i know they started as only friends with benefits

ways to utilize the eclipse

so! the eclipse is coming up tmr on the 21st and its kind of a big deal lol. the eclipse has many correspondences with change, rebirth, and new beginnings and i know a lot of ppl have been feeling the influence of the eclipse already. 

so here are some ways to utilize the energy of the eclipse in your craft!

1. Cleansing
because of the correspondence of new beginnings, cleansing is very very important. grab a trash bag and scoop up ALL of the things in your room that u don’t use anymore. don’t leave things lying around bc “i’ll need to use it maybe!!!” we all know thats not going to happen any time soon. TRASH IT! clean everything, wash your sheets, start anew

2. Charging
charge everything u can think of with energy of the eclipse. leave out water, jewelry, sigils, poppets, anything and then use that energy in the future. if you ever need a change of course or u just are trying to change something, pull from the energy in your charged object and go from there

3. Explore a new path
it seems that a lot of ppl who i’ve talked to have felt rather antsy and restless in the past couple days, myself included for sure. follow your heart and look into a new aspect of your path. find something that looks interesting to you? try it out! i think it would be also appropriate to look into shadow work on the “day of shadows” lol!

4. Reflect on who your friends are
though this isn’t necessarily witchy, you should reflect on your friends and determine who is beneficial in your life and who is toxic. start a new phase of your life and devote it to healing and only surrounding yourself with people who care for you and uplift you. we need to get out of the mentality that healing is bad. recovery is important and this could be a new time for you to start

5. Meditate
meditation is a really important thing lol. i know that everyoneee says that but its because its true!! there are so many benefits to meditation and it can be just what u need for starting fresh. meditate on the past and what you want for you future. try astral traveling! try discovering what path you are meant to travel on and go from there

there are obviously other things you can do with the eclipse so feel free to add on! but please please please stay safe and wear protective glasses if you plan on looking at the sun!!! keep anyone without glasses inside, including any pets as well. stay safe and happy eclipse!

Wanting More

“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him. He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.




 This is my first time writing a little bit of smut so hopefully it’s not horrible lol. Tell me if you want a part two!! 




Harry calls you multiple times a week. The words I need you or I want you always made you feel a fire inside your belly.

He called you, he wants to be with you, you think to yourself. But then there’s times when you second guess yourself. If he actually wanted to see you or just have his dick sucked off.

You knew deep down the real answer but you pushed that in the back of your mind as you walked towards his flat at 12:30pm. He called you when you were at home lying in bed watching friends. You were going to have a night in this Friday, but harry rang you when you were in the mist of a laughing attack after the scene that just played out on your tv.

Not looking at the caller ID you picked up your phone, “hello?”

“What are you doing right now?” Harry quickly said with no introduction.

“Hello to you too. I’m fine thanks for asking.” You say sarcastically as you stuff your face with popcorn.

“Can you come over?” He asks eagerly.

You roll your eyes to look at your clock beside your bed side table.

“Harry it’s 12am…”

“I know, I know. It’s just….” Harry stops, trails off, and sighs.

“I need you, I really fucking need you right now.” His voice becomes low and husky.

Your cheeks turn red at his statement, he’s said it so many times, but it still makes you blush. You try and cover your face only to realize no one was actually here.

There was a long silence before you said, “ I’ll be there in 15.” You start getting up to brush your teeth. You didn’t want Harry to taste kettle corn on your lips.

You can hear Harry sigh in relief. “Ok drive safe, love.”

“I will bye.” You hang up the phone and your superego mentally yells at you. You ignore it even though you know you shouldn’t.

You and Harry have been doing this for awhile now. You don’t even know what it’s called. I guess it’s friends with benefits but you hated that term. You guys were just casual friends. But you always felt as if there was something more…

You made it to Harry’s door, you rummage through your little bag to try and find the spare key harry gave to you, after this became a regular thing. But before you could get it you hear the door unlock, and harry grabs your wrists and brings you inside.

Before you had time to even greet him he had you pushed up against the door frame and connecting his lips to yours. You were shocked at first but quickly kissed him back. Harry’s hands were on your waists as he brought his lips down your neck leaving trails down your neck.

“Someone’s a bit eager?” You says in between breathes. Harry has already got you flustered, hot, and bothered and you just came in the door.

“What took you so long?” He’s now kissing your collar bone, as he places his hands up your hoodie. “You said 15 minutes, that was bloody 30 minutes.”

Your heart was racing. “ I’m sorry, you called me at a very inconvenient time. I was in my Pjs looking like a mess. I had to get cleaned up a bit.”

Harry shakes his head and you frowned. He makes his way up your neck to your ear and whispers. “You look good in anything, you know I don’t give a fuck.”

You smile into Harry’s kiss cause you knew that. Harry would always make an effort to tell you that you don’t need to dress up for things like this. But I guess you were compensating for wishing you could get all dressed up and go out to dinner with Harry or something like that.

You quickly threw that thought in the back of your head and locked it up, for now. You didn’t want to think about that right now.

Harry brought you up to his room, and lays you down. It was dark but the street lights seeping through his blinds was enough to get a good look at Harry. Everytime you saw him you couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His green eyes scans over your body as you take your hoodie off and he smirks at his favorite bra that he likes on you. You come towards him and slowly kiss his neck as your hands slowly went to his waist band and you started touching his hard.

“Oh fuck Y/N” Harry groans. You push him on the bed and take his boxers off and he flung up. He watches you as you take it in your hand and lick the tip. Harry shutters.

“Tell me what you want Harry” you whisper as you rub his balls.

“I-I just su-ck me off. Please just-” before he could finish you took him in your mouth. You could feel the veins of his cocks rub against tongue and you pushed harder. Bobbing your head as you placed your hands on his thighs feeling them up and down.

Harry was trying to control himself he always does, but he can’t help taking your hair in between his fingers and pulling your head closer. But you loved it when he did that, you loved his dominant side.

“Oh my god. Y/N… babe yes yes.” Harry grunts as you can feel him quiever inside your mouth. “I’m so close, can I… in your..” you knew what he meant and you agreed like you always did. But he was always so sweet to ask first. And soon after I looked at him with his cock in my mouth, he came in your mouth and you swallowed it all.

Before you could even catch your breath Harry had you on the bed and pulling off your pants. “Now it’s my turn.” He tells you. He pulls down your panties and gently glides his fingers over your slit.

“Already so warm and wet for me.” He says while hovering over you and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.

“What do you want, love?” He asks as he brings your bra off your shoulder exposing your bare chest.

“Just fuck me Harry, please.” You whine cause you know he was teasing you. He likes too see you beg.

Harry looks like he’s thinking for a second and then shakes his head. You sigh and was about to yell at him that he made you come all the way here at 12am-

You Moan as he bent down to place your plump nipples in his mouth. He licked in between your breasts and left you sweet kisses.

“You are very pretty.” He says between kissess and you blushed even more then you already are.

Suddenly you felt Harry’s warm fingers on your clit and you jolted. He placed two fingers there and started moving in circles while still kissing your chest. You were panting.

“Harry… oh my gosh.” You felt him slid in two fingers and you couldn’t help but move your hips deeper into Harry’s fingers.

“Faster Harry, c'mon.” You pleaded.

“I want you to fuck my fingers babe, you do it.” You almost wanted to scream but Harry liked watching you move your hips.

You started a movement as your hips were trying to get the right angel, and when you did you couldn’t stop. You arched your back and started bouncing.

Your boobs started banging against your chest as Harry watch you in awe riding his fingers.

“Harry, im clo-se” but you need more movement you needed harry to move his fucking fingers.

“No not yet.” Harry demands.

“Harry….I need more-” before you finished he pulled his fingers out and you gasped, but before you had time to yell at him. He slide his cock right inside of you and both of you let out a huge Moan.

“Fuck, your so tight. I love it.” Harry pants. You could see the sweet on his forehead as he thrusts into you. You both were uttering curse words and on cloud nine because sex together is always the best.

Harry leans down and places wet kisses down your body and you just wanted him closer, even more closer then this.

You wanted him, all of him.

