i want to bite his nose

The flu - Frederik Andersen

A/N: Some Freddie fluff for y’all.

Word count: 1183

Warnings: maybe a couple of bad words and some fluff.

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“Hej, min kære. (Hello, my dear)” Freddie says, walking in your shared apartment and closing up the door behind him. He is only being gone for five days, but you’ve missed him. “How are you?”

You are beyond miserable, lying on the couch, wrapped on a fluffy blanket and surrounded by used tissues and bowls of chicken noodle soup. You have caught the flu at the office three days ago; at first it started as an itchy throat, but now you have a fever, your nose is stuffed and your throat is sore from coughing so much. And you haven’t told Freddie about it because you didn’t want him to worry.

“Hey.” You say. Your voice is raspy and congested, and Freddie frowns when he sees you wrapped like a burrito, with your eyes watering and your nose as red as a tomato.

“You didn’t tell me that you are sick.” He is not accusing you of anything, but you can clearly tell that he is slightly upset by it. You take care of him every time he is injured or sick and he wants to do the same with you.

“Didn’t want to worry you.” You say in between coughs. Your throat feels like sand paper every time to talk, swallow or cough.

Freddie’s frown deepens as he leans over the back of the couch and kisses your forehead to feel your temperature. You are burning up.

“I’m going to head to the store to get you some medicine, Gatorade and more tissues. Do you need anything else?” He asks, walking to your bedroom and changing his clothes quickly.

“More soup and a new body.” You reply, grabbing a tissue from the box and blowing your nose. It doesn’t matter how much you do it, you can’t breathe.

“I’ll be back soon.” He promises. He walks towards you, looking for a kiss, but you are quick to pull him away. He looks slightly hurt by it, but you aren’t risking getting him sick too.

“The Leafs Nation would murder me if I get you sick.” You say and he rolls his eyes. Freddie is really touchy and cuddly, and you know he is going to have a hard time staying away from you.

Freddie is not gone for long, but when he gets back from the store you have fallen asleep. He doesn’t want to bother you, so he puts the stuff he’s bought away and walks to the bedroom to unpack and watch some TV until you wake up. When he hears you stir up on the couch, like you always do in bed right before waking up, so he decides to get the soup going for you.

“Freddie?” You ask, slightly disorientated. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you definitely feel a tiny bit better.

“Here, baby.” He says, walking out of the kitchen with a bottle of light blue Gatorade and a couple pills the pharmacologist have told him that are great for the flu. “Take this. I’ll bring you food in a little bit.”

You do feel terrible, but you are enjoying having Freddie taking care of you. He has made you soup, put on your favorite TV show and watch it with you sitting on the other side of the couch and giving your cold feet a nice massage and made hot chocolate to drink with your before bed pills.

“Let’s get you in bed, babe.” He says, but you shake your head.

“I think I’m gonna stay here. You need to get some sleep for tomorrow’s practice and game and I don’t stop moving and coughing.” You say, fluffing up the pillow you’ve been using all day and lying back down.

“You can’t be serious…” He starts, but you cut him off.

“Freddie, go to bed. I’ll be fine here.” You don’t want to sound mean, but you know that he won’t go to bed alone if you don’t stand you ground.

He huffs something in Danish, turning around and walking in the bedroom, the door slamming the door behind him. There is nothing you want more than to climb in bed with him and sleep snuggled to his side, but tomorrow’s game is important and you don’t want your boyfriend being sick if you can avoid it. He can hate you until you get better.

When you wake up the next morning it is almost noon and Freddie is gone. It took you a while to fall asleep last night, but you are feeling much much better today. Your throat doesn’t feel as raspy, your nose is not as stuffed and you are actually hungry for something that isn’t broth and noodles. You make yourself a smoothie and scrambled eggs, eat and take your pills having no trouble swallowing. You have stepped out of the shower when you hear the front door opening.

“(y/n)?” Freddie asks.

“In the bathroom.” You scream back, towel drying your hair and rubbing some oil into the ends of it as you always do.

“You look much better.” He says with a smirk, looking up and down at your body, only covered by a fluffy towel.

“I feel much better.” You confirm, putting moisturizing on your skin.

He looks at you as you do your skincare, bodycare and haircare routines before walking passed him towards your wardrobe, where you get dress in a pair of leggings, sports bra and one of Freddie’s long sleeves Maple Leafs tshirt that looks ridiculously big on you.

