luscious kiss

Take it Slow (NSFW)

Imagine: Tom comes home after spending three months away in America filming a new movie, but the moment his eyes fall on you, he is more than ready to make up for all the lost time.

Author’s Note: wassuuuuup, so here’s some tommy h smut because my birthday is on the 19th and this was a fUcken party to write, so enjoy this horny version of our homeboy tom as a gift from me 2 you!!! p.s. i was a mess writing this good luck soldier

Word Count: 1700+ UNEDITED

Soft lights flickered dimly around your small room, contrasting greatly with the bright hallway light which streamed through the bottom of your bedroom door. The faint roaring of car engines beyond the barrier of your window was somehow calming, assisting you in relaxing further into the cool, white sheets. A series of yawn-ridden ‘goodnights’ were called around your family house before you called out one in return. Closing your laptop, you decided to check the illuminated screen of your phone one final time for any texts or missed calls from Tom but, yet again, there was nothing.

He had continued to promise, over the phone, merely hours ago, that he would come straight over to your house after he had land. And, according to the last text message you had received, Tom had touched down at ten thirty. As your phone’s digital clock verged on midnight, you couldn’t help but let out an exhausted sigh. You sunk lower into the bed, giving up on any hope or chance you had on seeing your boyfriend tonight. Nevertheless, barely a second after that thought passed through your mind, a soft knock rapped against your door. Immediately, your tired eyes became very alert, pulling the covers down slightly as you quietly called, “Hello?”

The door creaked open, revealing Tom in a black pair of jeans, a white shirt and a navy hoody which was lazily slung over his broad left shoulder. He adorned a sheepish, tired smile which tugged on his lips as his eyes fell on you. Your eyes lit up as you essentially flung yourself out of the comfort of your bed and into his warm, strong arms. The sports bag which once hung from his other shoulder dropped to the floor with a thud, his shoulders slumping as his large hands lowered, enclosing around your body, tugging you flush against him. A loud chuckle rumbled through his chest as you looked up towards him. Raising your hands to Tom’s face, you brushed your fingers gently over his lips; as if in a trance.

“Hi, angel,” he grinned. Leaning down to press a long kiss to your soft lips. “I missed you so much.”

To Tom, you were ethereal. With unkempt hair, which fell down the length of your back and glimmering eyes shining back at his; you resembled a goddess. Even the long, loose shirt which did not cling to your body whatsoever seemed to turn him on. You seemed to look even more beautiful than the last time he had seen you.

A light laugh tumbled from your lips as you whispered, “Speak for yourself.” You were utterly mesmerised by Tom. Despite the stubble which had grown just above his upper lip, he hadn’t changed much at all. The room fell quiet, the only thing that was audible was the soft exhale of you and Tom’s breath.

“You look so handsome,” you whispered. “I feel like no human should be able to look this good in sweats after a fourteen-hour flight.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I have to just stop you right there, cause you look so gorgeous right now, I just need to-“

Lifting your leg up, he laid you back onto your messy bed, pressing a rushed kiss to your lips. Pushing his hard, built body down onto your soft one, a welcomed shiver shot down your spine as you involuntarily wrapped both your legs around his torso, attempting to bring the pressure of Tom’s tightening pants between your thighs, where you needed it most.

“Ah, ah, ah” he tutted. “Not yet, angel.”

Groaning quietly, you brought your fingers to the hem of his soft shirt, moving it up and over his head, causing his hair, which was shorter than usual, to look less neat than it usually was. Pulling away slightly, Tom brought his left arm down to your right leg, and urged you to wrap it around him once more with a hushed, “Come on. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

Using his forearm for support, he slowly grinded down onto you, his lips meeting yours as he did so. The second time, with more pressure, caused a muffled moan to escape from your mouth as you pushed your mouth into his shoulder; attempting to silence yourself. Hearing your soft moans caused Tom to squeeze his eyes closed, a raspy string of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘baby’ being whispered into your ear.

“Tom,” you whimpered. “Please.”