Harry grabs yours legs and spreads them even wider as he places his thumb back into your clit and rubs it. Pleasure was coursing through your whole body now and you didn’t want it to end.

“Tell me how it feels Y/N, tell me.” He demands.

“So good harry!” He thrusts harder “oh my gosh so fucking good I love your cock it fits perfectly.” You tell him and he smirks as he watches how you react to him. How every body part wanted him, and he loved it. He loved doing this with you.

“I’m close” Harry tells you as he grabs your hips and pushes you harder. And you were too.

Harry leans over and kisses you like his life depended on it while he slammed inside you and that’s when you both came undone.

You were coming down from your high when Harry was still hovering over you. You were both just staring into each others eyes, and you would do anything to know what he was thinking.

But he leans and gives you a slow and passionate kiss. It wasn’t like the few you shared while you were getting off.

But this was sweeter and slow.

Then Harry tumbles to the side of you. The room was silent for a little with both of you still trying to catch your breath. No matter how many times you do it with Harry, your body is still exhausted every damn time.

“I’m sorry if I called too late.” Harry’s face fell as You looked over at the his clock behind him and saw that it was 1:47am.

“It’s alright, Harry. I wasn’t doing anything just watching Tv.” You reassure him. Even if you were busy you always had time for him, or you would make time. You couldn’t help but tuck the little strand of his curl behind his ear. Your hand was on the side of his cheek as you gently strocked it.

“I know but you have to drive back home at almost bloody 2am.” You quickly take your hand back from his cheek and frown.

“Wait what?”

Harry yawns “I said that you have to drive really late at night to get back home.”

Then it dawned on you.

He wanted you to go home.

He didn’t want you here.

He did just want you to suck his dick.

You’ve never been to his house this late before, so the option of spending the night was never an option. But you thought maybe tonight… wow you felt so stupid.

You quickly got up and turned your back to him and started to get dress, suddenly feeling weird naked around him.

“I mean you don’t have to leave right now, you can wait a half hour or something if your a little soar or something.” Harry tries pulling your wrist back to him but you snatched it away.

“No, I should go. Your right.” You slip your underwear and pants back on and throw on your hoodie. You could feel him staring at you, and you just wanted to leave. You shouldn’t of even came you told yourself. You grabbed your phone and without saying a word, went downstairs.

You could hear Harry’s footsteps following you as you put on your shoes and picked up the keys you dropped on the floor. The memory of tonight’s events still fresh in your mind. And even when he is kicking you out you still wanted to stay. You wanted to smack yourself.

“Y/N are you alright?” Harry turns you around before you could leave with an frown on his face. You mentally sighed. You shouldn’t blame Harry. He understands that this is a casual thing. I shouldn’t be mad if he didn’t want anything more then just this.

Rule number one of this arrangement, don’t catch feelings. He clearly hadn’t so that’s that.

You crack a fake smile “Yeah I’m good. Next time don’t call me too late!” You fake laugh trying to wash away the sadness.

He smiles and nods and it looks like he was about to say something. You were hoping for him to tell you to stay. That he wanted to lay with you and just hold you in his arms, because that’s what you wanted so badly.

But he didn’t. He just placed his hand on the sides of your face and kisses you. You didn’t want to feel those butterflies in your stomach but you did, and you knew you couldn’t help it.

“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him.

He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.

So you leave knowing you would make it back. You liked Harry he was a good friend, you didn’t want to ruin whatever you had going on right now. So as you got in your car and started driving away. You decided to burry your feelings just a little deeper.

You wiped away the small tear that was falling down your cheek. He would just break your heart anyway. Forget your feelings.

This was for the best.

Part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/158552976554/wanting-more-part-2 *






I’m Sorry (I Fell In Love Tonight)

( PROMPT: We’re making out on the couch when a member of your family - who doesn’t know we’re friends with benefits - walks in and what do you mean I have to be your pretend girlfriend? )

A/N: Ahahahaha, guess who’s back? The sin is not so strong in this chapter, but I’ll try to sin more in chapter 3. Things are really starting to heat up with the reader and fuckboi Peter!! If anyone has more prompts for me to do (fuckboi Peter or no), drop me an ask, and I’ll try to post it! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

WARNINGS: Sin. But slight sin this time. 

Taglist (temporary, for this series only): @mashed-fandom-imagines | @gryffindoggo 

Taglist (permanent): @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter |@tomsleftbrow | @tryn25|@tanglefire | @midnight-memorial | @tiny-friggin-human |@tacklemyackles| @fangeekkk |@beamagtuto | @captainaudreystark | @hellosuperewczi | @dasia-aye

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Ten things I wish someone told me when I started HRT:

You can get hormone therapy in the United States without undergoing a long evaluation period or undergoing a ‘real life test’ if you seek out an ‘informed consent’ doctor or clinic. I waited over a year before seeking hormones because I did not want to place myself at the mercy of a mental health professional and I did not want a doctor ‘diagnosing’ my gender. Which brings me to…

They’re going to diagnose you anyway because they need an ICD code to bill your insurance company. I was furious when I found the diagnosis on my medical chart. It would have helped a lot if the doctor had asked my permission or explained that it was for insurance billing purposes only but he didn’t.

Hormone therapy drugs bought from overseas pharmacies are safe and will not cause ‘legitimate’ clinics to refuse treatment should you later decide to switch to a prescription. At the time the information I was able to find talked a lot about how trans women who use ‘black market’ hormones are not to be trusted and that a trans woman who uses such medications should be denied care until they can prove themselves ‘trustworthy,’ somehow. It is a lie.

There is absolutely zero evidence that injectable estrogens are more effective than oral estrogens. The fact is that the ‘advantage’ attributed to injectable estrogens is almost certainly placebo (and injectable placebo is known to be much more powerful than one administered orally). I could have saved myself a lot of discomfort and a serious leg injury caused by an improperly prepared injection.

Properly dosed, there is no reason that sublingual estradiol should be more effective than oral estradiol. The only thing that matters is that enough estradiol enters into your bloodstream and that is something that will be reflected in your labs.

Transdermal estradiol patches are itchy, smelly affairs that cost quite a lot of money and refuse to stay on. Knowing what I know now I would have avoided them entirely.

When I started hormone therapy my endocrinologist gave me conjugated equine estrogen because it came in smaller doses than 17β-estradiol. I was kept on conjugated estrogen for some time under the pretense that he was making sure I didn’t have any bad reactions to being on estrogen. Knowing what I know now I would have been able to argue that conjugated equine estrogen has a much worse side-effect profile than 17β-estradiol and that placing me on this drug unnecessarily endangered my body and my transition. Furthermore, the smallest doses available were far below a healthy dose needed to maintain bone and emotional well-being. Done again I would have insisted that I be started on a reasonable dose of 17β-estradiol.

Low progesterone is implicated in poor emotional health in women. Micronized progesterone is valuable to trans women for maintaining a healthy level of progesterone. I’ve personally benefited a lot, emotionally, from having it and I just wish I started using it sooner.

I wish someone had encouraged me to seek out other trans people as friends. At the time I first came out I didn’t really know there were other people out there that could really help me. The only thing I knew about being trans was what I was able to read online and in books and most of that firmly emphasized the idea that you should transition until you’ve had surgery and ‘pass’ and then disappear and that the people who ‘hung around’ the community were somehow failures. I know that’s not the truth, now, but it really messed me up early in my transition.

I wish someone told me to be cautious. I wish I was told that doctors and mental health professionals aren’t the last word and that if one decides that you’re a ‘failure’ or ‘actually a man’ it’s them that is wrong and not my own instincts regarding who I am. I also wish someone had given me a gentle nudge that some of the people I would meet in the trans community are not to be trusted and do not have my well being at heart. I feel that knowing those two things coming into that experience would have saved me a lot of grief.

Before y'all women out there start sympathizing with Tomi Lahren I want you to know that she doesn’t stand with you, she doesn’t like your platform, she only accepts progressive ideals when they benefit her. She is a sexist. She is not your friend, she doesn’t want or need your sympathy. Where was her sympathy when she bashed the women’s march? Or when Trump said he could grab women by the pussy? Or when he and his administration made it their goal to stop funding planned parenthood and signed a law that would stop US funding to helped provide healthcare for women in poor countries? Tomi Lahren voted for the man that disrespects your existence, your rights as a human being, that silences you and belittles you. Once again, Tomi Lahren isn’t your friend and doesn’t deserve your sympathy.

Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

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Speculation on UMFB Yuuri and his ‘other lovers’

This is obviously one of the key things we all want to know about in Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts- why, exactly, does Viktor think Yuuri has ‘other lovers’ (plural)?  I’ll tell you now, I don’t know the answer.  @kazliin has promised us she’s not subtle and the clues are in UMFB, so I’ve had a good look and this is what I’ve managed to come up with.  Nothing ground breaking I’m afraid!

Let’s break this down, because it’s actually a couple of questions in one.  The first one- we all know Yuuri is a virgin before he gets together with Viktor, so why does Viktor think he has ever had any lovers?  Why doesn’t it cross his mind that he’s the first?  The second part to the question is more difficult: why, at the time when they discuss Yuuri’s ‘other lovers’ in chapter 11, does Viktor think Yuuri is sleeping with multiple other people besides himself?  This is trickier (especially because my re-read has only got as far as chapter 8 so far).  

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What are friends for (2/2)

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where y/n has just gone through a break up and Natasha (her best friend) helps her through it by being her fuck buddy?

AO3 comment: I wish you’d write more, maybe a friends with benifits to lovers sort of idea, maybe y/n falls in love and is scared to admit it.

A/n ok so this has been sitting on my file for MONTHS ! ! ! I finally decided to finish it for you guys (nsfw gifs)

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

Ever since you became friends with benefits seven months ago your life has been perfect. You were no longer thinking about what’s his name and you’ve been having amazing sex with my best friend. The only problem was that you were starting to fall in love with her.

“Hey you” Natasha whispered into my ear as I was changing in the locker room. “Do you want to meet up later?”

“Meet up as in dinner as friends or meet up as I make you cum multiple times in one night?” You asked as you buttoned up your pants.

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*Derek Hale Imagine*

Readers POV

So for about six months now I’ve had this friends with benefits thing going on with Derek. At first it was fun but then my feelings started to get involved and I eventually fell in love with him. Unfortunately for me, you can’t help who you love and I know Derek will never love me. The thing that really sucks is that I just took a pregnancy test and guess what…it came out positive. Yep that’s right, I’m pregnant with Derek Hale’s baby. He doesn’t even want a real relationship with me let alone a baby. So it seemed like there was only one answer. I needed to run and get out of Beacon Hills. I packed my bag that night and left town. I ended up in a couple towns over before I got tired and deicided to crash at a little motel. I got a room and fell asleep only to be awoken by a surprise the next morning.

The Next Morning

*knock knock* “If it’s the maid I’m fine thank you!” I shouted through the door and tried going back to sleep. *knock knock*

“I said no maid service at the moment!” I yelled a little louder, starting to get irritated. *knock knock* okay that’s it! I thought as I got out of bed and swung the door open. What I didn’t expect was to see Derek standing there with an amused look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing. You had everyone worried. Most of your things are gone, your car is gone, and you were gone. What are you running from, Y/N?”

“Nothing.” I snapped at him.

“Mhmmm.” He hummed, unconvinced.

“How did you find me anyways?”

“With the help of Stiles and his father I tracked you down with the location of your cell phone. Next time you might want to leave it behind.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well it was nice seeing you. Bye now!” I said and tried to slam the motel door, but of course, he stuck his foot in the way and helped himself inside the motel room, closing the door on his way in.

“Look Y/N, I just want to-” He started but suddenly stopped. I gave him a weird look.

“You just wanted to what?” I asked.

“Is there someone else here?” He asked while going into each room and making sure we were the only ones.

“Derek you are starting to freak me out. What’s going on?” I asked a tad bit scared.

“I hear a third heartbeat.” He said and I froze.

“Maybe it’s from another room.” I tried to convince him. He shook his head.

“No it’s in this room specifically.” He said and kept looking around until his eyes eventually ended up on my stomach. He looked at me shocked.

“Your pregnant?” He asked and I nodded as tears started falling down my cheeks.

“Is it mine?” I looked at him kinda hurt.

“Of course it’s yours! I don’t go sleeping around with the whole town!” I shouted.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you choose to leave town instead?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Because I was scared. We aren’t in a relationship and I didn’t think you would want to have a baby with me.” I said as more tears fell. Derek walked over to me and cupped my cheeks.

“Of course I want to have this baby with you. Yeah it’s unexpected but it’s a good kind of unexpected. I’ve wanted a relationship with you since the beginning but I thought you wanted to keep it casual. No strings attached. I actually care about you Y/N. And guess what? I love you and now I love our baby too.” Woah. Did Derek really just say he loved me?!

“Wait. You actually love me?” I asked surprised.

“Of course I do and I won’t ever stop.” I smiled so big I thought my cheeks might burst.

“I love you too! I said and jumped into his arms. He held onto me and swung us side to side gently. We pulled apart and he pecked me in between my eyes and on my nose before giving me a real kiss on the lips. Once we pulled apart to catch our breath he nuzzled his nose against mine.

“Now how about we go back to Beacon Hills and you move into my loft with me?” He asked with hope in his eyes and I quickly shook my head yes.

“I can’t think of anything that sounds better.” I said and he pulled me into another kiss. I’m so thankful for our soon to be little family.

For @en-tyler-lee-hoechlin


I woke up in his bed, the sunlight hitting the bed and our bare skin with bright patches of yellow light. I looked to my left, and the guy I was currently sleeping with, Josh, was laid out next to me. I checked his clock, and saw it was 7:30. I really needed to pee. I stood and crept to the bathroom, peeing and looking in the mirror, realizing only then that I was only wearing a bra and a pair of gym shorts. I looked around his bathroom and found a sweatshirt that was much too big for me laying on the floor and slipped it on (it smelled like Axe and Downy), fixed my face, then went back out and grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my purse and slipped outside. 

Josh wasn’t my boyfriend. He and I had more of a hook up relationship, although us calling it ‘official’ wouldn’t be so bad. He’s a nice guy, and we were friends before we started sleeping together. I don’t know, we never really talk about it together. I’d want to date him, but we’d just gotten used to this whole friends with benefits thing. I didn’t want to scare him off even more.

I go out into the bitter, cold morning air and sit on the small balcony of his apartment and let a cigarette dangle between my lips as I light it. I inhale, then extract the cig and breathe out slowly, my urge to smoke slowly dimming. I really shouldn’t be doing this, my family has a history of lung cancer, but smoking was the only legal thing that calmed me down (the illegal thing is weed. My state hasn’t legalized it yet, only medical) I finish my first one, then have another. That is, until, I hear a deep, gravelly voice from behind me. 

“Can I have one? I ran out, too lazy to get one right now,” Josh said, walking out, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. His yellow, curly hair is messy, curls going in every direction. I stood and hand him one, and my lighter, and places the cigarette in his mouth as he stretches. His powerful muscles move under his smooth skin, and I admire how beautiful he is. He shades his face from the sun as he takes the cigarette from his mouth and blows the smoke to the side. He looks me up and down, then stops on my torso.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked. I blushed, struggling to say something. He smiled, letting the cigarette dance between his plump, pink lips as he spoke. “It’s okay, you look hot in it.”

Alex Karev Imagine

Alex Karev Imagine
1199 Words
Suggestions: Alex and the Reader are friends with benefits, who both want something more. She gets into the plane crash and Alex confesses to her when he sees her in the hospital.
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Originally posted by fuckyeahalexjo

You rolled your eyes, leaning on your hand as you flipped through a magazine. It was exciting, yet boring, to be a 5th Year Resident. It felt awkward too. Your best friend, who just happens to be your go-to sex buddy, is one too, so sometimes, you’ll both be caught in the O.R., since you both want to get into the same specialty. God, you didn’t know what to feel around him except for love really. You wanted more, but hey, he probably just wants the sex.

“(Y/n), are you on your break,” Arizona walked over to you.

“Yeah, I am, but if you need something, I’m all ears,” You looked up at her.

