shadows were really the people I hold dear, than I would have seen you too.” he was a very sweet person aside from his problems, someone who was able to steal your heart with such ease.Both of you had feelings for each other, but tried to keep it a secret from the other people.Even if you never told him, he knew and vise versa.

  These dreams have been making him think about murder and all kinds of bad things.Each day he came in ,he was looking worse and worse, until you truly found the source of the problem at hand. The love you felt for this man was driving you crazy, you wanted to help him so much.When he started feeling better and better you started relaxing more. As he kept talking about his dream you saw his body starting to tremble, his words became more and more dark and the breaths he was taking were sharper than usual. You knew that he was starting to go crazy with all the memories he has.These dreams were bringing back sad and painful moments of his life.

 The peak occurred the second he spoke of seeing you disappear and leaving him.Taehyung’s body jumped up and he grabbed his face. “I know it wasn’t true, I know that it wouldn’t happen, but it was so real. I was ready to stab anyone who could have done this. I wanted to kill, to spill his blood.I didn’t know who he was, but I had decided to kill anyone in my path until I found you.” His voice got louder and louder and you decided that you had to do something.

  You stood up and sat on the couch next to him. Gently placing your warm hands onto his trembling shoulders, you pulled his head down to your lap, gently running your hand through his hair to relax him.This worked wonders, Taehyung felt safe in your embrace after all.

“You won’t leave me right?”he asked 

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”he closed his eyes, resting his head onto your thighs

“I feel like I am a wrong person, that I shouldn’t exist. I am a psychopath, I am most afraid of hurting you.” his voice was starting to panic again 

“No matter what happens I will always be here for you Tae. No matter what you might do, you will always find me next to you.” as you were talking to him the room started getting a bit dark, your eyes moved with the shadows as you were speaking to him “You see, there are certain creatures called dream fairies.They aren’t as nice as most people think.They come and consume nightmares.All the dark monsters that are trying to hurt you won’t be able to even touch you, so you should relax.”your hand slowly cupped his cheeks “These fairies come inside your house while you sleep and eat your dreams just by…”you leaned and placed a kiss onto his forehead “Doing this.”In seconds the shadows forming behind you disappeared and the light was restored in the room once more.

“A lot of people call them demons and vampires, ugly creatures that must not exist.They hunt them down and kill them, trying to use their powers for themselves.”

“I think that they are pretty. I don’t believe that they are evil.If there fairies consume nightmares and only leave good dreams than they are doing good.”Taehyung’s eyes moved up to look at you, with a heart warming smile onto his lips he said “You are my dream fairy, my good dream fairy.”he closed his eyes and continued laying onto your lap

“That is right.”you smiled in a very particular way, as you pulled his head gently towards your chest “I am your dream fairy, always by your side.”your eyes moved slowly towards the mirror that was placed in front of you on the wall. The reflection was something even the gods couldn’t expect to happen. The wind that was blowing through the window was letting rain in the closed off room. As Tae was close to it ,you didn’t want him to get wet and so you covered him. A thin shadow appeared over him, one look at the mirror revealed two black sheer wings and a devilish smile, accompanied with a pair of blood red eyes. 

“I will keep those shadows away from you.I won’t let they harm you.”

  If someone had seen you two they would have thought of an angelic woman, being captured by a mad man, but things aren’t always as they seem.For the truth can be seen in this image, that only this mirror will know of. A man as sweet as an angel in the grasp of a demon.He won’t escape, nor will she let him go.Taehyung was there to stay, protected by the same darkness he fears so much, but doesn’t want to leave, as its warm and gentle hands will always pull him back and keep him safe.

ageisia  asked:

Fake dating for the tropes thing please!

How likely am I to write it: Very.  I have already: Fake Engaged, to be exact.  Last chapter of this fic.

How likely am I to write it again: Very very likely

Pairing: Sheith again.  The person wants to arrange a political marriage specifically with the Black Paladin to try and get Voltron under their sway, and they have the influence and resources to make their lives much better.  So Keith steps forward with a ‘you can’t!’ out of sheer impulse, and then has to come up with a reason why and that’s the first one to come to mind.  (Shout out to @projectshirogane for throwing this one out on Twitter yesterday because now I’m obsessed with it)

Just Friends

Anonymous Prompt: Hi there! May I have a dirty Harry imagine where he and I are close friends and we hang out alone one day and fuck? Please make it really detailed and please please I want to give him a blowjob in this imagine..


I storm into Harry’s house, not even bothering to knock anymore. Harry’s on the couch in his sweats, shirtless, hair in a bun, just watching TV. He barely even acknowledges me as I plop down on the couch next to him, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of the bowl laying in his lap.

“You know what sucks?”

“Hmmm?”

“Stupid fucking people,” I spit.

“What happened?” He asks, attention still on the TV.

“My fucking boss came onto me again!” I say angrily.