“Does that mean that I get to touch you now?” He hopefully asks.

“No way. I’m not completely recovered and you are so not getting the flu because of me.” You say, trying to walk around him on your way back to the living room where you have set your little illness camp.

“Fuck the flu.” You hear him say and then you feel his strong arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor.

Freddie carries you to the bed, carefully setting you down before pushing you until you are lying on your back and he hovering over you, his arms caging you and his hips pinning you down so you can’t move.

“Give me a kiss.” He says and you giggle, shaking your head. “(y/n), we are not moving until you give me a kiss.”

“Ne-ver.” You tease him, trying to escape from him even though you are enjoying his proximity.

“I just want a kiss.” He pouts, caressing your nose with his.

You bite your lower lip as your hand caresses the side of his face. You finally give in and bush your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

“That’s a start.” He says triumphantly. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”

“Can you sign a contract that says that if you get sick it isn’t my fault?” You joke and he rolls his eyes once again.

“Kiss me and shut up.” He says and you happily oblige, crashing your lips with his. You haven’t feel so well in the last few days, and it has nothing to do with the flu.

anonymous asked:

Hi i hope am doing this right as am a prompt virgin so to speak. I was wondering if you please write a Stiles/Derek story using one of my other favorite tv shows The Voice. I would really love to have Derek as the famous judge and Stiles as the contestant who when Derek turns for it's love at first sight on both sides. I could also picture them mapping out how they feel by using cheesy love songs

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: T, Word Count: 863
Fluff, Pining, Getting Together, Musician Stiles, Musician Derek, POV Derek

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The show is over. Finally. The last couple months have been agony. Not just because of the never-ending practicing and rehearsals, the tight schedules, the constant suspense of who would make it through to the next round; it’s been months of pushing his feelings down, not even daring to let them out through his song writing, afraid he wouldn’t be able to push them back down was they started pouring out.

Derek nods to familiar faces on their way out to one of the after parties. They barely notice him, their minds already at the party, and probably already a little drunk, too. He’s grateful. At least they won’t stop to talk to him. He would not be able to hold up his end of a conversation at the moment. The adrenaline rushing through his veins right now has him more on edge than in the minutes before the winner was announced. As a coach, he was on the edge of his seat, of course, but it hadn’t been about him. Now, though…

He takes a deep breath, holds it for a second, and knocks on Stiles’ dressing room door.

‘Come in!’

‘Hey,’ Derek says, forcing his nerves out of his voice.

‘Derek!’ Stiles’ smile is bright and mischievous. With that smile and his voice, no wonder he got to where is now. ‘Come to rub my loss in my face?’

‘What loss? Finstock still signed you,’ Derek reminds him. He closes the door behind him. The noises from the hallway fade until they’re almost inaudible, and he realizes he’s alone with Stiles. That was the plan, but it really hits him now. He hasn’t allowed himself to be alone with Stiles since the first time he saw him, not once. Now, it’s just him and Stiles.

‘So, if not to gloat, what brings you here?’ Stiles asks. ‘Ask for a duet for your new album now that I’m a superstar?’ He smirks and winks.

An involuntary smile pulls at Derek’s lips, and he shakes his head. ‘No, I’ll have my agent contact you about that.’

‘Oooh, professional,’ Stiles coos.

‘I did come to ask you something though.’ Derek swallows, his heart hammering in his chest. He knows he’s not wrong about the flirtations whenever they talked, the looks Stiles threw him during many of his performances, but a small voice in the back his head keeps asking: what if you are wrong?

‘Ask away,’ Stiles says, his voice is softer, expectant, his joking manner gone.

‘Your last song tonight, did you…?’ Derek can’t finish the question, nerves cutting off his voice.

Stiles nods. ‘I sang it for you.’

Derek feels like he’s flying and he has to look down to make sure that his feet are still on the ground. When he looks back up, Stiles is standing right in front of him. He reaches out and takes Stiles’ hands in his. It feels so good to be finally able to do this.

‘Would you like to go on a date?’ Derek asks.

‘Fuck yes,’ Stiles whispers with fervour, then bites his lip. ‘Wow, that didn’t sound desperate all,’ he snorts.