“You’re going on the trip to Boise for the patient, right?”

“Yes, I am. Why?”

“I’m coming along too.”

“Does Alex know?”

His name rolled of your tongue perfectly. It was like you said his name all the time, every day, in the same tone.

“He’s… not going. He’s going to Hopkins.”

You felt your heart drop. Your blank expression almost made you look like you saw a ghost. You nodded.

“Okay, He didn’t tell me that.”

“Are you going to Hopkins too?”


“Why not? It has the best Peds Program in the country.”

“It’s not really for me. I’m staying.”

“Good, good, we need more great Peds surgeons.”

You nodded again, looking back down at your magazine. You checked the time on your phone. You stood.

“Ah, sorry, I have that surgery in 20 minutes. I’ll be heading down to the O.R.”

You took your magazine and walked down there.


You turned your head to see Alex jog up to you.

“Do you have a second,” He asked you.

“No, sorry, I have surgery… now in 17 minutes. I gotta go.”

You turned your head and walked up to the elevators, then stepped in.

“Good luck at Hopkins,” You called to him as the elevators closed.

You pull out your scrub cap from your pocket and put it on, after braiding your hair of course. The elevator doors open to see a tired Alex leaning against the wall. You stepped out.

“What the hell? Did you just run a few floors,” You asked him.


“Why?! Jesus, if you wanted to talk, just meet me outside of the O.R. when I’m finished.”


“Alex, I appreciate you not telling me about Hopkins, I really do. I mean, you took the opportunity. Now, here you are, going to be gone… So… No need to tell me anything else. I’m good. It’s your choice.”

You shrugged, heading into the scrubbing room.

After surgery, Alex met up with you again, this time it wasn’t about Hopkins.

“We seriously need to talk (Y/n).”

“I have a plane to catch with Dr. Robbins and the others. Why don’t you say what’s on your mind now?”

He opened his mouth, but then closed it. You grabbed your suitcase from the Resident changing rooms and looked at him.

“Good Luck in Boise.”

You nodded your head.


Your heart dropped again. You thought he was going to say something different.

You sat next to Arizona on the plane, frowning as you stared out the window.

“So, how are you and Alex,” She started to ask you.

You shrugged.

“I don’t know. Friends with benefits already, but I want something more. I thought he was going to tell me something more, but he just said ‘Good Luck in Boise’. Who the hell says that,” You muttered.

“Maybe he cares.”

You felt back of the plane jerk back and look.

“Oh crap,” You whispered, seeing it completely gone.

You were ripped out of your seat and shut your eyes, not feeling the rest.

You woke up to see the sun shining on your face. You sat up, your head pounding. You rubbed your face, only to feel something wet. You opened your eyes and screamed at the top of your lungs. Your left hand was fractured in many different places, and it was bloody too.

“Oh god, goddamnit,” You breathed.

You looked around, seeing metal scattered around you. You tore of part of your pants leg and wrapped it around your hand to keep it from getting infected. You got up, wobbling a bit.

“Hello,” You called.

You didn’t get a response. You started going in a direction, not looking back. You placed your right hand on a tree to balance yourself. Your breathing was heavy, which wasn’t really normal. You pulled up your shirt to look and saw your hip was bloody too.

“Great, just my luck.”

You continued walking, just until you heard a scream, and then a ‘shut up’ followed it. You followed the voice, seeing part of the plane. You collapsed next to it, only struggling to get up.

“HELLO,” You yelled again.

“(Y/N),” A panicked voice asked.

“I’m here!”

You got up again, tripping over a log and landing on the ground. You groaned, turning over on your back.

“Where is everybody,” You asked.

Cristina ran over and helped you sit up.

“Uh… Lexie’s dead.”

You blinked twice.

“No,” You whispered.

“Mark’s next to her body, and Meredith’s looking for Derek.”

You nodded, looking down.

“Are you okay?”

“My hand’s broken.”

You held up your wrapped-up hand in front of her.

“Dr. Robbins?!”

“I’m here! I’m here.”

You nodded.

Late at night, everyone’s condition started to worsen. Derek’s hand was broken. Mark’s breathing was getting worse. Arizona’s leg was more infected than ever. It was cold too. You leaned against a rock next to the fire. You breathed heavily, shutting your eyes. The cold was getting to you.

After a week of starving in the wilderness, you woke up in a hospital. You sat up a bit, wincing in pain. You checked your hand and saw it was completely wrapped up. You saw Meredith walking through the hall.


She jumped up and looked at you.


“Where are we?”

“A hospital. Why?”

“Where is everyone?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”


You nodded.

“Have you seen Derek?”



She walked off with her IV. You sat there before hearing a rush of footsteps run in. You turned, only to get hugged tightly. You blinked twice.

“Oh, thank god.”

You softened.

“Alex,” You whispered, placing your head on his shoulder.

He held your head in his hands and kissed you repeatedly. You scrunched up your face a bit. He planted a kiss on your lips.

“You okay,” You whimpered, placing your good hand on his back.

“My heart almost stopped. I thought something happened to you and I wasn’t prepared to face it. Then I saw Mer and she told me you were fine, just a scarred hip and a broken hand.”

You nodded. He kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, I broke my hand.”

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Oh god, you’re okay,” He whispered.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded.

“I love you. I love you, and I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I want to hold you so you won’t get hurt or leave my side. Promise me you won’t leave my side.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, and I promise.”

Hayes Grier - Dirty q&a (part 2)

Request:  can you do a continued of the Hayes dirty q and a where Hayes wants to act on the dirty thought then they kinda become fuck buddies then they develop feelings and admit them in another dirty q and a and Hayes asks you out? I understand if ur busy, but I love ur writing so it would be awesome!!!

Part 1


“This party sucked,” I sighed as we finally got home. I threw myself to the couch not even bothering to take my jacket off.

“Yes, I don’t even know why we stayed for an entire hour,” Hayes said agreeing. He lifted my legs, sat down and then took them into his lap.

“Did you see that weird girl dancing in the backyard?” I asked laughing at the memory of the girl. It was one of the most bizarre things I had even seen. That girl had moves.

“Oh my God, yes, she was a disaster!” he chuckled shaking his head. “I should have record it, I could make her Vine famous!”

“Oh, poor girl. You know I miss those time I could enjoy myself like her. She didn’t even give a fuck about what was happening, she just wanted to have fun and she did!”

“You know what I miss?” he asked sighing.


“Having sex.”

“Don’t even start, I feel so bad since I broke up with Steve,” I groaned standing up. I peeled the jacket off me while he lay down to the couch.

“Don’t tell me that he was so good that you miss being with him,” he laughed and I could feel his gaze on me as I took off my boots.

“He knew one or two things,” I shrugged. “But if we are talking about exes, I’m not so sure also that your ex was such a good sex partner,” I said raising my eyebrows at him. He sat up and had a huge grin on his face.

“She had a great body, I can’t complain.”

“Ah, asshole, the only thing you care about is the body.”

“It’s just an important thing,” he defended himself. I just sighed and walked to the TV in order to find something to watch. I was running through the channels when he spoke up and said a surprising thing. “We should have sex.”

I froze and then turned around to see if he really meant it. He looked at me with a serious face.

“What?” I asked laughing putting my hands to my hips.

“You heard me,” he simply said.

“What are you talking about, Hayes? Are you horny?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the thing. We can agree that we find each other attractive, we just admitted it in a YouTube video, and now we just admitted that we both want to have sex. Why don’t we have sex with each other?”

I stared at him for a long moment taking it in. My best friend just offered me to have sex with him just because we missed having sex. I felt like it was the biggest joke of my life, but I had to admit that he was hot and I imagined some dirty things with him.

He stood up and walked up to me looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Just sex, nothing else. What do you say?” My head screamed no, because it was a stupid idea, but my lower area won and I accepted the offer.

Instead of just answering him I crushed my lips to his and kissed him hard. It was different from what I imagined, but it definitely turned me on. And him. Yes, I could feel how turned on he was.

We quickly got rid of our clothes and made the beast out of our little agreement. Luckily it was just the two of us in the house so we could do whatever we wanted to. And we totally took advantage of it. First on the couch, then on the floor and we kind of had a third round in my room not even bothering to keep quiet. Hayes surely knew how to make a girl happy, and I think I also did a good job.