“Well you are fucking hot,” he snorts, tossing some popcorn into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, it still fucking sucks.” I roll my eyes, mouth full of popcorn as I speak. “Like who the fuck does he think he is telling me ” Your ass looks good in that skirt, Y/N" or “Maybe you should unbutton a few more buttons”??? Seriously, I should file sexual harassment but then I’d probably just get fired,“ I huff, frustrated.

"I could sue him for you,” Harry laughs, knowing full well his legal team could make mincemeat out of my boss.

“No, no, don’t do that,” I laugh.

“Well then, it sounds like you need a drink,” he concludes, slapping his hands on his thighs before handing me the popcorn and getting up.

“Agreed,” I mutter, trying to ignore how low his sweats hang and how, being shirtless, I can admire every muscle of his back as he walks away from me.

We’ve been best friends for years, but no matter how hard I try, it’s impossible for me to completely bury the part of me that wants to spend every waking moment jumping his bones and every sleeping moment wrapped in his arms. I shake my head of filthy and sappy fantasies and focus on the TV as he goes to get me a drink.

I munch on the popcorn and let my mind wander from my asshole boss to my gorgeous best friend and keep myself as quiet as possible. When Harry comes back, he’s mixed me a rum and coke ( my favorite drink) and is having himself a glass of whiskey. He hands me the drink and takes a seat.

“Okay, we need to get your mind off of this. How’s your mum?” He asks randomly.

“She’s good. Working hard taking care of my sister and dad’s getting close to retiring so that’ll be nice for them…” I trail off.

“Good, I’ll have to go see them soon. I miss them all.” He replies.

“Yeah, sis misses you. You always crack her up,” I say, smiling thinking about growing up with Harry and how much my family loves him.

“Yeah she’s a sweetheart. Okay, next. How’s your love life?” Harry asks.

I gasp slightly, somehow shocked by his question. We’ve always been able to talk about our love lives before, but now, it seems strange. I can’t tell if it’s a lack of a love life or just a genuine realization of how perfect that Harry is that is making me want him, more than ever. Either way, I know that I now feel uncomfortable talking about it with him when he’s the one I’m really into.

“Eh,” I manage to say noncommittally.

“Oh, come on! How is it!?” He asks, getting excited in his seat, knowing that I’m hiding something.

“Nonexistent,” I mutter.

“That can’t be true. Who’s got your eye lately? Anyone interesting coming on to you?”

“No, nobody. I have no interest in any of the guys I’ve talked to recently and no one is really expressing any interest either,” I mumble softly.

“Oh come on, you’re gorgeous and wonderful. Someone’s got to see that.”

“Apparently not,” I reply, sipping my drink.

“Then let’s go find someone,” he says, determined.

I look up in shock.

“What do you mean!?”

“Let’s go clubbing! I’m sure we can find a hottie for you there,” he winks.

I roll my eyes and attempt not to giggle.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Why not? I’ll be your wingman and you’ll be my wingwoman,” Harry smiles.

Despite how much I’d love if neither of us needed a wingperson and could just be together, it might be fun to go out with him. I nod quickly and smile up at the now excited Harry. He jumps up, running upstairs to put some real clothes on. I follow him, not wanting to wear work clothes clubbing.

“Harryyyy,” I whine.

“Yeah, love?” Harry calls, walking out of his bathroom, hair now styled down and just boxers hanging on his hips.

“Oh, ummm,” I back peddle in an attempt to focus my thoughts on something other than his perfect abs and light happy trail. “I don’t really want to wear these clothes clubbing…” I say looking down at my businesslike outfit.

“Sure thing, love,” he smiles before walking to his dresser and pulling out a pair of his skinniest black jeans from the bottom drawer. I don’t miss the way his legs stretch and how good his ass looks just clad in black boxers. “These should fit.”

“Mmmmhmm,” I say grabbing the jeans and beginning to wiggle out of my skirt. “And what about my shirt?” I ask.

“Do you really have to wear one?” He smirks.

“Yeeees,” I reply, not ignoring the way his eyes linger on my panty-clad hips as I pull up his skinny jeans with some difficulty.

“How about this?” He asks pulling out a sheer black T-shirt.

“That’ll work,” I reply, catching it as he throws it to me, watching how the muscles in his arm and shoulder work.

I pull off my work blouse, adjusting myself in my bra before pulling the shirt over my head.

“Do I look alright?” I ask.

“Perfect,” he smiles, eyes lingering on my exposed torso as he slides jeans up his long, slender legs.

He nearly falls over as he puts his second leg in the jeans and I can’t help but roll my eyes as I walk into his bathroom. I fix my hair, wetting it a bit to ease the frizz.

When I walk out of the bathroom, Harry’s got his jeans sorted out, and has pulled on a sleek black button down. His body looks long and lean and absolutely delectable. I fight the urge to  lick my lips and smile as I grab my purse off of Harry’s bed and pull out some lipgloss.