‘Well, the situation was getting pretty desperate,’ Derek says. ‘I’ve been wanting to ask you out since the moment I saw you.’


‘Yeah. I was upset, at first, that Deaton pushed the button sooner, but when I saw you I was relieved. A coach falling for one of their contestants would’ve been pretty inappropriate.’

‘I’m not a contestant anymore,’ Stiles reminds him, moving closer until they’re toe to toe. ‘And you’re not a coach.’

Derek bumps their noses. ‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Fuck yes.’

Derek closes the final inch between them. Stiles smells like sweat, deodorant, and make-up; he tastes like those god-awful energy drinks he loves. And it’s amazing. Derek moves his hands to Stiles’ waist and pulls their bodies flush together, as Stiles slides his hands into Derek’s hair, tilting his head and deepening the kiss.

He has no idea how long the kiss lasts, but when they finally break apart for air and he catches sight of himself in the mirror, his face is flushed and his hair is a mess. His lips are red and a little swollen. Stiles doesn’t look any less debouched, with his shirt half untucked and red splotches of beard burn around his mouth. Both their eyes look a little glazed.

‘That was nice,’ Stiles sighs.

‘Yeah.’ Derek realizes his hands are still fisted in Stiles’ shirt. He lets go to place his hands on Stiles’ hips. ‘Do you have a date for the afterparty?’

Stiles blinks. ‘You want to go on a date right now?’ he asks. The wonder is easily read on his face.

‘Do you want to wait another day?’

‘Fuck no,’ Stiles grins, shaking his head. ‘But maybe another fifteen minutes so we can both change and look less like we’ve been making out?’

‘Okay.’ Derek lets go and turns towards the door. ‘You want to take the same car?’

Stiles nods. He looks so happy that Derek has to reel him back in for another kiss.

‘I’ll see you there in fifteen,’ Derek says.

‘It’s a date.’

(The song Stiles sang was Demi Lovato - Ruin the Friendship)

top 5 Seb looks

I was tagged by @iamteambucky and @steverogersnotebook

1. When he flips his hat as Jefferson

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2. When he runs his fingers through his hair

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3. when he flips that knife

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4. When he bites his lip

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5. When he laughs

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Flirt (Intro)

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fuckboy!jungkook, college!au, smut?, angst?
words: 1.9k
member: jungkook (ft. taehyung)

despising jeon jungkook as he hooks up and steals your best friend away from you. 

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Jeon Jungkook.

The man who every girl on campus had an eye on, along with his crew of other fuckboys. He would show up on campus with different girls everytime, wrapping their arms around his frame, “claiming him”.

You despised him though, because his next target was your best friend.

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Cute Things Boyfriend!Tom does (part 2)
  • if for some reason he arrives somewhere separately from you, he will give everyone in the room a general “hello” before coming to you privately and saying another hello, just for you.
  • whenever he goes shopping for new trousers or has a fitting, he sends you dramatic videos of him showing off how they look in a mirror and zooming in on his bum. (he’s usually singing “my hips don’t lie” of course)
  • though he’d never admit it, after a long period away from you, he likes to be the little spoon. squirming in closer to you and hugging his arms over yours
  • brings you out golfing and even though you’re not particularly good at it, he still cheers you on. (”that’s it darlin’!” “nearly!! you’ve nearly got it!)
  • he also love the excuse of holding you close when helping you set up your swing
  • (there’s also usually a cheeky whisper in your ear, “have we ha sex on a golf course yet? would you like to give it a go?”
  • when he drives, his hand is either laced with yours, resting on the center console or on your thigh, his thumb has also taken to rubbing soothing circles whenever it touches your skin
  • Tom has trouble leaving just one kiss on your skin, he’ll place four, five, six in a row before pulling away
  • he also will mumble “i’ve got to go” against your lips, whenever your make out session needs to end, however; he never can seem to pull away
  • when he’s feeling particularly needy, he will beckon you to lay on top of him and then he wraps his arm around your shoulders so your so close to him, you don’t think you can breathe while he speaks to you in a mushy, gooshy voice “i love you sooooooo much! i never want to leave ya ever again!! love you so much lovely.” 
  • secretly loves when you call him really affectionate pet names
  • like peaches (which you started calling him when he had his wisdom teeth out and his swollen, pink cheeks reminded you of the sweet fruit)
  • occasionally pretends to bite you, every where and any where 
  • recently, it’s a cheeky one to your bum, the bridge of your nose or one to your shoulders with a teasing “just like you when we do it!!”
  • long phone calls to his mum when where he can’t seem to shut up about you “mum, i’m just really, really happy.”
  • “you spell things wrong!!!” he will laugh before adding a “u” into “color” and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head with a “silly girl”
  • squishes your cheeks together and, in an american accent, giggles “Mr. Bus Driver!! Please I’m stuck in the doors!”
  • if he’s off in the bedroom or in a room away from you, you get a text from him that reads “why aren’t we cuddling?”
Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 4/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Angst & Fluff