I thought it would be super awkward in the morning, but it wasn’t. That night made a change that turned our friendship into a friendship with benefits. And we had those benefits very often.

He would come over randomly and we would have amazing sex, then continue everything like we used to. It was just the best.

We went on like this for weeks without anyone noticing it, and it became our routine. But I started to feel like I needed… more. We didn’t talk about others, but I thought Hayes was seeing other girls and I started to think about it when we were together. I wanted to tell him but I knew it would ruin everything, so I kept it for myself. Until the day we decided on doing another dirty Q&A video.

“Hey guys, we are here again with an amazing dirty Q&A video and we are going to answer your questions you sent us,” Hayes said smiling to the camera.

“Okay, so the first one,” I started and looked down to my phone. “Who is the one who takes the longest to take a dump?”

“It’s me,” Hayes admitted raising his hand.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t admit it either way because I’m a girl,” I sighed. “Hey there is a good one. How often do you shave, Hayes?” I asked turning to him smiling. I knew he didn’t need to shave that often, and I was curious if he would admit it.

“Um, I surely don’t shave as much as you.”

“You asshole!” I shouted but I couldn’t help and laugh.

“Oh, you love me,” he grinned at me and suddenly kissed. Even though it wasn’t live and we could cut it off I was surprised by it, but I didn’t say anything. We just turned back to the camera and continued the video.

“Okay, my turn now. Here is one,” he said taking a deep breath. “Is that true that Hayes fell for you after starting to be friends with benefits?”

I blinked at him taking the words in. It definitely wasn’t a question, but at first I didn’t even know what it was, but then he spoke up.

“Listen, I know that it’s going to sound stupid, but I thing I might want more than just… sex. I don’t want you to see other boys, I want you to be only with me. But I get it if you don’t feel the same.”

I simply switched off the camera and then turned towards him. He looked so sad and hopeless, my heart was just melting that he felt the same way like me.

“Will you please say something?” he pleaded. But instead of saying anything I choose the nonverbal communication again. I sat onto his lap and kissed him. But it wasn’t like the first time we kissed, because it had emotions in it. It was gentle and sweet and lovely. I run my fingers through his hair pulling at the end as his hands slipped under my shirt to my back.

“Does this mean we are, like… together?” he asked breathless when we pulled away.

I bit into my lower lip and nodded.


“Then I would like you take you out for a proper date,” he smiled at me relieved.

“I’m in. But first, make love to me,” I whispered into his lips.

“I never did anything else. Because that’s what you deserve. Just love.”

See Him Pt. 1

Group & Member(s): BTS’ Namjoon & Taehyung 

Genre: real world! au/angst

Word Count: 2.1k 

Summary: As your bestfriend, It’s Namjoons’ job to be there for you. When your boyfriend screws up beyond repair, he knows his chance to tell you his true feelings has come…but still you struggle to see him for the guy he is.

Warnings: drinking 

a/n: this is a continuation of the storyline from See Me

You lifted the tiny glass to your lips, already anticipating the burning feeling in the back of your throat.

“I think you’ve had enough”

You cock your head to the side to look at him with a blank expression.

“Really? Because I think I could have another” you retort, turning your attention back to the shot.

You slung your head back and allowed the liquid to seep into your mouth. Cinammon and fire explode on your tastebuds. You wince, waiting for the sting to stop. Warmth begins to spread over you and you relax into the couch.

Namjoon shakes his head, disappointed. “You’re going to regret this tomorrow”

You roll your eyes, staring off into space. “There’s a lot I regret already”

Before he could get another word in, Hoseok comes barreling towards the couch, the alchohol in his system clearly controlling him more than he realized.

“Hey! Y/N! Where the hell is your boyfriend?!”  He slurs.

You felt a clench in your gut as you sat back up, reaching for the bottle on the coffee table in front of you. Slowly you poured yourself another shot, ignoring Namjoons frustrated grunt behind you.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Hobi” You reply, slinging the shot back at once.

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SummerSailWeek (Jaspar)

Okay, so the boys’ current adventure inspired me to write this. Sorry. - July 2017 ///

Joshua Pieters is drunk. Absolutely fucking pissed. There’s no doubt about that. And somehow his glass seems to fill itself up every time he decides that he has had enough. Music is blasting in his ears and the only thing holding him upright is the mass of writhing, sweating bodies around him. The sun set a few hours ago. Or maybe a few minutes. He’s not sure. The air smells like sea salt and cigarette smoke and perspiration and weed. He tries calling for his mates, but can’t seem to locate even one of them. Where did they disappear to?

A girl with dirty blonde hair is tugging on his arm, causing beer to slosh around her cup precariously. She’s grinning maniacally, breath reeking of alcohol.
“Let’s go for a swim!” the stranger insists cheekily, now pushing her chest out to show off her cleavage. Josh shrugs her off. He has a thing going with someone back in London and, quite frankly, the girl just doesn’t do it for him.
“Prick!” he hears the holler as he starts trudging toward their yacht once more. Well, he hope he’s heading in the direction of the boat. The girl’s friends’ sniggers are still echoing in his ears and he just can’t seem to focus on even walking properly. Perhaps another drink will clear his senses…

Just as Josh is about to turn around and head back towards the bar, he crashes into the approaching figure of Jack Maynard. Jack looks considerably more sober and laughs heartily when he realises in what a maudlin state Josh is. He scowls at his former roommate. Suddenly, he can’t remember where exactly he was headed.

“Jack, buddy, where’s…” he starts, but stops mid-sentence due to a fit of hiccups. Jack is still chuckling, apparently finding Josh’s current situation bloody hilarious.

“Where’s,” he starts again, desperately trying not to wobble on the spot, even though the earth seems to be spinning 100x faster than it’s supposed to, “Joe and Caspar?”

He’s lisping his words. Yeah, he must’ve been looking for those two. Sounds about right.
Jack eyes him up and down, looking concerned.
“Mate, how fucking wasted are you? Caspar and I just arrived. Where do you think they are?” he replies before rolling his eyes, giving Josh a sympathetic smile and disappearing into the crowd once more.

Only now does Josh realise just how drunk he must be. Because of course he knows where Caspar and Joe are. Together. Like they always are. Bloody inseparable. And he really does not want to intrude right now. They haven’t seen each other in a couple of days and a hot and bothered Jaspar is something he’d really rather not see. So he shakes his head and goes looking for something to drink instead.


Caspar Lee is sprawled across the double bed in Joe’s cabin on the yacht which Joe, Oli and Josh occupied until now. He discarded his shirt somewhere on their way here. Or maybe before that. Honestly, he’s a bit tipsy. Anyway, Croatia is bloody hot and he’s still sweating, even in just his swimming trunks. His best friend is lying next to him, also shirtless, gesticulating wildly as he brings Caspar up to date on all the adventures he and Josh and Oli had while Caspar was with Jack and Byron and the rest in Ibiza.

“Mate, this is the best fucking place. Let’s just stay here,” Joe says, grinning lazily at him. His head is resting on his propped-up arm and he’s splayed on his side, so that he can look at Caspar while talking.

“Yeah,” Caspar answers absent-mindedly - more than a bit distracted by Joe’s gorgeous abs and tanned skin so close to him - heat practically radiating off his small frame. Sure, they have a lot of catching up to do, but right now Caspar has other things in mind.

“So, how was Ibiza?” Joe enquires, examining his fingernails. Caspar doesn’t say anything. He gets up, swiftly closes the door to the cabin and crawls back onto the bed, needing to touch Joe right fucking now.

Joe throws his head back and laughs.
"What are you on about, Caspar? Right now?”
But there’s a mischievous twinkle in Joe’s eyes and he’s spreading his legs ever so slowly. Caspar grins happily and finally lowers himself on top of his best mate, their sticky chests instantly plastering together. He feels Joe’s hot breath against his neck and sighs contentedly.
“I missed you so much, buddy.”
Now it’s Joe’s turn to be silent.