Sitting up, Tom brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt this time, slowly pulling it up over your head revealing your bare chest, which stood out, being slightly paler in contrast to the rest of your body. A smirk wiped over his face as he brought his mouth down to the exposed skin; sucking and licking, humming as he did so. Your head tilted back, slightly overwhelmed with Tom being everywhere on your body at once. His mouth brought wetness and warmth, while his colder hands slid up and down the length of your body and your leg, allowing goose bumps to rise off the surface of your smooth skin. This was definitely your version of heaven.

Taking his time, Tom’s mouth slowly made its way down your body; he made sure to pay attention to every inch of skin which covered the expanse of your body before his mouth hovered just above where your black underwear met your hip bones. With glistening eyes, he looked up to you, wetting his lips before slowly lowering his head, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he did so.

First, he peppered a mound of kisses across your inner thighs, teasing you, as his nose brushed against the thin, lacey underwear where your wetness had gathered. Your eyes fell shut at the arousing sensation which caused your body temperature to sky rocket, your hips jolting as he lightly brushed his thumb over your underwear. A needy whimper left your mouth as the wetness of his tongue slowly dragged upwards, causing your breath to quicken.

Tom’s eyes watched you intently. He was determined to get you as worked up as possible before he even giving himself the opportunity to release the restraints his boxers were currently giving him. With your eyes, screwed shut, and your delicate fingers roaming up and down your body; Tom was fully aware of what you were doing. Lifting your hips up, Tom leisurely slid the lace panties down your smooth legs before smugly tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans, giving you a sly wink in the process.

Tom’s large, rough hands skimmed along your thighs before spreading them wider. His eyes carefully flickering up to your angelic face, as you lay sprawled below him. His head tilted to the side, admiring your body before leaning down to kiss your luscious lips one more time.

“Tommm,” you groaned, holding his jaw in your hands, rolling your head back into the pillows. “Please, just-“

“Just what, princess?”

“You know…?” you spoke gently, your cheeks heating, your eyes flickering down and back up to meet his. A knowing smile flashed across his face as he replied, “Actually, I don’t know, darling. So, by all means, enlighten me.”

You groaned, “Please don’t make me-“

“Tell me how much you want me,” he murmured, his breath hot in your ear. Your thighs squeezed together, trying to release some of the tension you were currently experiencing. Yet, Tom’s leg coerced them apart, separating them with the rough jean fabric clad to his leg.

“Go on then, baby,” he hushed, his voice low. “I know you want to.”

Steadily your hips rose upwards, grinding against Tom’s thigh, your breath began quickening again. Tom’s hand fell to your waist, slowing your pace and applying further pressure. His eyes remained locked on yours, intensifying the pleasure you were experiencing further.

“Fuck, you’re too much,” he rasped. The sensation you were feeling was cut short, causing you to groan again.

“I want you so bad,” you mumbled, your mind in a haze. “I need you, Tom.”

The next thing you knew, Tom’s tongue licked one bold line up your slit. An involuntary moan tumbling from your mouth as you did so.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, angel. Okay?”

With a hurried nod, an explosion of pleasure lurched through your body as Tom’s tongue flicked across your clit. He hummed, sucking and licking continuously, causing jolts of pleasure to flow through your body. Tom’s hands gripped your waist, attempting to hold you still while his tongue continued to circle your clit. Your hands immediately lowered down to grab onto his hair, guiding him to continue the action. You bit your lip, your mind cloudy; unable to focus on anything but Tom’s touch.

“Mm, you taste better than I remember.”

The room’s temperature had risen exceedingly, causing your body to glisten in the dim lighting the room provided. With Tom’s hot words spreading through your mind and the swirling of his tongue, you couldn’t bear to hold back on the exploding feeling any longer. Easing two fingers into you, the pace in which he flicked his tongue against you became more fervent and heated. You bit your lip, supressing the moans which begged to escape your mouth.