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It was now Monday morning and Eddie felt his numb fingertips jitter at the seams of his jumper, feeling the weaves under his senseless skin without his pulse guiding him. 

The pills were messing him up. Bad.

His doctor had prescribed the soft pink and white capsules in order to stop being gay, as if what he had was some sick mental illness. Eddie’s mother thought he was twisted, that the rumours weren’t true and that people were lying about her pride and joy. Several days later she realised that Eddie was in fact a homosexual boy. However, she refused to believe it and dragged him to every therapist and doctor in order to ‘save’ him.

He didn’t need saving, he was gay and that was that. He had only told Bill, Ben, Mike and Stan but somehow the word got around school, eventually a teacher had confronted his mother about the matter. He didn’t mean for everyone to know, but now that everyone did- the reaction he got towards his sexuality choice was repulsive.

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Destiel + established relationship + blind!dean

For @prayforjensen. Happy birthday, Lee! I love you!!

Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge. 

He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.

Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.

The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day. 

When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars. 

It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.

“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

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Views (Smut)


Word count: 2,557

“This is amazing, Shawn” I muttered, my jaw dropping amazed. 

“Dude, it’s dope” Brian agreed, nodding excited. 

Shawn had invited us all around to see his new flat and though the rooms were impressive, Shawn’s view over Toronto beat every view I’d ever seen in my entire life. Even the sunset Brian and I once watched in Sri Lanka didn’t do this one justice.

“Your mother outdid herself finding this” I said, looking out at the CN Tower lighting colourfully up in the dark. 

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Bearded Bucky.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .

Words: 2.476

You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day. 

Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.

You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.

“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”

“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.

“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”

And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team. 

“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”

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Bello Magazine Photo Shoot - Cody Christian Drabble

Word Count: 850

Warning: Implied smut descriptions 😉, also, not proof read. I was too eager to get this posted, so sorry for any errors, ha.

Author’s Note: For all the Cody Christian fans who got extremely thirsty after seeing all of Cody’s photos and videos from his Bello Magazine photo shoot, this one is for you. 

[My Teen Wolf Master LIst]

I saw Cody walking towards the photographer, slowly undoing the sleeves of his jacket before he took it off. Except, he didn’t take it off completely. He pulled it off from his shoulders. My eyes immediately landed on his broad and tight chest. Then, my eyes trailed along the curve of his abs, before following down to his happy trail. I bit my lip, wanting to touch him with gentle feather-like touches, tracing every beautiful curve of his body as my lips kissed every inch of his tanned body with small butterfly kisses.

I licked my lips as my eyes landed on Cody’s tight pants, showing off his sexy thick legs. I knew how hard he had been working out at the gym lately, how focused he is about taking care of himself and eating right. It was paying off. Boy, was it paying off. Suddenly, I felt for stupid getting after him for spending more time at the gym than with me. Now, I’m all for supporting his gym life.

My eyes slowly wondered back up, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to him. I wanted to lightly run my nails along his sides, just under his rib cage, knowing it absolutely drove him crazy. I wanted to lick, bite, suck that sweet spot of his on his neck and just behind his ear as I rolled my hips against his. All before I’d undo his belt, remove his pants and underwear, and slowly ride him with my hands on his chest, enjoying the soft yet tight skin under my palms as he dug his fingers on my hips.

I closed my legs together, trying to ignore the pool of wetness forming between my thighs as I looked up at Cody. He looked away from me and back at the camera with a teasing smile as he pulled the jacket back on, leaving it open to expose his bare chest. I knew that teasing smile. I had been busted.

Cody leaned towards the photographer as directed when I stood up from his chair and headed towards his trailer. I couldn’t stay another minute. If I did, I knew it would only leave me with a pair of soaked panties and completely frustrated.