Caspar moves against Joe’s crotch, earning himself an adorable little whimper.
The stuffy cabin is getting hotter by the second, but Caspar can’t be bothered to waste time turning on the air conditioning.
“I’m really fucking knackered, mate. Tomorrow morning,” Joe says and chuckles, his chest vibrating against Caspar’s. Caspar huffs in annoyance, but he knows that Joe’s only teasing. He wants, needs, this right now as well.
“Joe,” he moans, pouting. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Joe raises his eyebrows. “You’re fucking insatiable, mate. You know that?”

This best-friends-with-benefits thing started about a year after they moved in together and continued after they moved out (of course). Everyone always jokes about the sexual tension between Jaspar. Little do they know where that initial careful touching and those seemingly innocent cuddles eventually led. They aren’t gay. Not that either of them has a problem with homosexuality or any other sexuality, of course. Honestly, they’ve never really given much thought to this thing between them and what it actually means, what it says about their sexualities and themselves. It just feels…natural to get off with Joe. It’s like they’re getting themselves off, they decided once, since they’re essentially one person, always being together and sharing each other’s thoughts. “Telepathy” all their friends always say while shaking their heads when one of them completes the other’s sentence. And there isn’t any romantic feelings that comes with the sex and kisses and touches and hand-holding. Just love, but the kind you have for your soulmate, your best friend. There isn’t anything weird about it. Okay, Caspar knows it’s not exactly considered normal to participate in sexual activities with your best mate and that the touching and cuddling should actually be platonic… But when has he and Joe ever been normal? What they have is something special, something most people can only dream of.

Joe tugs a little on Caspar’s hair, resulting in the escape of a tiny, embarrassing yelp from Caspar’s mouth. Caspar smiles gleefully at the action and swiftly sits up, before grabbing onto Joe’s lean frame and lifting the other boy unceremoniously so that he’s straddling Caspar’s lap.
“Fuck you,” Joe exclaims, but he’s grinning and pressing his small body shamelessly against Caspar’s lower region, resulting in low groans escaping both of them. They are so comfortable in each other’s presence. It’s actually concerning. That’s what their mates say at least. They spend way too much time together and yet it’s never enough.

Caspar pulls himself from his thoughts and instead hungrily presses his mouth against Joe’s, who responds immediately and eagerly by sliding his tongue into Caspar’s mouth. Caspar reacts so swiftly that their teeth clash, hard. This results in the both of them erupting into a fit of giggles, but they continue after they’ve calmed down. Joe is clutching and tugging at Caspar’s hair, grinding faster against him now, panting slightly. Their ragged breathing is drowned out by the noises of the ongoing party. Caspar is rock-fucking-hard. He pulls away from the kiss only to attack Joe’s neck again, biting and sucking and worshipping the sensitive skin there. Joe makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat and Caspar smiles against him, pleased at always being able to reduce the sarcastic, seemingly cold boy to a quivering, blushing mess. Joe is his and only his.

"You’re leaving marks, Jesus,” Joe says, sending a shiver running through Caspar.
“Fuck it,” he replies and bites down on Joe’s shoulder lightly, earning an encouraging moan for his efforts. Joe is moving his body more boldly against Caspar’s now, the friction created by the drag of their dicks, separated only by two thin layers of fabric, against one another driving Caspar insane. He’s trying to prevent his eyes from rolling back in his head at the sensation of Joe’s hard-on rubbing against his own. A wet patch is forming in his swimsuit and he wants it off. He needs to come and yet he needs it to last forever. Joe continues his torturous rhythm of twisting and bucking his hips. Caspar digs his nails helplessly into Joe’s back, desperate for something to grab on to, because he is falling apart. Joe smirks sardonically and pushes himself even harder against Caspar. It is too fucking much.

"Joe, oh God, slow…down,” he breathes against Joe’s neck, the lovebites there already turning a raging mixture of red and purple. He runs his fingers slowly through Joe’s hair, staring into his eyes. Joe grunts, but does as Caspar asked nonetheless. Caspar starts tracing lazy circles across the other boy’s abdomen, hard muscles contracting beneath his delicate touch. He kisses Joe’s collarbones and dips his tongue into his clavicle. He lets his fingers roam until they found Joe’s pert little nipples, before he pinches them lightly. Joe moans and lets his head drop onto Caspar’s shoulder, still sitting in Caspar’s lap and palming his erection. Caspar loves the way Joe moans. He moans like a fucking pornstar, all loud gasps and shouts and desperate grunts. He flicks his tongue across Joe’s chest, before taking one of his nipples into his mouth and sucking softly. Joe bucks fiercely against him.

"Caspar, Jesus, Caspar, please.”
He’s begging now, his fingers digging into the headboard behind Caspar, trembling. Caspar merely hums against him.

After a few minutes of wandering hands that grip and feel and squeeze and worship, sloppy kisses and whispered endearments, Joe becomes really impatient, his grunted pleas not having fazed Caspar in the slightest. God, he is an impatient one, always nagging at Caspar, who likes taking his time in bed.

"Mate, if you’re not going to fucking…” he starts furiously, but Caspar cuts him off by pulling him into a crushing hug, teasing. Joe pushes him away with surprising strength. He grips Caspar’s wrists in a steady hand, pinning them above his head. Then he’s briskly pulling down Caspar’s swimming trunks, murmuring something that sounds like “fuck you” and the gruffness of his voice sends Caspar’s heart beating out of his chest. It’s, of course, nothing compared to Joe firmly and suddenly cupping him in his hand. Caspar throws his head back, marvelling at the sensation of Joe’s capable fingers wrapped around him. His mouth is hanging open and Joe is most likely going to mock him for it later, as well as his loud breathing, but right now Caspar doesn’t give a fuck.

He pulls his arms free from Joe’s loosening grip and, with fumbling hands, reaches for the smaller boy’s swimsuit. He can’t seem to pull it off properly, too focussed on Joe’s hands that are everywhere, all over him, moving in just the right way. Joe huffs in fake annoyance and slips out of his pants himself and tosses them across the room, revealing his marvelous, leaking prick.

"Fuck, Joe,” Caspar breathes against his neck, reaching to grip Joe’s length firmly in his palm. Joe truly is beautiful. Caspar can’t think of a word that describes him better. He loves Joe’s floppy, impossibly soft hair - always impeccably styled. He loves his lively eyes and his smirks and grins and soft smiles. He loves his slender wrists and ankles. He loves his portruding hipbones and spine. He loves his tanned skin and thick eyebrows. He loves his nose and his ears and his fingers and his knobby knees. Caspar just thinks Joe is gorgeous. Joe doesn’t believe it when Caspar tells him, of course. Always brushes it off as a joke or taunts Caspar about it…

Joe’s dick is hot and heavy and a trickle of pre-come coats his hand in stickiness, but he doesn’t mind. Their position is a bit awkward and their arms knock together on several occasions as they wank one another with relentless strokes, but he doesn’t mind.
Of course he doesn’t mind. This is fucking brilliant. With a hazy mind and his favourite person in the world on top of him… Caspar can’t possible be any happier. He pulls Joe harshly towards him with his free hand, trying to smash their mouths together again, but it sends both of them tumbling into the soft, fluffy duvet. Joe falls on top of Caspar, their arms now painfully trapped between their bodies.
"You little shit,” Joe says and laughs. He sits up, astride Caspar, his free arm placed on Caspar’s chest for support, and resumes his skilled strokes. They continue to jerk each other off, both rapidly nearing their climax. There’s no lube around, so, sadly, they’ll have to wait until they’ve purchased some before they can go all the way again. But this is enough for now. As long as Caspar gets to be with Joe. After all this time, they know exactly how to get each other off; what they like, what they don’t, how to get there quickly, how to draw it out.

"Joe…want to…together,” Caspar wheezes, as his lungs are failing him. They perpetually do in Joe’s presence. Joe nods his acknowledgement and speeds up his paste a little. Caspar pulls Joe’s face down towards his own and bites down on Joe’s bottom lip in an attempt to be a bit more quiet, but Joe’s surprised "oh” just manages to fuel Caspar’s wanton sounds. He feels his orgasm coming on; it’s going to be a mind-blowing one, all right. He grips Joe’s dick tighter and swirls his thumb over the exposed head, dipping slightly into the slit. Suddenly, Joe swats his hand away from his prick, earning himself a puzzled look from Caspar. Joe climbs off him and Caspar instantly feels shattered, confused. Did I do something wrong?