What pushed you over the edge was his gravelly voice, filled with need and lust, “Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you felt your back arching, rising as your body continued to pulse in pleasure, your fingers desperately tugging on his messy hair. Your toes curled and eyebrows scrunched together as Tom removed his fingers, continuing to lick and suck on the wetness he had created, slowing down as he fixed his gazed on your face.

Exhaling, you opened your eyes to find Tom’s eyes sparkling up at you, a pleased, cocky smile on his face. Your cheeks were painted in a rosy colour, your face glimmering in sweat. Another deep kiss was pressed to your lips, before you were rolled over and sitting above Tom. His hands trailing across your soft skin, a look of utter admiration swimming within his eyes as he observed your bare state which was slowly clambering down to his black jeans.

“Christ,” he snickered to himself in amazement. “I love you so fucking much.”

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Your lips
like the hip of
a flower,
and dewy,
Your kisses,
I ruminate
flowing down
my throat,
Even my poetry
is wanton
by such fantasy,
pulling you
gently into
my world…

“come abandon
your reserve…”
they whisper,
“and share
what the mind
has conjured…”

© SoulReserve 2017

Build me up, Buttercup

Characters/Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

Word count: 2313

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics,smut, slight breath play, knotting (mild?), foul language, labor inducing sex, water braking, NO labor, Fluff.


This one here is my first ever a/b/o piece and I think last, and because of that I didn’t want get in the middle of the messy (but super hot) stuff. So this is about a stablished coupple who already been through all that.

This is my entry for a compìlation of 4 different challeneges first time doing that too, so I hope this makes sense.

  1. @dr-dean A/B/O Challenge, song prompt: ‘Build me up, Buttercup’ by The Foundations.
  2. @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname Orion’s 1k Celebration Challenge, movie prompt: ‘That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!’ FAQ about time travel.
  3. @babypieandwhiskey Cam’s 200 writing challenge, Prompt: ‘Can I please con to the bathroom alone.’
  4. @impalaimagining Smut-entine’s day kink challenge, prompts: Pregnancy and Breath play.

A big THANK YOU to my bitch Orion @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname and to Jen @winchesterprincessbride For being amazing and the beta work of course!

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Build me up, Buttercup

“Some girls are into science fiction!”

“That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!”

Your lips move in sync with the movie and you laugh at poor Ray; Pete will never stop being an ass. You feel the slight annoyance again and that familiar pressure on the bladder. You turn off the tv, with a puff and an eye roll you get up, gently, bit by bit and walk down the hall to the bathroom, for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

The toilet lid is cold, making you shudder. Looking down at your feet, you realize you can’t see anything past that sticking-out belly button; it looks so weird and dark, and every time you cough or laugh it goes even further out.

On the way back to the bedroom you yawn, bare feet stumping against the tiled floor, sounding heavy.  Hating the fact you walk like a doped duck, you stop to catch your breath.

With a sigh, you sit back on the edge of the bed and stare at the bright red light on the night stand, 2:44, carefully enough not to wake up the sleeping alpha on the other side, although he wouldn’t wake up because of you plopping down next to him.

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Enterprise Di Mendes. ||

Authors Note: Hey my lovelies… Here is a bit of a CEO Shawn thing, I am not quite sure where I am leading with this… But, here is just a lil something. I hope you guys enjoy it! :) Xx  (Picture not mine).

I gradually wake up to the sound of a familiar hum and the echo of chords reflecting off the walls’. I am no stranger to this melodious sound, it’s something I find to be quite soothing.

I peer over and see Shawn isn’t beside me, the time reading. 4AM. I sigh to myself, shifting the warm covers off my body, part of me selfishly wanting him to be in bed to keep me warm.

I stumble my way out of bed, wrapping my arms around myself as I exit the bedroom. Following the trail of dim lights down the hallway, I discover myself standing in the doorway of his office. It is not something that is out of the ordinary, to find him in his office with a few chords and hums circulating the room, in the dim light at an ungodly hour. 

I smile to myself, appreciating the sound of his hum and the way it flows well with the chords he is playing. He doesn’t notice me until I step inside, distracting him from the row of angels echoing around his voice. His eyes instantly gaze away from the guitar in his hand, their glow narrowing down me before his lips begin to speak.