“Looking good, Y/N,” he smiles.

“Same to you,” I wink. “Let’s go!”

I jog downstairs quickly, Harry stomping clumsily behind me. I find my way to his car, not even bothering to check if he’s following. I take my place in the passenger seat and he glides in behind me, pulling out of the driveway and driving to the club quickly. I try not to look too nervous as I fiddle with my - I mean Harry’s - jeans in trepidation.

Harry pulls into one of the clubs we used to frequent a couple years back.

“Oh the memories,” I laugh as we get out of the car.

“Remember that time you got plastered and started hitting on a super butch lesbian who you thought was a dude!?” Harry laughs, placing his hand on the small of my back leading me towards the front of the line.

“Shut up,” I spit, but laugh along with him.

We walk straight up to the bouncer and Harry gives him his most charming smile.

“Harry Styles plus one,” he smiles.

“It’s good to see you again Mr. Styles,” the bouncer says politely, letting us in.

“Same to you, sir,” Harry replies, bowing his head respectfully as he leads me in.

We head straight for the bar, each of us taking a shot of tequila before turning to the dance floor.

“See anyone you’re interested in?” Harry asks, squinted eyes scanning the crowd.

“Huh…” I reply unsure what to do. The only person in here I’d even consider getting with is Harry.

“Then you need more shots,” Harry tells me, ordering two more.

I down mine quickly, enjoying the slight burn as the alcohol slides down my throat and sucking intently on the lime. I watch as Harry’s lips wrap around the lime, the green making his lips look even more pink. His pink tongue darts out, swiping the lime juice from his lips and I fight not to kiss him.

Harry grabs my hand and pulls me out to the dancefloor, causing me to laugh out in surprise. He pulls me roughly to him, and I crash into his hard, muscular chest.

“Harry!” I giggle, pushing some hair out of my eyes so I can see him better.

The alcohol has already made his cheeks flush and he just laughs, putting his hands on my hips and holding me close, swinging us back and forth.

“You’re cute,” Harry blurts, his wide green eyes staring at me.

“Yeah, yeah,” I roll my eyes trying not to blush.

“I thought there’d be more hot girls here, but it looks like it’s just you,” he drawls.

“Knock it off! You’re supposed to be helping me find some hot guy to make me forget all my troubles, not using cheesy pickup lines on me!” I smack his arm playfully.

“Don’t wanna,” he laughs, spinning me around and pulling my ass into him. You’d think that after all these years I’d be used to Harry’s flirtatious ways, but as I become more attracted to him, it becomes impossible to not get frazzled. I swing my hips against him, doing some teasing of my own.

“You know, that blonde guy over there is pretty hot,” I lean up and tell him.

“Not even,” he laughs in my ear, the heat of his breath fanning over my skin.

“What about that brunette girl over there for you?” I ask.

“Nah, I prefer mousy brown curls,” he says, running his hand through my hair.

The alcohol has clearly gotten to the two of us, making us even more horny than usual. Our playful platonic dancing has become a bit more heated than expected. I reach up, wrapping my hand around the back of Harry’s neck and holding him close while I grind my ass into him. I try to ignore the obvious growth in his jeans, but can’t help the wetness gathering between my legs. My mind races as I contemplate our years of friendship. Will pushing this mess it up? What if he doesn’t feel the same about me? But what if he does? What if we wake up in the morning and realize we regret everything?

I shake my head, unable to control myself anymore. I turn around, throwing caution to the wind and press my lips against his. I kiss him with abandon and rather than push me away, Harry pulls me close, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entry. I open my lips, savoring the taste of tequila on his lips. After a moment, we both pull away, needing air.

“Fucking finally,” Harry sighs.

“WHAT!?” I shout.

Harry laughs sheepishly, running a hand through his messy hair.

“I’ve only been waiting for you to kiss me for the past 5 years,” he rolls his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” I ask.

“Nope” he says, popping the p.

“Oh my god,” I say before wrapping my arms around him again and kissing him deeply. “Let’s get out of here,” Harry whispers against my lips.

“Fuck yes,” I say, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the club.

“Someone’s eager,” Harry laughs when we get in the car.

“Shut up and drive,” I reply, squirming in my seat.

I reach over to Harry’s thigh, gliding my fingers up and down his lean leg. I feel the way he tenses beneath my fingers and can’t help but smile. Harry reaches down and grabs my hand, holding it in place.

“I need to be able to drive, love. I can’t believe we’re finally going to do this,” he smiles, shaking his head.

“I know! Why didn’t you ever tell me that you were into me?” I ask, incredulous.

“Well…I don’t know…why didn’t you ever tell me!?!” he laughs.

“Good point,” I smile, shaking my head. “Now hurry up. I’m dying over here.”

“You think I’m that hot, do you?” he teases.