Joe merely laughs - a deep, throaty chuckle. Then he kneels between Caspar’s shaking legs. And, without warning, takes Caspar’s cock into his mouth.
“Jesus fuck, Joe!”
Joe moves his tongue over the tip, tasting the bitter-salty pre-come residing there and feeling way too fucking aroused at the thought of Caspar disappearing inside of him. He licks along Caspar’s shaft, making his dick twitch in anticipation. Then, finally, he swallows the entire length, so that his nose is buried in the nest of curls from which Caspar’s dick is proudly jutting. Tears are leaking out of his eyes, his nose is running and a dribble of spit is dangling off his chin, but all Caspar can think is “beautiful”.

And then he comes. In long white spurts down Joe’s throat while screaming “fuck fuck fuck” over and over again. Joe only needs to give himself a few tugs before he’s coming too, scrunching his eyes shut and exhaling loudly. He lies down next to Caspar once more and snuggles closer to him, sticky and still panting.
“I missed you, too,” Joe whispers in his ear after they’ve regained their ability to speak. Caspar swings his arms around Joe, his back now pressed against Caspar’s chest.
“I love you,” they say at the same time. Joe’s eyes are closed, but his breathing hasn’t yet turned even. Caspar regards him endearingly, running his fingers slowly up and down his bicep. Beautiful. And maybe it’s the alcohol. And maybe it’s some divine force intervening. But Caspar realises, finally, finally, that perhaps he has been in love with Joe all this time. And that maybe they have always been more than best friends. And suddenly he wants to hit himself and scream and curse for being so fucking stupid for so bloody long. And he knows that he has all the time in the world to tell him, but he whispers anyway, “I’m in love with you.” And Joe smiles knowingly. And kisses him slowly. And then they fall asleep in each other’s arms. And everything is as it’s supposed to be…


Josh makes sure to not even go near Joe’s cabin when he stumbles onto the yacht at around 4am. He warns Oli as well. And wonders when his two closest friends will realise that they have been in love all this time. He thinks it’s bound to happen very soon, if it hasn’t already.

Breaking Free

Requested by an Anon: If requests are open could you do one with Happy to the song Shameless by The Weekend.

I looked at my phone, not wanting to pick it up and call Happy, but I needed him. I needed to be held, to feel some sort of connection with someone. I picked my phone and dialed his number.

It rang twice, before he answered. “I thought you weren’t doing this anymore!” I could hear him smirk through the phone.

“Please Hap, I just need you…can you come over?” I heard him sigh. My body tensed, waiting for him to answer. I hated that I was calling him, I was trying so hard to break free of the hold he had on me.

“It’s not going to change anything girl….”

“I know, it’s just been a day….” I couldn’t finish my sentence before the tears started to build. He must have sensed it, I could hear him breathing on the line.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” I dropped my phone on the bed, getting up, I went to wash my face. I only had five minutes to make myself presentable.


I lay in his arms afterward, wishing things could be different. I’d give anything if he’d make me his old lady. I hated the whole friends with benefits thing, at first I was fine with it, but after several years my heart couldn’t take it.

It yearned for more, it needed a stronger relationship; a committed on. I mentioned it to Happy, with the hopes he felt the same. I was heart broken, when he didn’t. So I stayed in the friends with benefits rut for another three months, then last week, I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I just stopped it all, stopped being available for the random hook ups, until today. My day went to hell, so I broke down and called him, and here I am, once again laying in his arms. Wishing for something, that would never happen.

He gently pushed me away. “I’ve got to go!” I frowned that he was leaving so soon. “I told you on the phone, that it wasn’t changing anything. I don’t do relationships.”

I let out a sigh, watching him get dressed. I know for my heart I really should end this relationship but I just can’t. The little bit of attention I get from him, is just enough, to have me going back for more.

“You know I’m always here for your needs, but that’s all this is ever going to be. Call me the next time you need me.” He walked out the door.

I rolled over, closing my eyes. I really need to stop calling him, I can’t do this anymore. It was time to break free.


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Bad Love

Story: Theo Raeken X Reader
Song inspo: Mad Love by Jojo
You know, love is just one of those things
You can’t really explain, it’s insane
Type: Mild smut
Warnings: Possible trigger for abuse

Words: Y/N = Your Name      Y/F/C = Your favorite color

Originally posted by michaelcligford

                        The room was a mess. Paper was scattered everywhere, broken light fixtures, claw marks on the furniture, and trails of blood here and there. Theo’s grip on your neck tightened, not cutting off air but enough to show you how serious he was. This fight was the biggest one the two of you had.
                          One of the lacrosse guys, Angelo, flirted with you during gym. He went as far as give you his number and placed a kiss on your cheek. With a wink he went back to jogging leaving you in a flustered mess. Theo saw and lost his mind. He nearly went on a killing spree, he’d never been this angry before. When you got home from a late night study session, Theo sat on the recliner in your living room, waiting for you.
                     "Jesus Christ, Theo! What are you doing here?“ You saw that he went in your dad’s alcohol cabinet and poured himself a drink, "where were you?” Furrowing a brow you dropped your bag by the front door and walked towards him, “studying, how much have you had to drink?” Theo yanked the bottle away once he saw you reaching for it. “Studying? Are you sure you weren’t too busy fucking Angelo?” “Excuse me?” Theo and you were only friends with benefits. At first it started out as fuck buddies but overtime the two of you became like friends. Despite that progression, he had no right to talk to you like that. “You were weren’t you? Being a little slut, right?” Holding the door open, “you need to leave, I don’t know what the hell is your problem but you need to go figure that shit out.” He walked towards the door, instead of walking out he placed his hand over yours gently, while gazing into your eyes. A second later he violently slammed the door and revealed his gold eyes. “I smell him on you!”
                          Now here you both were, reaching a climax in the fight. Both of you had a choice to make; walk or stay. Theo’s sharp stare bore a hole through your skull. It’s was the silence that was more deafening then all the screaming and shouting the two of you did.   “I’m not yours, why do you care?” You said through a strained voice. Theo crashed his lips against yours with his hand still around your neck. The powerful kiss cut off oxygen in your brain making your head spin. You placed your hands on his hip to keep some kind of balance. Theo pulled back giving you a chance to breathe. He lifted you chin to meet his eyes. “Yes, you are.”

Lay here with me in the dark
I know my edges are sharp
But sometimes the pain is what hurts you so good

                    “Hey Y/N, do you have a partner?” You didn’t have to look up to know it was Angelo. His smooth voice stood out from other guys. About two weeks after the whole incident with Theo, he did something that pushed you over the edge. You called it quits and you haven’t heard or seen him anywhere since then. His big hazel brown eyes looked hopeful when you meet his gaze. “Nope.” He flashed you one of his sexy smiles as you got up. The game was simple. Teams of three or two battled each other in a relay race. At each station was a puzzle or physical activity, the team must complete certain tasks at these stations but it requires complete teamwork or it doesn’t work at all.  The new gym coach, Kell, was very into shows like American Ninja Warrior and Wipeout and always showcased it at gym. This game was called Tag Team. “I think we should go with y/f/c”  You gasped at his choice. “What? Bad pick?” “This just so happens to be my favorite color” He held the ribbon to your face, “I agree, it complements your skin”
             The wind rushed through your hair as you ran across the field. Soft but strong hands gripped yours, you turned to meet hazel brown pools reflecting determination. This gave you strength. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours as you two celebrated the win. Angelo looked a bit shocked when you pulled away and jumped up and down. He didn’t kiss you, you grabbed the back of his neck to plaster a sweet yet eager kiss on his lips. The whistle blew signaling the end of gym before he could say anything. Dressed back into your school clothes,  you went to the back to get some water from the water fountain. Once you quenched your thrust, a pair of hands snaked around your hips and pulled you in.  The kiss was brief before you saw who it was.  "That was some kiss but I thought I deserved a better one, don’t you think?“ You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck to close any gap between you two. This time, the kiss was more hot, dancing tongues creating heat. It all stopped when Angelo was tackled to the pavement receiving punches from a very angry Theo Raeken.
                "Theo stop it!” You pulled back his arm but he pushed you back, knocking you onto the floor. He kept going at it. There was nothing you could do except cry for him to stop. Once he heard your sobs he got off the floor and cleaned off his hand with a towel.  Theo threw the blood-stained towel onto Angelo’s face. His attention was now devoted to you and instead of the brown eyes you found yourself to familiarize with, his eyes were almost black. He yanked you up from the floor and wrapped his hand awfully tight around your wrist. You cried out in pain and tried wriggle out of the death grip.  Theo squeezed a bit tighter as he led you to his truck.
               The car ride was very silent. You rubbed your wrist where he grabbed you. It had a sharp sting to it every time you touched the bad bruise. The car pulled up in front of the house. You got out of the car and rushed to the front door so you could quickly get in and away from him. Being a werewolf, he had already caught up with you and you could feel him close behind. As you tried to unlock the door, you felt him press up close behind and take each of your wrists in his hands and holding them up on the door as he moved his knee to rest between your thighs. Your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes began to tear up as he secured your hands high above your head with only one hand. The other trailed down your body from your arm, lightly running over the side of your breast before coming to a sudden stop on your hip.  