“Did I wake you?” He challenges, dryly. I shake my head, knowing him well enough to know that he hates to disturb me while I sleep. 

I have learnt my lesson with admitting the times when he has accidentally managed to pull me from my slumber. I don’t mind waking up to find him humming and strumming a few chords, there is something nonchalant about the character of his voice, something that does not always grace me, but when it does, I never complain. 

“Go back to bed,” He instructs with a subtle grin, but I don’t listen, instead, I take a few steps closer to him, sitting on the edge of his desk as he leans back in his leather chair. “Defiant, as usual.” He sighs with a petite smirk, as usual being somewhat intrigued when I don’t obey his request. 

I admire the quality of his voice far more than the comfort of loneliness laced between the sheets that emanate like him in his absence. 

“Mhm.” I hum with a cheeky smirk, “Why are you awake?” I softly challenge, observing as his broad shoulders shrug backwards, his guitar moving to sit in his lap.

“I have a meeting in three hours that I am not prepared for. So, I am trying to keep my mind occupied instead of going fucking insane.” He mutters lamentably. “I am exhausted as fuck and can’t sleep; so I am letting off steam through my guitar since I can’t hit the gym at this hour.”  He responds, lowering his eyes back towards his guitar, the guitar that seems to be his saving comfort when he needs it most. 

“Shawn,” I lament, benevolently spreading my hand through his ruffled hair, “You need to sleep.“ I continue, hating to see him in the current state that he is, a state that I see far more than I would desire.  

He nods, bowing his head as his hand rests on my thigh.

“I know, I know.” … “If I don’t win this client over, I am fucked. We are fucked.” He gestures between me and him, “this person has the potential to slay me, I can’t have that.” He shakes his head, his eyes suddenly turning dark. "I have too much to lose.” He croaks, biting his lip as I gently tug at his soft curls, a small smile forming on my lips to reassure him. 

“Darling, it is all materialistic,” .. “I am sure you will do fine, you’re Shawn Mendes, nobody says no to you.” I continue, revealing a stifled laugh from him.

He breaks his bothered gaze, giving me a smile, “You’re the exception to that rule, aren’t you?” He furrows his eyebrows, his lips curving into a cheeky facial expression, “Because you tell me no all the time," 

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Cute  [ i ]

h2ovanoss fic - pastel!punk! highschool au 
warnings: language, shitty humour, mentioned!zeroyalchaos
4756 words
part one


Jonathon loved the idea of “cute”. It was just a word, a short adjective to define something or someone that was pleasantly attractive, often small, often capable of eliciting high-pitched sounds from people, commonly an “aww” of some sort. Some globally “cute” things were: children (especially babies), animals (especially babies), colours like pinks, blues and yellows, fluffy things, toys (especially toy animals with big eyes), etc. There were a lot of cute things in the world and Jon was a sucker for cute things.

He especially loved to look cute, and be called cute. He was fortunate (for that reason) because of his big blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. People would point them out a lot; “Your eyes are so pretty!” and “Wow, you’re eyes are so big.” It was what drew attention when people looked at him and he didn’t mind it – he liked them too.

What he loved especially was cute clothing. Each day he tried to find something colourful and cute to wear. He felt most comfortable with himself when wearing colours; quite opposite to most teens who wore black, and played guitar, and didn’t wear colours because everyone these days was having an emo phase. He liked the concept of dark clothing, and piercings, and tattoos, but also knew they weren’t his style. It was predictable, unoriginal and it never looked good on him.

He stuck with cute.

Jonathon’s baby blues danced with indecision, his face up close to the mirror as he inspected his hair. His thin fingers fiddled with the lengthy strands of dark chocolate, pulling them down and pushing them back over his face. Nestled on the top sat the focus of his uncertainty: a flower crown. Little fake roses with alternatively pink and yellow colouring threaded onto a halo which sat like a crown.

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Glasgow, Glasgow, Glasgow!