“Lunch time!” The photographer yelled out. I overheard him say something, but I was too far to make out what he was instructing to Cody and his crew.

I opened the door to Cody’s trailer and leaned against the wall by the door, trying to catch my breath and clear my mind from the impure thoughts. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, which was getting calmer by the second.

My eyes flew wide open when the door opened. Cody walked in and closed the door behind him. He turned around to see me, surely completely flustered, hot, and bothered. He locked the door and smirked at me. I looked down and noticed he was still wearing that stupid jacket opened and those stupid tight pants. I bit my lip, trying to fight back a moan.

Cody leaned in and placed a hand against the wall, beside my head. His nosed brushed against mine, the warmth of his breath fanning against my lips. I licked my lips before biting the bottom one once again.

“I saw you…” his voice was so deep and low. “Tell me, what were you thinking?”

“How badly I wanted to rip that jacket off myself,” I purred as I quickly removed his jacket, letting my hands roamed every inch of his body before my nails trailed down his sides.

Cody closed his eyes and groaned as he placed his other hand on the wall to steady himself, now trapping me with his arms. “What else, kitten?”

I loved it when he called me kitten.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his sweet spot. “How badly I wanted to take these pants off,” I said between kisses as my lips moved down his neck and across his collarbone.

Cody hummed in approval as I traced his happy trail with one of my fingernails before unbuttoning his pants. “Are you sure we have time for this?” I whispered against his lips.

He nodded. “Hour lunch and I have to change out of these clothes.”

I smirked as I slowly pulled the zipper from his pants down and began palming his hardened member. “An hour lunch, uh?”

He growled as his hands slid behind my ass and lifted me up from behind my knees, guiding me to wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a small squeal as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Cody’s hand went back to my ass, cupping them before he squeezed them. I clung on to him as he held me against the wall. His hands began unbuttoning my shorts before he slid his hand down the front of my shorts. I gasped as his fingers slid between my wet slick folds. “And I know exactly what I’m eating for lunch,” he growled lowly before he crashed lips with mine.

What Would You Want?

Request: “hi i was wondering if you could do a fluffy sirius x reader where they’re just cuddling and talking about their future together (like having kids, getting married) idk ah i really love your writing btw !!”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: None

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It was very late on a Monday night. Most were sound asleep, but the toll that had taken its place on all the exhausted students due to the most dreaded day of the week didn’t seem to affect you and Sirius. Instead, you were lying on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, cuddling by the fire with a pleasant type of lethargy. You both kept saying how it was time to go up to your actual beds, since you both had the same early potions class tomorrow morning, but the urgency had seeped from your bones, being replaced by a thick laziness that weighed you down blissfully. The more you fought against it, the heavier it got. Eventually, you had simply accepted that you would probably talk into the early hours of the morning, only falling into sleep when you had no more words to say. Sirius’ arms were the most peaceful place in the world, it was no wonder why you had no desire to leave your spot.

“What would you have our wedding be like?” He asked after a long comfortable silence, his nose touching yours as he spoke.

“Our wedding?” You yawned. “Who said I’d marry you?”

Sirius let out a soft chuckle, his eyelids heavy.

“I know you’ll say yes when the day comes. You can never resist me.”

“And if I say no?”

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You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.

“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.

“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.

“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”

Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”

The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.

“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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All My Love


A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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summary: Some things that lurk in the dark are nicer than others. || bucky x reader || monster au || nsfw

warnings: smut, oral [fr]

note: this is my fic entry for my favorite hoe’s (@rotisserierogers) halloween challenge! i chose the prompts “monsters aren’t real”“no need to be afraid.” I hope you like this, babe! 

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Sirens Call

Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack.
Requested: Sort of.
Warnings: None.
A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.

I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date.  
I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting.  
“Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well.  
I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was  cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.

Slow Hands

You had spent a lot of the evening in the arms of this brunette with the eyes that were like an infinity pool—never ending.

Be it shots, on the dance floor, or sneaking smokes out back in the space that was not even an arm lengths away, you and Niall were inseparable from the moment you two first danced the last time you two met.  

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Sunday Mornings (Smut)


A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later. 

Word count: 2,536

“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering my face with my palms.

I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself from the comfy position under the warm blanket.

Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even opened my eyes.

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