“Yes,” I groan. “Just you wait for what I’m going to do to you,” I wink.

“Ughhh, Y/N,” Harry moans. “Why do you do this to me? I can only drive so fast.”

“Well, drive faster,” I smile as I wiggle my hand out of his to move it up to the boner he’s sporting in his super tight jeans.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he repeats as he hits the gas. 

I giggle as I give him a little squeeze, so ready to feel every inch of the monster I know he’s hiding. When he finally pulls into the driveway we both practically run out of the car and into the house. The minute we’re inside, Harry has me pinned to the door and is attacking my neck with lips and teeth. I reach up, wrapping my hands in his hair and moaning into his mouth. He grips my wrists quickly and pins my arms to the wall above my head, his forcefulness making me moan. His teeth grip my earlobe, pulling gently as his hot breath gives me goosebumps.

“Bedroom,” I manage to whisper and Harry nods against me.

He grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs. I stumble a bit and catch myself on his ass.

“Hey there,” Harry chuckles and I give him a squeeze.

We make it up the rest of the stairs in one piece and I drop to my knees immediately after entering the bedroom. I wrap my fingers in his belt loops and pull him close to me.  

“Well, hello,” I smile up at Harry.

His eyes are full of lust, their green darkening as he takes me in. I undo his belt and fly, unable to wipe the smile off of my face as I trace my fingers over the bulge in his underwear. I run my palm over him before I dip my fingers into his waistband and tug. His long cock springs free, bobbing up and down in front of my face.

“Just as perfect as I thought,” I say before wrapping my fist around his thick base.

“Y/N,” he hisses, closing his eyes.

I stare at his long, pink cock, taking in the way it reddens towards the tip and curves slightly to the right. I scratch my fingers through the short patch of pubic hair just above his cock and reach up to cradle his soft balls.

“Oh shit. Please,” Harry moans, begging for my mouth.

“Someone’s eager,” I mock before I kitten lick his tip.

My stomach churns with nervousness and arousal. The salty taste of his tip spurs me on and I take him into my mouth, sucking lightly. I swirl my tongue around him, continuing to fondle his balls.

“Fucking hell,” Harry groans, burying his hands in my hair.

His reaction encourages me to push myself further. I take more of him into my mouth, allowing my saliva to coat his dick, making it easier to pump my hand around the bit of his shaft I am unable to reach. I take him until I can feel him touch the back of my throat and I swallow around his length. He thrusts in response, moaning and tossing his head back. I breathe through my nose as well as I can, smelling his musk and push myself further until I am deepthroating him. He lets out an uncontrolled shout as I moan around him. I pull off and begin bobbing my head on his cock, hollowing my cheeks around him. Hearing his delicious moans and seeing him completely wrecked above me makes my pussy clench in anticipation. I rest my hands on his thighs and feel them shake at my touch. Harry holds my head in place as he fucks my throat, then stays as deep inside my mouth as much as possible. I gag around him for a moment before he pulls out and lets me breath.

“God you take me so good, Y/N,” he moans. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for five years.”

“Me either,” I smile before taking him back into my mouth and bobbing my head quickly, pumping his shaft.

I reach up and tug on Harry’s shirt signalling him to take it off, my mouth still full of his cock. He nods, slowly unbuttoning the shirt while he watches his cock slide in and out of my mouth.

“Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock, Y/N,” Harry coos.

“Mmmmm,” I moan, attempting to smile slightly around his cock.

He brushes a thumb over my cheek, the shirt unbuttoned but still hanging loosely on his frame. I watch his muscles tense and relax as I work him over with my mouth. Seeing him look at me like that has me dying for him to come for me. With determination, I bob my head vigorously, taking him deep and sucking him hard.
“Fuck, yes!” Harry shouts, thrusting into my mouth. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Mmmmmhmm,” I moan, fondling his balls more.

I taste his salty precum on my tongue as he gets closer to coming. I push myself farther, burying my nose in his pubic hair and gagging on his cock. My eyes water as I look up at him, watching his pink lip slide between his teeth, his brow furrow, his eyes glaze over in pleasure as he lets out a sharp grunt and comes, filling my throat with his seed. Spurt after spurt flows from his cock and it twitches and flexes in my mouth as I pull off gently, giving it one last lick before I stand up. He takes my face in his hands gently, pulling my face to his and kissing me deeply despite me having his taste in my mouth. He walks me backwards towards the bed, his hands lowering from my neck to my chest, down my waist, until they land on my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. I yelp in response and laugh into his lips, feeling his grin on me. His hands leave my body to wiggle his jeans and boxers down his long legs and kick them off before finally shedding his shirt. I get a small second to take in his completely naked body. His long, muscular limbs covered in ink make me instantly wetter. He grips my ass again and bites my bottom lip softly.