Authors Note: Since today marks Shawn’s rise back into the touring world of killing his fans with amazing performances, here is a blurb to help kickstart the tour!

Shawn Master List found HERE

Glasgow, Glasgow, Glasgow.

That is all that has been on Shawn’s mind for the past two weeks— That and of course, perfecting his tour rehearsal.

You know him well, underneath that façade and covering he has presented to the world is a very passionate Shawn, who is also remarkably nervous about getting on the road again.

For the last week, it has been you who has been woken to the feel of delicate kisses to your skin, stirring to the warm touch of his fingertips drawing small patterns on your skin while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, pleasantly lulling you awake.

Today— You find yourself waking before Shawn, the dull ray of light peeking through the hotel curtains as you tug at the white comforter, trying to wrap yourself in it for its warmth. With a heavy sigh, you give up on the covers, acknowledging how Shawn’s body is holding down the comforter with no intentions of parting ways with it.

You shuffle closer to his sleeping body, his head tilted slightly to the side as he sleeps soundly on his back. You press a few luscious kisses on his smooth skin, lacing his neck with loving kisses. A muffled mumble escapes his lips, his eyes still closed. With a small giggle, you proceed to leave kisses on his surface, your fingers trailing his uncovered skin like his does yours.

He muffles another mumble, your lips parting ways with the softness of his skin, your eyes meeting his whisky coloured eyes. “mmm, hey there.” His voice is deep and sleepy, his tongue licking the edge of his lips,

“Hey,” You whisper, leaning down for a kiss, enabling him to leisurely wake up with honeyed kisses.

“It’s a big day.” He breathes with a small smile coating across his delicate lips. You nod in agreement—A lot of anticipation is likely to be boiling inside him as the day has finally arrived. The day of his first show of his second tour.

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riding Peter’s thigh would include

A/N: I know i said i wouldn’t write this but since i’m already going to hell, this won’t change much. This is a small collab between me and @prosiyat. Thank you sunshine, love you :)

Originally posted by freddylovesjason

  • being alone in his room cause aunt May has gone to shop
  • you’re there with him to study for your math test
  • random songs on his ipod are playing in the background
  • him just sitting there being the hot cutie that he is
  • and oblivious to the looks that you’re giving him
  • being turned on by how smart (and obsolutely alluring) he is (bc let’s face it, intelligence is the biggest turn on)
  • then  “she makes dirty words sound pretty” by ptv starts to play
  • it starting out as you jokingly giving him a lap dance
  • he’s blushing too much at your terrible lap dance skills
  • mouthing the lyrics to him while he’s sitting there all doe-eyed staring at the way your hips move
  • you kinda grind too low and frot against his thighs a lil accidentally
  • it feels good so you just go for it
  • a small moan escapes his lips
  • “d-doll w-what are y-you doing?”
  • shutting him up by kissing his luscious lips
  • “pete, do you want me to stop?”
  • “god, never, please never stop”
  • peter nervously stammering when he realizes what you’re going for
  • moaning into each others mouths
  • playing with the short hairs on his neck
  • a lot of lip biting
  • his thigh is solid, he has like 0 fat and very little give to his muscles
  • tentative hands on you waist sliding down to grope your butt
  • him encouraging you to go faster
  • “peter i am-
  • “shh don’t talk, just ride”
  • him helping you come with his fingers
  • seeing some precum soaking into his pants 

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“Under The Spell of Moonlight”

The Olicity Valentine’s Day Smut-A-Thon @olicityvalentinesdaysmut-a-thon

Prompt: Morning Sex.  

A/N:M-Rated. I decided to write an alternate ending to 2x23.  There’s angst with a splash of love finally declared and sexy times.

Originally posted by librocubiculariste

Through the languor of bone deep exhaustion, Felicity could feel the vehicle ease to a complete stop. She was both physically and emotionally drained.  The trip back from Lian Yu and the horrifying events of the last few days were catching up with her.  She lay heavily against the door of the passenger seat in Oliver’s car, with her head against the window, seeking relief in the coolness of the glass.

