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anonymous asked:

Maggie has Kara and Alex go out for sisters night because she has paperwork for a case to do at the apartment. Later noises wake Maggie up and she walks out to see Alex pulling behind her a giggly Kara cuffed to her belt loop and hovering a little off the ground. Maggie: "am I still asleep, what's happening" Alex: "I just wanted to see her drunk one more time and was worried about the safety of our building with a stumbling supergirl" Kara: "Alex don't be rude, pull me to Maggie so I can say hi"

ALEX HAVING A DRUNK FLOATING KARA CUFFED TO HER BELT LOOP “PULL ME TO MAGGIE SO I CAN SAY HI” THIS IS THE GREATEST I WOULD PAY SOMEONE TO DO A LEGIT DRAWING OF THIS I AM DED

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Body Heat

Request: Can you write a Sirius Black x Reader but the reader is James’ sister and Sirius tries to flirt with the reader and James is all like are you flirting with my sister and Sirius fires back or something?
Warning(s): Bar scenes, drinking, swearing, intense hugging(?), major Sirius feels. Honestly, just look at the title.
Note: This is my first Marauders’ imagine, so feedback is appreciated.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work where the reader is James’ younger twin sister.


Most brothers preferred to keep their social life separate from their siblings’. James Potter was no exception. Which is why, when Lily and Marlene urged you to meet the Marauders at the bar with them, you fervently declined.

“A bar? Filled to the brim with drunkards? James would never let me out of his sight,” you argued, moving away as Marlene approached you with a tube of lipstick. “I’m not going.”

She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Y/N.” Marlene gestured at your attire: Black hot pants and a long sleeved crop top. “You’re already dressed for it.”

You glared down at your outfit, tugging at the hem of your shorts. “I didn’t know you guys chose clothes for me to wear to a bar.”

“What did you think? Your arse is hanging out for tea with the Minister of Magic?”

Lily gave Marlene a warning look as you flushed a bright red. “Don’t listen to her, Y/N. Your arse is not hanging out.” She paused, giving you a once over. “Well…You’ll blend in, at least.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “James is going to kill me.”

“So what?” Marlene interjected. “He’s your brother, not your dad. Who cares what he thinks?”

I do; he’s my brother.”

A slight snort came out from Lily. “Marlene is right. You’re your own woman. You shouldn’t let the opinion of that arrogant toerag dictate your decisions.”

You and Marlene exchange glances. It was quite obvious that, over the years, James’ crush was becoming less unrequited. And although it was disturbing at first, you quickly accepted the idea that one of your best friends fancied your brother.

“You mean that arrogant toerag you so happen to like?” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Lily raised hers back defiantly. “I don’t like James Potter.”

“Yeah, right,” Marlene scoffed. “That’s like saying Y/N doesn’t have the hots Sirius Black.”

You frowned, ignoring the slight amount of heat rising to your cheeks. “But I don’t.”

Now it was Lily and Marlene who gave each other incredulous looks. It was clear neither of them believed your poorly concealed lie. They knew, no matter how much you denied it, that you had developed a crush on Sirius the moment he gave you a bundle of white flowers for Christmas. Just the thought of his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a single flower behind your ear made your butterflies come alive.

“Let’s pretend, for now, that we believe you.” Marlene checked the time. “But in this moment, I hear the firewhisky calling my name. Are you coming?”

“Sirius will be there,” Lily sang.

You threw your head back defeat. “Fine.” You paused. “But not because I want to see Sirius.”

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Namjoon; 

*bites his lower lip as he comes up from behind you, groping your butt*
“You know we don’t have to go out today.” 
*chuckles as he tenderly kisses the nape of your neck*
“I kinda want to stay in now and spoil my little girl.~” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung; 

*seems to space out as your butt jiggles while you struggle to slip your jeans past your bum*
“God damn it Jagi…” 
*purposely groans while adjusting himself*
“Look at what you do to me, you drive me crazy babygirl.” 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin; 

*watches you struggle from afar before coming up behind you, pulling your pants up*
“I swear to god I fucking love your ass, princess.” 
*proceeds to give you one hard spank before massaging the area*

Originally posted by 9taefox

Jungkook; 

*carefully watches as you bounce up and down trying to put on your jeans*
“Fuck me up, babe, you’re ass is so perfect.” 
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap princess.” 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jin; 

*automatically becomes overdramatic, gripping his chest as he falls to floor behind you; pointing at your backside* 
“Gah- Jagi, I have been attacked- I am severely injured. Your butt is just too much.” 