Gently pushing me on the bed, he follows me down, lips trailing kisses along my jaw, neck and chest. He reaches down and begins sliding his shirt up my body, his fingers leaving a ghost of a trail along my skin. We break away for a moment for him to pull the shirt from my body and his lips immediately reattach to my skin. My collarbones, breasts, ribs, and stomach each get their own treatment from his lips. He smiles as he begins unbuttoning his jeans.

“These jeans looked good on you, by the way,” he smirks, beginning to slide them down my body.

“Just get them off,” I beg.

“As you wish,” he says, biting his lip as more and more of my body is exposed to him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Mmmhm, same to you.”

Once the jeans are off of me, Harry comes back up to my hips. He leaves a wet, open mouthed kiss to my stomach between my panties and belly button.

“I’ve been wanting to do this forever, love,” he whispers.

He hooks his fingers into my panties and tugs outwards. The seams snap and tear and I am left bare below him. He smiles wide just before burying his face into my core, vigorously licking and kissing my center. His hands rub the most sensitive skin of my inner thigh, massaging me and causing my fluids to flow. I wrap my fingers in his hair, holding his mouth against me. I pull him upwards slightly, pulling his mouth from my entrance and helping him focus on my clit. I begin to moan out as each and every kiss of his makes me shudder. Breathing hard I begin fisting Harry’s hair along with the sheets below me.

“Harry,” I cry. “Harry, please,” I yearn, begging for release.

He chuckles against me before he enters one long finger inside of me, the cold metal of his rings stinging against my sensitive skin as he sucks my clit into his mouth. Before I know it, my hips buck and a white hot pleasure washes over me, his finger not relenting and his mouth working me through my orgasm.

As I come down, Harry climbs up my body, licking his way up my stomach, between my breasts, across my chest, up my jaw until finally his lips reach my lips. He kisses me deeply, his hot mouth driving me wild, while one hand snakes behind my back and unclasps my bra. I wiggle out of it before wrapping my arms around Harry’s body and pulling him close. He wedges his knee between my legs, spreading them for himself.

He settles between my legs, rehardened cock grinding into my pussy, my lips stretching for him. He moves his mouth to my ear, licking and nibbling the skin there as one hand reaches down to adjust himself against me.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I moan in reply.

He lets out a huff of a laugh before lining himself up and slowly entering into me. the combination of the feeling of him filling me up and the satisfied groan he releases directly into my ear makes me moan his name. The intensity of the moment just increases as Harry pulls out and pounds back into me without reserve. His chest against mine, his breath on my skin, his cock inside of me and I am in pure bliss. The sound of slapping skin, the smell of sex, and the moans emitting from both of our mouths fill the room and my mind. Harry lifts himself with one arm, allowing him to slide his other between our bodies to toy with my clit as he fucks me within an inch of my life.

“Harry. Harry, I’m close,” I huff, bucking my hips up towards him.

“Hmmph, me too, baby girl,” he moans, his accented voice sending shivers through my body. “You gonna come for me?”

“Yes!” I scream when he hits my g-spot. “Fuck yes!” I scream before moans tear through me and my second orgasm crashes over me.

My pussy clenches around Harry’s thick dick, pulling the orgasm from him. He grunts loudly, biting hard on my neck as he thrusts a few more sloppy thrusts into me. Our breathing is hard, our bodies sweaty and languid, and smug smiles are on our faces.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I laugh, smacking his arm.

“Me either!” he laughs.

“So, back to just friends, yeah?” I ask, jokingly.

Harry sits up quickly, a shocked and hurt expression on his face.
“WHAT!?”

“No! I’m joking, Harry! I’d never want that,” I laugh, pulling him back towards me so I can pepper kisses all over his face. “I love you,” I laugh, not even realizing what I’m saying.

Harry looks at me intently, green eyes searching my face, a small smile on his lips. “I love you too, Y/N.”

All That Ruckus (A Smutty Harry One Shot)

anonymous said: Can you do a smut imagine where you and Harry are out shopping in the mall for a dress and when you both went to the fitting room to try it, things got a bit dirty in there, and a lady tried to ask what’s the noise all about but you both moans that you’re perfectly fine. And you end up getting the dress you wanted. Thank you so much!!!

anonymous said: Can you write SOEMYHING about harry thinking your dress is too short and he doesn’t want other guys looking at WHats his! I beg of you !