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♔ A vow to protect you♔ [M]

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Pairing: JinxReader

Genre: Angst;Fluff;Smut

Sum: After being together for 3 years, Jin finally popped the question of marriage proposal. Planning and family gatherings has been occupying you for the last 3 months, but something have always bothered you. Jin seemed stressed and all you could do, is be by his side. The wedding is set before another BTS comeback, and he became more distant around you. Anxiety and self-conscious erupted your mind when he was gone, did he really want to get married?

Epilogue to Close  Fermata Guide

Word count: 3.7k

Triggers: Unprotected sex + Dom!Jin

A/N: I tried something new, I hope you like it. Please let me know, if it gave an effect or not.

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“Isn’t That What Thanksgivings For?”

“How ya been love? Haven’t seen your pretty face in ages!” Anne’s voice seemed to float throughout the dining room of her and Robin’s small home. The entire house was filled with the intoxicatingly delicious scent of the Thanksgiving feast. It grew smaller since your and Harry’s family had sat down to eat about an hour ago. Your conversation was quieter than usual, stolen glances of anxiety towards Harry, him returning them. His foot tapping yours under the table. It was a small gesture. But it was there and it was the only thing keeping you from bolting through that bathroom door and onto its linoleum flooring.

It was with a shaky breath and a quick swallow of you mash potatoes that you gulp and answer.

“I’ve been good. I just finished my uni courses and I’m searching for a job. Maybe something in journalism?”

“Oh! That’s lovely! I’m sure Gemma could help yeh a bit.” Anne replies.

Gemma’s face perks a smile before she devours another bite of turkey. You eat yours as well, and regular conversation erupts between the family once more. A sea of clinking utensils and stories for years ago. Anne had moved some furniture around so she could accommodate to the extended families. Re gathering was larger than usual. Your family was coincidentally in town, so the cousins and aunts and nieces all seemed to be splendid with each other around the humongous table. It was a blessing that they all got along.

Some kids hollered and quarreled for a minute to a woman. Maybe she was his cousins friend or something. Or a sister-like friend of your mom. There was so many people it was genuinely hard to decipher.

Your shoulders slouched and you relaxed in the cushion of your chair slightly, some of your tension releasing now that you weren’t the center of attention. It was soothing to feel so much happiness and smiles all around you for such an occasion.

Harry remained quiet. Gradually dwindling his sloshing wine and spooning the tiniest amounts of pie into his mouth. Eyes glued onto you. He noticed this opportunity and took it to ask you. He couldn’t feel relaxed when you remained unhappy a foot away from him. He pushed his chair and stood before stretching a DM making his way over to your hunched stature.

“Hey.” His words were barely audible with all the noise. But you’d know his voice anywhere. This came out as whisper, a crack at its ending sound. A vulnerable murmur as he once again pulled up a nearby by chair and sat directly in front of you. His eyes boarded into yours. Soft and green and all things warm as he waited for your response. He placed a luscious kiss on your cheek.

“Hey. You good?” You soft tone mimicked the fragility of his. He didn’t want to push you too far and too quick. There was some anxiety winding within you and he had to be careful.

“I shouldn’t be the one asking that love.” He responded. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed a gentle frown. You’d to anything to kiss it away in that very moment.

You knew you couldn’t possibly lie, especially when he straight up confronted you. You let your fork drop and began to stare down at your fumbling fingers. He hunched forward, his elbows digging into to the flesh of his knees, hands clasped together in front of him. One slid to lightly tap patterns of comfort onto your thigh.

“Just a little nervous that’s all. Nothing serious.”

A sigh escaped his lips and he stood up. He extended his hand and helped you from your seat.

“C'mere baby” He whispered sin your ear. He had one sturdy, discreet hand on the low of your spine, the other busy opening doorways and excusing a pass way for his to take you to wherever he was planning. He guided you to the kitchen.