You;*giggles* “Babe, get up.” 

Originally posted by jitonic

Hoseok; 

*watches you wiggle your hips as you pull on your jeans while biting his lower lip*
“Babe, come here please.” 
*motions you to come over to him, his dark eyes watching as you make your way to where he is*
*wraps his arms around your waist before running his hands over your butt*

“My babygirl is just so fucking sexy.. I needed to touch you.”

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Yoongi; 

*sits there, enjoying the little show you unintentionally put on for him*
“Your bruises are started to fade, Jagi..” 
*moves directly behind you, hooking his fingers in your belt loops- pulling you down onto his lap*
“Maybe we should stay home and make some new ones instead.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

Nursey is so wrapped up in saying goodbye to the graduating seniors that he doesn’t notice Dex and Bitty disappear until Chowder pokes him in his ribs with a grin. “You’re gonna pretend to be surprised, right?”

Nursey is already surprised, and confused, but doesn’t say so.

When they get back to the Haus half an hour later, taking the long route at Chowder’s insistence, everything looks the same as it always does. That is until Nursey makes his way up to Lardo’s old room, determined to figure out what he’s apparently supposed to already suspect.

“Shit,” Dex curses when he spots him. “Uh, hey? Fuck. I mean. What’s up, Nurse?”

Nursey blinks several times in quick succession, but the image of Dex in the middle of hanging custom bookshelves on the back wall of their soon-to-be-shared-bedroom while surrounded by at least five of Nursey’s favorite baked goods doesn’t go away. “…I literally don’t even know where to start, bro.”

Dex’s head drops down with a beleaguered groan. There’s a number two pencil stuck behind one ear and a hammer hanging from one of his belt loops. It’s a good look on him.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Nursey adds.

“You weren’t supposed to know I installed this,” Dex mutters, eyes trained on the floor.

“And the pies?”

“That was mostly Bitty. I only made one of them.“ Dex shrugs a shoulder stiffly. "Well. One and a half.”

“And did you make me shelves too?”

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Things that feel something like love:

  • Neil returning from an out of state press event and fitting himself to Andrew’s side on their couch, thigh to thigh. The small bump of Neil’s head to Andrew’s shoulder, Andrew’s raised eyebrow, Neil’s quiet “I’m glad I’m home,” and Andrew’s warm press of lips
  • The drag of fingers across Neil’s back in the morning as they move around each other in the kitchen
  • The mug of hot chocolate Neil hands to Andrew during his blank days, when the scorching heat in his palm and the sight of Neil quietly working in the corner of the his eye are the only things threatening to get through
  • King getting sick and Andrew throwing Neil a look that says “your cat, your problem” but dialing the vet as Neil goes to clean up the mess
  • The small sigh against Andrew’s neck when he drags his nails over the back of Neil’s scalp
  • Andrew rolling over into the now-vacant, body-warmed spot on their bed and burying his head in the first pillow he can find
  • Weight and pull and gravity. Andrew’s hand on the back of Neil’s neck, a new car key being added to Andrew’s ring. Belt loops that bring hips knocking into each other, the tugging of a gym bag strap that means “let’s go home.” Spending 2 years falling into and out of alignment just to get to a place where they can permanently circle one another.

Listen, I’m touch-starved and I can’t stop thinking about these Andreil headcanons, so I gotta write them out and hopefully someone else will like them as much as I do:

*This is all imagined to happen after “yes or no”s have come up less frequently when it comes to casual shows of affection because “no”s have been thoroughly proven to be respected*