Contains sexual content. (NC-17)

Word Count: 2104

A/N: I feel like you can tell which parts I wrote while I was sick. Thank you for being patient with me, lovelies! Enjoy ;)

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anonymous asked:

i have a lot of black sisters feelings too - i keep thinking up headcanons about their teenage years. and like what they would be like if they lived in modern times, like regular people, non-magical... what kind of clothes they'd wear, what jobs they'd have, their fave music, would bellatrix still become a murderer, would andromeda still run away (like i could see it happening if their family is classist/racist & ted is a poc & poor)... do you have any ideas about this au? (it's an au i guess)

OH MY GOD?? oh my GOD thank you for this message i have had it sitting in my inbox for days just waiting for me to have the time/energy to reply because WHAT A GOOD. what a good. okay so first of all @jercmevaleska has some of the best modern au black family headcanons full stop so please do check out her blog if you dig that kind of thing. my black sisters though okay god i’m sorry this is SO LONG with narcissa especially i get so carried away

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Lol your fav just wanted to stand out and look like the leader as usual. She only had one verse and no runs so she had to find away to make herself get all the attention. When Dinah's finally having the spotlight after being neglected so much Camila needs to be so freaking extra again. lmao.

Alright so then by that logic I can use that against the other girls right? Since you’re going with the narrative that wearing a different outfit means “being so freaking extra” we have to apply this the rest of the group then. Well I guess that’s fair because no one else in the group ever did something like tha- oh wait. What’s this? 

Normani is the only one in purple while the others are wearing black clothing. By this logic I can say that “Normani needs to be so freaking extra again” right? Well maybe it’s just her. I don’t think anyone else in the group would do that. It’s not like Ally would ever do something like that on their album cover. Right?

Oh I guess she did. Now If we were to apply your “different clothing means being extra” argument one might be able to argue that Ally is being “extra” right now since all the other girls are wearing dresses yet she’s the only one wearing a pair of shorts and a sheer top. So are you calling Ally extra then since she’s not in the same dress code as the rest of the girls?  I got more examples thought. Well we can take solace in the fact that Dinah wouldn’t stand out like wearing sun glasses and a neon pink top during performances and let me guess that’s what Dinah wore right? 

This was a recent performance of Work from home where Dinah is the only one wearing Pink while the other girls either have a black or white clothing piece on yet Dinah is the only one wearing a pink Shirt. Going by your lame narrative you’re basically saying that Dinah is being extra and wants to be the “leader” of the group right? Maybe their outfit attire would match when they go to concerts. But alas Dinah is again the odd girl out. 

Didn’t Dinah get the Regina George memo that she was supposed to wear all black when going to concerts? Gosh Dinah isn’t being a team player here. She’s the only one here not wearing any black. Going by your goofy standards I guess Dinah is being “selfish” and extra right? And wasn’t Normani aware that she wasn’t supposed to wear red when your other girls are wearing black?

 That’s twice from Normani now. Remember Normani, there may be an I in your name. But there’s no I in team. You’re being a selfish extra person now. I’m not saying this though. My friendly anon here is calling you selfish. Not me. 

Same goes for you Lauren. Miss I wear an orange colored dress because I want to stick out and be a leader. Looking at you as well Ally. I see that multi colored dress. 

See anon? I can apply the same broken logic to the other girls as well. And for the record I’m not saying that “different clothing means being extra.” my new anonymous friend here is saying that. She (or he) is saying clothing makes you “extra.”

Only You Can - Calum/Reader Imagine

It’s been two months since you and Calum’s break up. You still go back and read the texts between you two every once in a while. This is one of those times. You don’t know why you chose to read them right before you went to the mall with your best friend.

“(Y/N)! Get your ass out here! I just got paid and this money is burning a hole in my pocket!” Kara, your best friend, says from outside of your bedroom door.

”Coming.” You say as you grab your purse.

“Okay, what do you want to do first?” You ask her as you walk into the mall.“Eat. I’m starving!” She says and you laugh as you go to a restaurant inside of the mall.

As you sit down, you unlock your phone, only to see the messages and instantly frown. Kara peeks over to see the messages.“(Y/N), you have got to stop looking at those! You’re torturing yourself!”

“Okay, okay, I’m putting my phone away.” You say, placing it into your purse.

“You should just delete them. You need to come to terms with it.” She says flatly. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s been two months, babe. It’s over.”

“I- I know.” You sigh.

“Do you really, sweetie?” She asks.

“Yes. Can we just drop it? Please?”

“Yeah. Okay, sorry.” She says.
“Wanna go to Victoria’s Secret? I need some new lingerie.” Kara asks as you walk from the restaurant. “I’ll even buy you something to cheer you up.”

“Sounds great to me.” You smile at her as she hooks her arm with yours.

“Good, because you’re the only one who will tell me how I really look in stuff. Trey is afraid I’ll smack him, which I totally would, and people at the store don’t wanna lose me as a customer.”

“What’s a best friend for, after all?” You ask her and she laughs.

“I’ve missed you.” She says as you walk into the store.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You say as you stop at the first display.

“You better have.” She says and you both laugh.

“Ooh, I like those.” You say as she holds up a pair of sheer black underwear up to me.

“Eh, not really me.” She says, making a funny face. “You should try them on, though.”

“Me? Who am I gonna wear lingerie for?”

“Yourself, babe!” She says, which is a good point.

“Fine. Only to see how they fit.”