Surprisingly, the kitchen was clear of all people. All of the guests rallied in the living or dining room, jittery and full with contentment after the fulfilling Thanksgiving meal. Your back rested against the pantry’s bug panel door and Harry’s hand trapped you sturdy and firm on the door, his palm against the wood as they hover under your ribcage. He placed a tender kiss on the pultruding bone that stood out against your goose bump ridden skin. His touch alone sent a crazy frenzy across your senses, temporarily swallowing all your thoughts and worries.

When you didn’t answer, he smothered another kiss on your jawline. It was hot and wet and hard with passion. As if he was forcing all your jitters away. Whatever he was doing, it was working. He felt your body relax under his touch. A smile covered his mouth and he came eye level with you.

“Yeh good babygirl?” You felt your heart plummet. Swirling and screaming in your swelling chest. He smirked and your face mimicked his own. You leaned into kiss him thankfully.

“Thank you Harry. I love you” You hummed against his neck as you hugged him tight. It felt nice to have something cozy and strong to hold onto to. You melted into his embrace as he traced melodic rubs on your back.

His laugh rumbled into your skin. His shoulders shaking. You could feel his belly and chest swell as he giggled. Shook you to your liquid bones. It was absolutely crazy how you could turn into putty under his touch. A split second and no thought and you were all his.

“Isn’t that what Thanksgivings for?”

More Than You Could Ever Imagine-- Draco Malfoy imagine

Surprise, I’m posting something. I found some drafts I might as well post, seeing as though you might not see me writing again. So stay tuned??

Request: can you do something with draco or one of the weasley twins where the reader admits their feelings for them but they have a gf or something? I need some angst…..


Your hands shook like an earthquake. Your heart raced like the thunder rolling outside. The threat of rain matched the inevitable outcome of rejection.

Draco was your best friend. How stupid were you to think he would feel the same about you too? You were the one in the first place to help Pansy ask him out. Just now you were punching yourself in the face for convincing her to like him. Only after seeing her embrace him and kiss his luscious lips did you realize that should have been you.

You left your dorm room, ignoring the fact that Pansy was gushing about her boyfriend to you. You needed to stop, needed air in your lungs again. Needed to get this over with. The stone floors of the Slytherin common room tingled against your feet but you couldn’t feel it. Your emotions made you feel colder than the stone beneath you. Exiting the dorm, you gasped in both surprise and dread when you nearly bumped into the snarky devil himself.

“Sorry, Y/N.” A smile drew Draco’s lips upwards when he saw his best friend. You pinched your lips together to stop them from trembling.

“Going to see Pansy?” You ask with as much strength as you can manage.

“I was coming to see you, actually.” He nervously smiled. “I, um,” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he sighed and looked you in the eyes, “I wanted to ask what I should get Pansy for her birthday.”

“Oh…” You twirl your thumbs around each other, and you winged your answer,
Perhaps a necklace? Or earrings. But, Dray– Draco, I need to talk to you.”

“Can it wait for a second? I just wanted to say goodnight to Pansy.”

If he left now, your courage would disappear. You were no Gryffindor; that courage may never come back. You grab Draco’s bicep when he moved to pass you. “No. No, I’m sorry. It has to be now because if you leave now I will never be able to tell you how I feel. Ever.”

You take a shuddering breath. But you don’t notice the blood drain from Draco’s face.


“Draco, listen. I know you’re with Pansy. I helped her earn your heart, and you deserve her. You really do, but I have to tell you that I wish I earned it first. You don’t have to love me back, but I do need you to know that I’m not trying to make you feel guilty for loving Pansy.”

Draco stared dumbly at your face. This you couldn’t take. The waiting, the silence, the gnawing feeling that you knew he didn’t feel the same.

“Y/N…” Draco closed his eyes for a few seconds and pinched the bridge of his nose. The tears welled up around your eyes.

“Ya’ know what? Don’t say anything. I was stupid for hoping this would work out. I knew this wasn’t going to change your mind. I…I didn’t know what I was thinking anyways. Only bad can come of this. Goodnight, Malfoy.”