  • Andrew getting into the habit of spreading his legs every time Neil makes a motion to sit down in their living room and any of the other foxes’s living rooms so Neil can settle on the floor between them and sometimes lean his head against his thigh and his fingers will tangle in his hair and sometimes Neil will lean his head back and sometimes he gets a kiss and other times he gets a roll of the eyes and a few times he’s gotten a slap on the forehead along with a mumbled, “Fucking junky”
  • After getting a “from the hips up,” Neil spending an entire morning just tracing the lines of Andrew’s spine, the curve of his waist, the bulge of his bicep, following the movement of his back’s muscles moving as he leans a little more into Neil’s chest with his eyes closed in his peace
  • Neil just slumping on top of Andrew’s back whenever and wherever their standing and nuzzling Andrew’s neck when he’s particularly tired and trusting that Andrew can carry him without particularly paying any mind to the stares
    • Does this a lot in the morning while Andrew’s fixing them their coffees
  • Winter is sometimes a moisture sucking monster and makes it impossible to go a day without lotion, so take the time to imagine Neil hearing the sound of dry hands rubbing together and bringing out the bottle of Bath & Body Works lotion Renee gave him for his last birthday and pouring a whole shitload on his hands, asking for Andrew’s hand and just rubbing the lotion into his hands and higher depending on the outrageous amount he poured out
    • Andrew Minyard walking around smelling like Japanese Cherry Blossom gives me peace alright
  • Limbs, everywhere:
    • Andrew’s leg over Neil’s shoulder as their sitting in the living room scrolling through their phones
    • Legs weaved together, with Andrew rubbing his foot up and down Neil’s recently shaved legs in bed while they’re doing homework
      • Allison “accidentally” switched his lotion for a Nair’s bottle
    • Neil laying on Andrew’s ass while Andrew’s reading out of his Advanced Psychology textbook out loud to help him concentrate with Neil’s hand massaging his hips and thighs after a particularly hard leg day and a “yes”
    • Andrew laying between Neil’s legs, head smooshed into Neil’s chest  and hands under his sweatshirt and following the outline of his back muscles as Neil watches one of Kevin’s many “assigned” Exy games to study
    • Neil laying across Andrew torso with one arm wrapped over his shoulder and the other around his waist with his head on his chest while Andrew smokes with the window in their bedroom open above him with a hand on his back tapping along to the rhythm of the music playing from one of their iPods
    • Neil in Andrew’s lap with his legs wrapped around his waist with Andrew’s hand up Neil’s basketball shorts indulging Neil (and not himself tysm) in a thigh massage
    • Arm over Neil’s shoulder with his hand inside his shirt
    • Arm around Andrew’s waist with his fingers curled around his belt loop and finger hooked inside the waist band of his jeans
  • Andrew just sitting on Neil’s lap, with Neil’s head leaning against the sofa’s backrest, eyes closed as he’s soothed close to sleep, and just spending a good hour just combing back his hair, eyes staring uninhibited at the small pimples on his chin, the car lighter scars, the knife scars; one goes from his eyebrow to the bottom of his jaw, the other one crossing across to the bridge of his nose and the deepest one going from his temple to the top of his cheekbone, his thick eyebrows, his long, thick eyelashes, the soft smattering of freckles from his runs outside in the middle of summer, the line of his nose, the way the sunlight coming in contoured the sharp line of his cheekbones, the way his square jaw looked from every direction he could look at it from, his beautifully stupidly marked cupid’s bow, the small scar at the corner of his mouth from the one time his mom had slapped him hard enough to bleed when he had screamed to loud when she was stitching up a particularly painful cut, the small nicks from where his mom’s nails had cut him on his jaw and cheek from his lessons. Every single detail, Andrew making sure to memorize
  • Neil returning the favor and helping Andrew in his shower 
    • Don’t think he’d ever do it while Andrew is injured… Too vulnerable. Triggers have a tendency to rise when feeling like injuries can keep you from properly protecting yourself
  • Andrew taking an Anatomy class and having Neil as reference because working out had helped in making his stupid muscles become obscenely marked and having Neil naked in his bed and draped in his cotton sheets as he follows the line of the muscles he’s trying to memorize really isn’t helping but god- does it make it hard to forget just where the semitendinosus or the sartorious is and- God, does he wish he was doing this with his mouth.
    • he passed the course with flying colors
      • he would have been able to do it with the book alone
        • would have definitely saved him the embarrassment of having an inappropriate boner in the middle of class that’s for sure
  • Andrew making a habit of braiding his hair after Neil had come back from a sleep over with the girls with a pair of french braids and had really liked how they looked on him
    • i just really like braids and i really like the idea of Neil walking around campus with long hair and braids in his hair ok
  • Neil making a habit of giving him head massages when they’re sitting side by side doing shit together

It’s 4 am and this is all I can think of.

(100 years later I finally got to your prompt, mac-noa ! I wasn’t explicitly lovey dovey bc I didn’t want to be ooc and it’s only actually from Matt’s POV, but I hope it works for you!!!)

Matt and Dan walk in late, strung together by the hands, still flushed from kissing in the car pre-practice. They go sheepish when they see the unimpressed look on Wymack’s face. Renee smiles brightly at them and Allison gives them a brisk nod, but the monsters are in more disarray than usual. Bits and pieces of their group are missing, and it leaves Matt with the peculiar feeling of looking at a familiar photograph that suddenly has the faces scratched out.

Their ringleader is absent, for starters, couch conspicuously empty beside Kevin — who looks unmoved and stoic and nauseated as usual.