               You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he moved slowly to your ear and grazed his lips against it slightly. “I seem to remember that you’re mine, right?” Theo spoke in a low, steady voice. You shivered and the tears that bundled up inside began to lose control as one tear slid down your cheek. “When we walk through this door, I will make sure that it burns in your mind…your body…I will have you how I want you…and this time, you’re going to listen…” His hand moved away from your hip to caress above your jeans. A moan flitted from your mouth and you could hardly believe that came from deep within your chest, your head fell back to rest on his shoulder. Theo bit down on your neck and kissed it to relieve any pain he may have caused.

                “Am I understood, Y/N?” the hand that caressed your skin, slipped into your jeans, rubbing over your heat. Using the silky material of your underwear, Theo rubbed circles around your clit, making it hard for you to answer or let alone speak properly. You could feel your folds dripping, soaking up your panties. In response to his touch, you rode his hand as his fingers artfully worked over your core. This his new approach to show that this was him claiming, taking possession of you, he was also showing you how much you wanted him as well.

               "Answer me, Y/N. Do you understand that you are mine and no one else’s?“ Theo clamped his fingers down on your clit and your knees buckled as your hot core clenched tightly, making you cum on the doorstep. Using his knee between your thighs, he held you up, and in the middle of your orgasm you cried "Yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes…I understand” You whispered.

               "There’s my good girl" he said. “Now open the door.” He released your hands slowly and backed away. You fumbled with your keys, hurrying to get inside. Once you opened the door, you tossed the keys on a table by the door and your bag as well. Theo closed the door and you turned to him. He grabbed your waist to mash you with him and snaked a hand into your hair while his lips violently took yours into a fervent, hard kiss. You opened your mouth to allow his tongue to enter.

                His hands pulled off your shirt then rested at your waist, creeping towards your breasts. He rubbed them over your bra and pinched your buds. You groaned into the kiss and he pinched you harder, making you gasp in what was almost pain. Theo pulled your head back by your hair kissing a trail to your ear and then down your neck, licking and sucking. You shivered as you watched him drop to his knees and undo your jeans. Standing before him in black silk panties and bra, he stood and stared at you, his heated gaze. He pulled his shirt over his head, undid his jeans, dropped them and his boxers to the floor. Theo stood before you naked, his cock hard and throbbing.

                  He came to you and kissed you again, hard and passionate. He backed you up until you were against the wall with nowhere to go. “Get on your knees and suck.” His voice was raspy and harsh.

                  You wrapped your lips tightly around him. His hand wrapped up in your hair as you took his balls in your hand, working them over and pulling them, nails scratching lightly over them. You let your tongue circle around the head of his cock, sucking, slowly taking more and more of him in. You could feel his cock swelling in your mouth, throbbing, getting harder and harder. He wrapped his hand tighter in your hair as he began to thrust into your mouth. You sucked him harder, opening wider as his thrusts became more powerful. You took him all in, spit running down my chin as he drove harder and faster, gagging you and making you take him in. With a loud grunt, he pushed his cock into your throat and you felt his cum explode as you sucked it, swallowing every drop. He untangled his hands from your hair and stepped away from you, his breath coming hard and fast, but beginning to slow down. As you did, you fell to your hands and knees in front of him, wheezing to catch your breath. “Get up.” You looked up at him, surprised at the hardness in his voice. You stood in front of him shakily, using the wall behind me for support.

You give me bad love
But I’ll take what I get, I’m starvin’ for it

                Theo turned and walked to the bedroom. You assumed you should follow him, so you started after him, your knees weak. As I came into your room, he sat on the chair in the corner of the room and motioned for you to come closer. He stood, grabbing you and quickly, he turned you over the arm of the chair and you felt a stinging blow as his hand came down hard on your butt. “That’s for kissing Angelo, my little slut,” he said gruffly. His hand came down again, the sound echoing in the room. “That’s for not listening to me,” he growled. You braced myself and then felt the third stinging blow. “And that’s so I can feel your ass grow hot under my touch,” he whispered, his lips barely grazing your ear.

                 You moaned as you felt his hands caress your ass, running a light touch against the painful after-hits. His hand dropped between your legs and he roughly pushed a finger into your wet pussy, and then two. He began to pound you with his fingers, working you into a frenzy as he fingered and talked to you. “You’re gonna cum all over my hand again….You’re so hot with your ass hot and aching for me….Fuck my fingers baby…” Theo moved so that he was hitting your clit with every thrust and you trembled all over.

“Tell me,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me you’re cumming for me, Y/N”

                 "I’m cumming, Theo, I’m gonna cum for you" You yelled, cumming hard on his hand, your walls clenching his fingers. Still not coming down from your high, Theo pushed himself into you.
                 He started thrusting hard and fast. The sounds of slapping filled the room as his hips slammed against your backside. Wanting to feel even better, you pushed my butt back at him, increasing the thrusts, making Theo go deep and hard. “Oh, God…you feel so good, Y/N…I’m gonna cum…” With that, Theo moaned loudly and tensed up behind you. His thrusts became sloppy and with one more long stroke, he released his hot seed deep inside you. His orgasm caused the last one out of you. Theo picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying you down and crawling up beside you. Wrapping an arm around you, Theo pulled you close to him, settling his softening cock between your butt cheeks. “You’re mine, Y/N. I love you and if you leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do.” You interlocked your fingers with his, “I love you too, Theo. Even if you’re bad for me. I can’t and I won’t leave you.” The two of you dozed off to sleep after listening to each other’s breathing.


Taking My Life Away Part 7

Originally posted by sherryzizi

Originally posted by mariaslittlestuff

Summary: You get a job in another city, forcing you to leave your best friend behind. Or not.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 989 

A/N: Sorry part 7 took a couple days! I was really busy at work! Also, I’m trying to figure out my masterlist still, but again, I haven’t had too much time! I did however figure out how to put the last few parts on this one! (hopefully it works!)  I don’t think there’s really any warnings for this part. Please let me know if you wanna be tagged (or untagged!) Also if you wanna be tagged in anything that I write, please let me know :) Also If you’re not a vegetarian please just insert whatever you want :)

Previous: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6**

“Burgers, really?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at me confused. 

“What’s wrong with grabbing burgers?” 

“You’re a vegetarian.”

“You’re not though. And I know you love good ol’ fashioned diner food.” I pat him on the back and opened the door, motioning for him to go in. He fake bowed before entering. We were greeted by a stout older woman, with white hair and a warm smile. She led us to a booth in a back corner, took our drink order and said she would be right back, with a wink towards Bucky. 

“Doll, they don’t even a veggie burger.. What are you going to eat here?”

“Fries!” I shrugged. 

“That’s not dinner.”

“Barnes, don’t tell me what I can or can’t eat.” he rolled his eyes at me. 

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