“Okay, but try on this bra with them!” She says, handing you a matching bra.

“I might as well get a few other things if I’m gonna go try something on.” You say.

“Atta girl!” She says.

After grabbing a couple more things, Kara attempts to get you to try on a pair of crotchless panties, which you quickly shoot down. After trying on everything, you choose to keep two sets. Kara finishes picking out the things she wants as you come out of the dressing room, so after placing what you didn’t want in the area for that, you stand outside of Kara’s dressing room.

“Hey, (Y/N), do you think you could grab a bigger size in these?” Kara asks, throwing a pair of underwear over the door to the dressing room.

“Yeah, sure thing, babe.” You say and walk to the display you thought the underwear were at, but couldn’t find anything looking like the ones you had in your hands. You look to the other displays only for your eyes to land on the familiar build of your one and only ex-boyfriend.

He’s looking at the perfumes beside the display of underwear you need to go to.You inhale deeply before quickly going over there and try grabbing the underwear without him seeing you.You thumb through the pairs, hoping he doesn’t notice you.

“(Y/N)?” You hear his familiar voice ask and you freeze before slowly looking up.

“Calum.” You say as your fingers grasp the size you were looking for. You look into his eyes and notice they haven’t changed. He still looks at you the same way.

“How are you doing?” He asks.

“I’m… doing…” You sigh. “You?”

“I’m okay. I’m looking for a perfume for Mali. She told me the name of it, but, well- you know me- always forgetting things.”

“Yeah, I know you.” You say and kick yourself mentally. “But if it’s her favorite, it’s the one on the end. For her birthday?”

“Yeah. You remembered?” He asks with the smile he always had when he was with you.

“How could I forget? How’s she doing?”

“Good.” He says. “Thanks for the help, by the way.”

“No problem.”

“Hey, Calum, where’d you go?” A girl asks as she comes around the corner.“Oh, Meredith, hey.” He says, immediately losing the look he had when he looked at you.

“You ready to go?” She asks, obviously way too into him. Her eyes move to you. “Who’s this?”

“An… Old friend.” He says and smiles at you.

“Oh, okay. Can we leave?” She asks, looking at you warily. “We have a dinner reservation.”

“Um, okay.” He says and follows her to the register. He turns around to wave bye and you sigh, but wave back to him.You hurry back to the dressing area before tears begin to come. You knock on the door to Kara’s dressing room and she opens it.

“Oh, sweetie, what happened?” She asks after beckoning you in. You hand her the underwear.

“Calum was out there. He was with another girl.” You say.

“Aw, babe.” She says and beckons you toward her, into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen him since then.” You say quietly.

“Babe.” She says. “Here, hand me what you’re getting, and while you go to the car, I’ll pay for everything. I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Okay.” You sniff.
“Kara, please. I’ll be fine. Trey is waiting for you.” You say. She’s insisted on staying with you after your seeing Calum.

“Fine. But you’ll call me right? If you need anything.” She says and pauses at the door to put up her umbrella, seeing as it’s pouring.“

Yes, now get!” You say and push her into the rain.

“I love you!” She says as she runs to her car.

“I love you, too.” You say and close the door.

You walk to the fridge to look for something for dinner. After finding nothing that seemed appetizing, you decide to order Chinese.

You go into the living room after placing your order to look for a movie to watch. Your phone goes off, so you jump up to go get it. When you pick it up, you see it’s a text from Calum.

You hear the doorbell ring a couple of times and jog to get your purse.”I’m coming, I’m coming!”

You say as you almost run to your front door and open it to see Calum, standing soaking wet on your porch instead of the Chinese food delivery guy you were expecting. You drop your purse.

“Calum- get your ass in here, you must be freezing.” You say and he nods, stepping into your entryway. “Let me go get you a towel.” You run upstairs to get a towel quickly and run back down to him standing in the same place.

"Come here, you idiot.” You say, wrapping a towel around his body and rubbing his arms in hopes to warm him up.

“I always loved it when you called me that.” He says breathlessly and you stop moving your arms. “Your nose always does this cute crinkle thing, too.”

“Cal-” You begin, but you are quickly cut off by Calum’s lips on yours.

”That fight was so stupid. I never should have taken it that far.” He says as he kisses your neck.

”It wasn’t all your fault. I was to blame, as well. I was so jealous.” You say and take your lips away from his to pull his shirt over his head.

“Oh, (Y/N), why were we so stupid?” He says, taking off your shirt.

”I don’t know, Cal. I don’t know.” You say and he slips his hands to your thighs and picks you up by them and then places you on the couch. You hear the doorbell ring.

“Shit.”

“Who is that?” He asks.

”Delivery man.” You say and he frowns.

“Five minutes, Cal. Five minutes.”

“Fine.” He says and sits down on the couch as you grab a blanket to cover yourself.