It’s not unusual for Andrew to do things just because it’s inconvenient for others, but it’s a little weird for Neil to skip out as well. It’s a lot weird that he’s late at the same time as Andrew when Exy hangs in the balance. 

Any association between them feels like something Matt has to fix, like he set something bad in motion by meeting Neil later than Andrew did in the fall. They’re probably off having one of their weird, close, angry looking conversations that always end in agreements Matt doesn’t understand.

Wymack waits thirty seconds past Matt and Dan’s arrival, and then he looks at the couch like it’s causing him pain, and starts delegating tasks for the day. He only asks once where the missing links are and there’s a lot of shrugging and staring straight ahead before he gives up.

They’re less rowdy than usual, and Matt thinks they’re all individually trying to solve Neil and Andrew’s absence in their heads. (As soon as they get up to move to the court, Allison starts whispering numbers for their betting pool until Dan bats her away.)

Matt squeezes Dan’s hand until she looks at him, and they have a brief conversation in smothered smiles.

They split up to change, and Matt straps into his gear feeling vaguely ill at ease. He keeps glancing at the door between straps and tugs of his uniform, and he notices Nicky doing the same thing. He smiles awkwardly when Matt catches him, and Matt feels a rare pulse of kinship for him. Both Andrew’s lot and the upperclassmen seem equally confused, so they have something in common for once.

The strange feeling follows Matt all the way to the court and through the first set of drills before Neil finally shows up, looking harried and flushed and all sorts of things Matt doesn’t usually associate with Neil.

He pushes into the court straight past Wymack’s blustering reprimand, and Matt catches the tail end of a flippant apology before Neil’s sprinting to centre court.

Matt stares at him. Neil waits, twisting his racquet in his hand, shoulders tense like he expects someone to toss him into the gameplay by force.

“What?” Neil asks, annoyed.

“You’re late,” Matt says stupidly.

“Twenty minutes late,” Kevin interrupts. “Almost like you’re trying to get worse.”

“He was with me,” Andrew says suddenly, breezing past them towards goal looking impossible to have spent twenty straight minutes with. Neil sort of jolts at the sound of his voice, and Matt eyes him narrowly.

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Guilty Pleasure {BBH} (M)

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Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him? // Requested

Genre: Smut / Angst / Fluff all of the above??

Word Count: 2,432 (possible series?????? three parts at max tho I’m a busy lady)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

“C’mon, you can’t say you haven’t thought about it.” Your best friend, Baekhyun, nudged your arm. “There’s no shame in it. It’d be nice to be with someone who finally knows what they’re doing.” You put your cup of coffee down and looked at him from across the table.

It was no secret that Baekhyun slept around, but you liked to keep things under wraps. As long as the boys didn’t know, everything was fine. Baek, being your best friend, found out on his own. You weren’t planning on telling him either.

You’d been living with Baekhyun for a couple years now - it was originally just for a few weeks until you could find a place of your own but the two of you quickly grew close.

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Important OTP Questions (Send a ship to my ask box and some numbers!)

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

17) Who is more protective?

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

21) Who cuts the others hair?

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

26) Who kissed first?

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

The Boy’s Locker Room: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

heeeeyy everybody! feedback would be appreciated on this one, and if you’d like to be added to the taglist for upcoming fics, lemme know :)

Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie have some fun in the locker rooms!

Warnings: this oneshot is NSFW and contains SMUT

Originally posted by ron-weasleys

(GIF not mine and I’m very aware this is a 13RW gif, but it fits with the fic, and I lowkey love Zach Dempsey)

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By Heart [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff

Length: 7.7k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Part One: Part Three: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The rain dripped across the glass windshield of the baby blue car parked in the middle of the street. It created tiny puddles on the dark concrete, pools of the liquid spilling along the curb, surging towards your feet. The headlights were illuminating the space in front of the car, the raindrops speeding by in the lit beams. Kyungsoo’s eyes were hard as he rolled down the window of the car, hair covered by a baseball cap as he stared off into the distance around you, tongue poking out to lick his lips once as he exhaled. His hand extended from the window, the water spotting his palms and turning the skin slick as his eyes floated shut, chest deflating.

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Too Nice || Jeff Atkins x Reader

mmmMMMM JEff and EuuGH BrycE

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Bryce Has Grabby Hands

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    When Jeff’s car pulled into the driveway of Bryce Walker’s house, it was already swarming with wasted teens. You grimaced, pressing back into the seat, your hands clutching at the seat belt; the only thing between you and the biggest party of the year.

    “Do you need help with that?” Jeff asked.

    Before you could reply, he had leaned over and clicked the buckle. The belt snapped back, leaving you feeling vulnerable, and a little nauseous. It didn’t make it any better when he moved to climb out of the car. He jogged over to your side, pulling open the door and reaching a hand out for you to take.

    You shook your head. “I can’t.”

    “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll be right by your side the entire time,” he said. He had to dip down a fair amount to lock his hands around your wrists. “Give it like ten minutes, and if you’re not having fun we’ll turn around and go home.”

    You relented, letting him pull you out of the seat and against his chest. His hands ghosted across your lower back, fingertips trailing along the curves of your spine. He had that look on his face again. The one where he gets that little, crooked smile, and his eyes can’t seem to look at anything but you. Or, more specifically, your face.

    “God, I love you,” he said quietly, bringing his nose down to boop yours.

    “I love you too, but I’m going to hate you if I embarrass myself,” you replied.

    He chuckled, a low, deep sound that rumbled through his chest and into yours. “If you embarrass yourself, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention away from you.”

    You nodded. “Okay, deal.”

    He pulled away and the two of you started towards the house. It wasn’t too long of a walk from the driveway before you were slipping through the door. Jeff ushered you through crowds of people—all either greeting him with smiles and pats on the back, or being too drunk to know he was there. He stopped you near the living room, pointing you towards an empty love seat.

    “Save me a spot,” he said. “I’m going to go get us some beer.”

    You grabbed his arm, hoping you didn’t look as panicked on the outside and you felt on the inside. “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be left alone.”

    “It’ll only take a second. Just try to relax.” He shrugged you off, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

    You settled down onto the love seat, watching the crowd as they danced to a song blasting from an expensive looking radio. You didn’t notice Bryce approaching until he was already stretched out next to you, an arm thrown around your shoulders. He was manspreading to the point that you were forced to press uncomfortably against the arm of the seat.

    “Y/N, good to see you here,” he said, giving his trademark smile. “You never come to my parties.”

    You felt his hand sliding down over your shoulder, too close to your chest for comfort. You tried to move away but he tightened his grip.

    “I’m, um, here with someone,” you responded. “I should probably go find him.”

    “You mean Jeff?” he asked. “He’s way too nice for you. You need someone man enough to rough you up a little.” His hand had barely cupped your breast when you felt yourself being jerked to your feet.

    You felt a cool wave of relief flood through you when you looked up, finding Jeff glaring at Bryce with the prospect of murder in his eyes. “Do me a favor, and keep your hands off of my girlfriend.”

    Bryce threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were here together.”

    “You’re a liar,” you snapped. “You did know.”

    Jeff clenched his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his varsity jacket. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him backwards as Bryce stood up.

    “Don’t you dare start a fight,” you whispered, hoping no one had noticed them yet. “Let’s just go, please.”

    Bryce smirked. “Better listen to your girl, Jeff.”

    Jeff spat on the carpet near Bryce’s feet, letting you pull him towards the door. “You better be glad she saved your ass, or I’d put you in the ground.”

    You didn’t let go of him until the two of you had made it outside and back into the car. Neither of you said a word for a long moment.

    Jeff was the first to break the silence, craning over the middle console to wrap his arms around you. He peppered a long row of kisses down your collarbone, right where Bryce’s hand had been.

    You laughed. “What are you doing?”

    He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Getting rid of your Bryce cooties.”

Night Owls--Harry Hook x Reader

Disclaimer-I don’ t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants 

Summary-You are a part of Uma’s crew, and you have a crush on Uma’s first mate, Harry Hook. One night, you get caught wondering in the deck by Harry himself.

Originally posted by unchxxrted

You take in the sight around you. The fresh salty air blowing through your hair as you breath it all in. Oh how you loved the sea. You hoped to one day be able to set sail on the open waves once again, but that was impossible, since the magical barrier prevented anyone from leaving this foul place. 

 It was dark outside and every one of the crew members were asleep. Being one of the lower ranked members of Captain Uma’s crew, you never really get a chance to enjoy the view of the ocean and horizon. You were mostly instructed to stay below deck, watching all the supplies to ensure nothing went missing. The only times you ever came above deck was when you went out to get a meal at Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop. Not much ever really happened on the Jolly Roger. The only reason you really stayed in this crew was because of Harry Hook. 

He was Uma’s first mate, son of Captain Hook, and the only person able to make you blush by just glancing at you. His tall, tanned figure towered above you and and the majority of the crew members. His clothes consisted of red and black, and many layers of leather, with a hat that shields his hair, though you occasionally saw him without it, revealing a thick mane of dark hair. Even his facial features were sharper than the hook he carried around to seem more like his father. 