“Hello, I have an order for (Y/N). It’ll be fifteen even.” The teenager who looks to be a few years younger than you says.

“Here’s a twenty, keep the change.” You say as you hand him the twenty and take the food from him before quickly closing the door. You turn around to see a few candles lit.

”You left the matches in the same place. I figured that this should be more romantic than that.” Calum explains.

”I love you.” You say, setting the food down and dropping the blanket.

You straddle his lap and kiss him.

“I love you, too.” He moans into your mouth.

”I never stopped loving you.” You say as he palms your breasts with both hands.

”Seeing you today, it just reaffirmed that I can’t live without you in my life.” He says, kissing your chest in between words. You begin grinding on his lap and he moans. You feel him getting hard as you rock your hips back and forth.

”Babygirl, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” He says and unhooks your bra. He grabs your ass and places wet kisses all over your breasts.

”I’ve missed you so much.” You moan.

“Get up.” He orders and you do as you’re told. He unbuttons your shorts and slides them down. He leans forward to kiss your hips and moves down and takes your underwear between his teeth and slowly begins pulling them down. After they join your shorts on the floor, he throws you beside him, stands up, and quickly removes his jeans and his boxers. He puts himself above you and kisses your lips. He begins a trail of kisses down to your hips, where he leaves his mark, which only causes you to want him more. As his kisses get closer to your clit, you entangle your fingers into his hair.

”Calum, please.” You moan, biting your lip.

”Since you asked nicely.” He sends you a wicked grin before he begins licking up your wetness before diving in and leaving no place untouched by his tongue.

“Calum,” You say, barely above a whisper and he moves his eyes to yours.

“I need you inside of me. Now.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He says and goes to place himself before your entrance, but you stop him.

”Sit.” You order and he smirks, but does as he’s told. You straddle him and slide yourself onto him and you both moan as you adjust to his size.

”Baby, I want you to cum for me.” Calum whispers into your ear before nibbling on it. You bite your lip as you go up and down on him, getting faster as you go.

“Calum, I’ve missed how you feel inside me.” You say and he moans.

”I need to go faster, baby.” He says breathily. He places his forehead on yours. “Please.” You speed up and he begins muttering cuss words under his breath and kisses you, moaning into your mouth.

”Fuck, Calum. Fuck me.” You say and he takes control, moving you to where you are lying on your back again as he rams himself into you. “Calum- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

“Fuck!” He curses and pulls out quickly before cum is squirted all over your stomach and he kisses you before moving down to stick his fingers inside of you to help you finish. He begins to bring you back to your high and you scream his name as you finish.

“Oh, Calum.” You sigh as you wipe sweat from your forehead. He grabs tissue and wipes your stomach off before kissing you again.

”I’ve certainly missed the sex, babe.” He says, sitting up.

”I’ve got some of your clothes still.” You say. “I can get them for you.”

“Actually, do you mind if I take a quick shower?” He asks.

”I’ll join you. Let me put your clothes in the washer and we’ll head up there.” You say and kiss him quickly before gathering his clothes and yours and taking them to the washer.

"You know,” Calum says as he takes a bite of noodles. “I haven’t actually been with anyone since you.”

“Me either, Calum.” You say and smile at him.

After showering, you both got dressed. You put on one of the shirts he left at your place and a pair of underwear while he puts on boxers and flannel pajama pants.

“I’m really glad that you order enough food for three.” Calum teases and you punch his arm lightly.

“I order for days, okay.” You explain and he chuckles.

“You never change. It’s something I love about you.”

“So…” You pause.

“Yes?”

“I hate to put a downer on tonight, but it’s a question that’s gotta be answered.” You hold your breath as he nudged you to continue.

“Are we getting back together?"You hold your breath as you wait for his answer. He takes your food from your hands and grabs them.

"I would want nothing more than to be with you again.”

“But?”

“There’s no but. I’m in it if you are.” He says and gives you a look that says he’s trying to read you.

“Good. Because I’m in.” You say and he kisses you so hard the towel that is on your head falls off and the both of you laugh.

You hear a knock on the door and get up, wondering who it could be. You open the door to see Kara and Trey in their pajamas.

“How about a movie night?” She says excitedly.

“I’m fine with that, but I have company.” You say, moving for her to see Calum.

“Kara, Trey! It’s been so long!” He says, standing up. They come in and place their things on the other couch. Kara walks over to Calum and hugs him, but punches his arm after.

“Hey!” He says, rubbing his arm.

“You broke my best friend’s heart, what did you expect was going to happen?!” She says and you laugh.

“Anyways, come on, let’s put a movie in.” You say, nudging everyone toward the couch.

“I’ll keep mind of that next time.” Calum says, mentioning Kara punching him.

“Next time?” You give him a judging look.

“Kidding, kidding. I love you.” He says.

“I love you, too, Calum. I love you, too.” You say and kiss him.