But what always caught you’re attention the most were his eyes. He had blue eyes that were lighter than the sea, and stood out even more when he outlined them with black liner. They mostly held a stern look, but occasionally held affection and care. They showed his passion, his triumph, and his determination to make it known that Uma and her crew were not to be messed with. You admired that to most. 

But you never got to spend time with him. He was always commanding the others, carrying out Uma’s demands while you listened to his voice from down below. His Scottish accent was never hard to miss, and hard to resist. Even when the crew was at the chip shop, you sat on the far side of the counter while he was by Uma’s side, causing mischief with other members by shoving them and showing his dominance over them. He did that to the entire crew. 

Well, everyone except Uma. 

And you. 

Too busy in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the scuffle of boots along the deck. With a clearing of his throats you turned your head, and your breath hitched. 

There, before you in all his glory, was Harry himself. He was without his coat or hat, only his leather pants and belt clung loosely on his waist, his torn undershirt over his chest. His hair was uncovered, all tangled and rearranged, from tossing and turning in his sleep you assumed. He smirked a little, and slowly walked towards you. 

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, his stare never leaving your own. “What do we have here? A little night owl hovering about?” 

His voice seemed playful, but then again, he always used a playful tone when he knew he had the upper hand. You gulped, not wanting to respond. “Aw, why so quiet, catfish caught yer tongue?” 

You remained silent, which only made him chuckle. He came closer, making you pull away. You knew you were gonna be in trouble, since you weren’t supposed to be up and about in the middle of the night. It was one of Uma’s rules. 

He continued to snicker, watching you tremble under his gaze. You shifted your eyes to the ground, catching the glare of his hook on one of his belt loops. You began to pant. 

“I-I’m sorry, H-Harry,” you whispered, still shaking. 

“Ah she speaks!” He mocked, taking his right hand to lift your chin. “What are ye doing wondering around late at night. Uma would make ye fish bate if she found out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, couldn’t sleep I guess.” He didn’t respond. For awhile he looked at you, as if he was trying to remind himself where he had seen you. Then, he remembered. “You work below deck, don’t ya?” You nodded the best you can, since his finger still held your chin up. He smiled a bit, but not in a evil way. “Uh huh, I’ve seen you around, you talk with that Gary fella, right?” 

Gary was your friend, though he wanted to be more. You always rejected him, but continued to talk to him nonetheless, since you didn’t really know anyone else. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. 

“Poor fella, I’ve seen his attempts, yet ye never give him the light of day.” He snickered again. “What’s your name, little owl?” 

“Y-Y/N.” 

He kept looking at you, watching as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace. Then he spoke again. “So tell me, Y/N. Why don’t ya give the lad a chance, aye?” 

You thought about it for a moment and said, “He isn’t my type.” Your courage began to grow slightly as the lack of space between the two of you increased by the minute. 

His hand move from your chin to rest it on the post that pinned you, just to the left side of your head. His toned biceps came to view as he barely whispered, “And what, my little owl, is your type?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver as his breath fanned over your lips. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. Here you were, pinned to the mast post, in the middle of the night, by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who is asking you what your type was. You so desperately wanted to tell him that the only person to make your heart soar and butterflies to erupt was the one standing in front of you, but you couldn’t. You froze. 

Harry waited for your answer, but then he spoke up, “Well, do you know what my type is?” He smiled, leaning closer to you. You shook your head. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, smirking at your obvious heavy breaths. 

“My type,” he said barely above a whisper, “is a shy, timid girl, one no one really likes to point out.” You were confused as you why he was telling you this, but let him go on anyway. He pushed back a piece of hair behind your ear with left hand, letting it gently stroke your cheek as he continued. 

“My type is a girl who tries to steal glances of me, thinking I can’t see her, when I actually catch her every time, trying to do the same thing.” His hand continued down, stroking your jaw and collar bone, down your shoulder and arm until he grasped your right hand. He looked down at your two hands and smiled. 

“My type is the one who doesn’t fight for my affection, the one who only need to laugh to make my head spin.” He spoke, lifting your hand ever so carefully, sensing your ease as your shakiness subsided. He looked straight into your eyes, bringing your hand closer to his lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, and never breaking eye contact, not before he spoke, with a voice barely audible, “My type is you, Y/N.” 

His words ran a shiver up your spine, your eyes meeting his light ones. You wanted to tell him you felt the same way, but your heart was racing at his confession. His smile grew at your reaction, evolving in to a full on grin. He took this moment to admire you. 

Your long H/C hair circling your face as the wind blew it and how the moonlight reflected the glow in your E/C eyes. His thumb gently touched your bottom lip, which were oh so tempting. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He leaned in and captured his lips with yours, caressing both your cheeks as he did. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Your eyes were wide, as you didn’t know what to do at first, until you kissed him back. Once he felt you giving into him, he pulled you closer by your waist, allowing your right hand to stroke up his arm. He went to deepen the kiss, biting your bottom lip and giggling when you let out a little squeal. He picked you by your thighs, pushing you harder against the post, never letting the kiss end. You let out a gasp as you felt his lips leave yours, only to latch onto your neck, and up to the sensitive skin by your ear, nibbling it ever so slightly. Your fingers ran through his hair, earning a groan from him as you did so. He soon returned to your lips, picking the pace back up. 

Eventually, you pushed against him, your breaths heavy, leaving your hands to rest against his chest. He looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. 

“So, I guess I’m yer type then, aye?”

Jailbirds

Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X

Friday Night || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Meeting eyes with a boy in a club can only lead to trouble.

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1730 words (it’s so short I’m sorry)

A/N: is it hot in here? its hot in here


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percyyoulittleshit  asked:

You think you are funny?

Something comes over her at breakfast that morning. She sits beside Malcolm and listens absently as he explains his latest ideas for updated Camp defenses–chews on a piece of toast, taps her fingers against the table, makes vague sounds of agreement–but she feels inexplicably giddy today, for perhaps no other reason than being alive under a beautiful, sunny sky. 

Plus, Percy’s got a terrible case of bedhead, and his shirt is on backwards and inside-out, and she can’t help but smiling as she watches him, three tables away, falling asleep in his cereal. 

“Sounds good,” Annabeth says, bumping her shoulder into Malcolm’s as she gets to her feet. She tugs her baseball cap from her belt loop. “Show me the plans later.” 

Malcolm sighs. “Because you only heard half of what I said. Don’t cause too much trouble?” 

“You know me.” 

“That’s the problem!” 

She pulls her hat on and slips from visibility, makes her way towards Poseidon’s table, where Tyson is humming along to a song one of the Demeter kids is singing. Percy is too easy a target–his chin rests in his palm, his elbow at the edge of the table, and he’s already nodding off. She sneaks up behind him, safe and grinning beneath her hat, and pushes the at back of his head. 

He face-plants in his cold bowl of cereal. 

Campers around him erupt into laughter as Percy comes up gasping, milk dripping down his face and cereal clinging to his cheeks. He looks accusingly at his half-brother, who raises his hands in innocence, before taking a handful of scrambled eggs and smashing them into Tyson’s hair. The Demeter kid stops singing. Someone gasps. Malcolm–wise, exasperated Malcolm–groans. 

A familiar voice at the Ares table yells, “Food fight!” 

Annabeth is safe from the initial volley. Invisible, she ducks behind Tyson’s broad shoulders, misses a glob of jelly that flies right by her head. She’s content to watch the chaos–Will Solace wields bottles of honey, and Hazel flings waffles like discuses, and Piper is cackling as she shoots sausages from her cornucopia. Goblets topple over and stain the white tablecloths. French toast and bacon sizzle as they land on the central brazier. Campers duck beneath tables and slip around the pavilion and toss muffins at one another like dodgeballs. 

She thinks Clarisse is the one that ends up landing the hit that gets her found. It’s a splatter of strawberry jam, and it lands right at her jaw. She reels back from the force of it, reaches back to catch herself, probably makes some sound of surprise. 

And Percy, ever in tune with her, whips his head to the side. 

She crab-walks backwards, hand after foot, as if that’s going to save her. A huff of breathless laughter escapes him. He stares at her, through her, the smear of jam across her jaw, the only thing of her that he can see. There’s a flash in his eyes before he’s throwing himself from the table. He lands on top of her in a mess of limbs, wrestles his way up her body, pins her to the ground. 

She can’t help but laugh. 

“You think you’re funny?” Percy asks, grinning. He reaches up and pulls her hat from her head, reveals her face in its strawberry-covered glory, kisses her forehead and nose and cheeks until she aches with happiness. “You did this!” 

Annabeth wraps her arms around his neck and rubs her face against his, smears jam across his cheeks, his chin, his mouth. She kisses it, sweet and tart, from his lips. She thinks her heart is going to burst from happiness, from love. “Good morning.”

A/N This is my first Harry Hook and Descendants imagine. I hope this is okay. I’ve only seen the second movie once so I wasn’t quite sure how to write him. Also, I know that Harry is slightly mad so he’s pretty OOC in this. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. ALSO, this imagine does have a different storyline than the actual movie.

Summary: Harry helps Ben, reader, and the VK’s escape the Isle, and in return is brought back to Auradon with them. Requested by @sgarrett49

Warnings: minor spoilers

Harry Hook

If there was one thing you especially didn’t expect when you went to the Isle to bring Mal back, it was to bring another VK back with you.

Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook, had redeemed himself; he’d helped you all escape and had even went against his own pirate crew and captain; Uma. He had even rescued you when you were cornered by three pirates. For some reason, when he looked at your terrified face, he couldn’t help but go against his entire code and help you. And as you all left, Ben allowed him to get into the limo alongside the rest of his and Mal’s rescue team.

Now, just a few hours after the fight against the gang of pirates, you were dressed in the beautiful gown Evie had designed for you at cotillion. You stood on the sidelines and watched with a small smile as everyone danced on the ship that cotillion was being held in. There was a shallow pool of water that Uma had splashed into the ship after she attacked, but no one cared as they all splashed and dance after the events that had just happened.

“Now, what’s a beaut’ like you doing by herself at a party like this?” You suddenly heard a deeply accented voice ask. You jumped slightly in surprise, turning to look at Harry with a hand over your heart. “Harry! Don’t scare me like that,” you laughed nervously. He smirked, gently grabbing your hand that laid over your heart with his hook, pulling it up to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles, watching your eyes widen and your face blush as he did so. “My apologies, love.”

“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered, watching as he stood straight once more and let go of your hand. You looked back toward the dance floor, shoving a piece of wet hair behind your ear,“Im surprised you showed up, I didn’t think it was your scene. N-not that it can’t be, I just- uh, I just didn’t think you’d want to-”

He put a finger over your lips to stop you from talking, your eyes widening in shock. “I understood, dear.” He moved his finger away from your smooth lips,“But, I couldn’t miss a chance to see you in a gown.” You blushed once again,“Oh.”

He smirked at you, his eyes as daring as ever, and held out a hand to you,“Would you care to dance?” Your mouth opened in shock,“You want to dance with me?”

He nodded with a grin,“‘Course, that’s why I asked, dear.” You hesitated, but then as a new song started over again you decided why not? He did save you, after all. You placed a hand in his outstretched one, and shyly looked up at him,“Fine, just one dance. I do have to warn you, I’m not a very good dancer.” He chuckled as he hooked his Hook onto his belt loop so that he had both hands,“Thats alright, love. I’ll teach you.”

You stood on the dance floor, one hand in his and the other on one of his shoulders. He placed a hand on your hip, and your close proximity caused you to blush. You didn’t know why you were blushing so much, maybe it was because he was so handsome. No one could deny that. His eyes were a perfect, bright shade of blue that his eyeliner made even brighter, and his smile was gorgeous.

Harry also couldn’t deny that your gentleness and goodness intrigued him. How could someone be so beautiful, yet so sweet? How is it that he thought everyone in Auradon would be so unaccepting to the villains on the Isle, to him, yet all you’d done so far was accept him into your world (and he’d only been there a few hours). He was so angry about being abandoned, but when he looked at you he felt like… like he could actually be happy there.

The two of you began to dance to the music that played, a song not too upbeat but also not too slow. You grimaced when you stepped on his foot,“Sorry.” He only grinned,“It’s alright, Y/N. I’ve felt much worse.” With a frown at his words, you looked up at him. He was already looking down at you, a soft gaze in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. He shook his head softly,“Don’t apologize, its not your fault. Plus, I have a feeling I’m going to be a lot happier here… hopefully with you by my side.”

Your eyebrows furrowed lightly,“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, no offense, but it’s not at all what I expected.”

You allowed him to spin you outwards, and then into his arms. One arm still held yours as he held you close to him, swaying softly. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. “There’s just something about you that hooks me in,” he practically purred, his voice causing you to shiver. He spun you back at again, and the two of you went back to your original position. The song ended, and your eyes were glued onto his,“You mean it?”

He nodded,“Every word.”

You looked down at your feet for a moment nervously before looking back up. You hesitated, before gently pressing your lips onto his cheek,“I’d love to get to know you better, Harry.” You backed away, letting go of his hand and shoulder before walking off. You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a sweet smile for just a moment.

He sighed, wondering how you’d already begun to change him in only a few hours,“What’ve you done to me, Y/N.”