Maybe you hoped he would latch onto your hand and pull you in for a kiss and tell you felt the same. Or maybe he would yell at you for keeping this from him for so long. You didn’t know how you wanted him to react, but you didn’t want the chilly silence that radiated from him. So you kept walking, despite all the things you wanted–needed–to tell him. But he said nothing. Nothing. Draco Malfoy remained statue-still, thinking about the words you were brave enough to speak aloud. He thought about them until he knew he should have told you how he felt too. Draco Malfoy was in love with you. He kept replaying your words until you were out of sight. Until he was sure that you would never hear the words he uttered.

“Oh, Y/N…I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

But unlike you, Draco would never find the bravery he needed to admit it.


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Frat Boy Pt 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Thanks so much for your patience guys.  Enjoy some fratty bratty harry with fratty niall and art student zayn ;)

The kiss stayed with you through to the morning, instantly awakening you with the thought of how his lips had felt heatedly pressed against yours - hungry, savory, soft.  He’d been gentle with you, but dominating.  Dominating in the most comforting of ways.  And as cheesy as it seemed to be, you had been putty in his strong, capable hands.  With cheeks flushed from drifting thoughts, you ghosted your hand where his once cupped your cheek and you could almost imagine it was his instead, but when your fingertips traveled to touch your lips, the tingle he’d left and the burn in your stomach he’d ignited was just out of reach.  And when your hand fell to touch your throat where he had pressed a luscious kiss, you felt the crusty trickle of blood that had caused him to retreat.  A frown befell your face and an onslaught of sensations took over as the memories from the alley came back to you full-force, the grubby hands pressing you against one’s bony chest, the glint of the sharp blade, the sickly sweet cologne and the moisture from his breath that had hit your neck.  There was a cold chill and you shivered even though just two minutes ago you’d woken up sweating under the blankets.  When you rolled over to see Renny’s bed empty there was a sudden slam in the bedroom that made you jump and your adrenaline skyrocketed as you froze beneath the sheets.  It was the blinds, only the blinds, you told yourself.  They’d just slammed against the window from a draft.  The beating of your heart was still pounding and your eyebrows knitted together as it hit you that you were very much alone.

She’d left for class already.  An obnoxiously bright orange note card was taped to the side of your desk and you stretched your arm as far as it could while staying buried beneath the protection of the covers.


btw it’s back-to-school theme for the sorority party tonight so…prepare the slutty outfit and what you’re going to say to make me look good ;)

Your eyes shot to the clock and you froze.  It was 7:45.  When the shutters slammed against the window again and your heart dropped for the second time this morning, you knew you couldn’t stay here.  You may fail the stupid test and Harry may be annoyed that you didn’t stay, but you wouldn’t be able to sleep again.  As silly as it sounded you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep even if you checked under your bed and swept the closet five times over to make sure no one was there.  You felt so vulnerable alone, and your mind kept drifting to that night.

You wouldn’t be able to fight the memory.

You had fifteen minutes.

With no regard to yesterday’s makeup you threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, even though the clouds from yesterday were long gone.  You may be sweating on your way over to class, but you didn’t want the world to see you today.  You’d just thrown up your hood and the door was closing behind you when you froze- the blood.  It was still on your neck.  And with a sinking feeling in your gut, the thud of the closing door sealed your sentence.  You’d left your keys in the pocket of your sweats from last night and there was no way you could get back in to wash it off.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed, wiggling the doorknob to no avail.  You weren’t one to cuss, hardly ever, and you weren’t sure what you were hoping for in jiggling the locked door, but- fuck.

In a panicked fast-walk to class, you tried rubbing your neck to try and get the evidence to fade but all it left you with was irritated skin probably reddening from the burn you were creating.  People seemed to be staring at you more today as you picked up your fast walk to an awkward fast jog and as disgusting as it was, you licked your hand and started desperately rubbing again.  You winced a bit as you felt the sting from the cut, the slight injury reacting with the dampness in bristling rejection.

Your head was a dark cloud of anxiety, stress, and fear and when you burst through the doors of lecture hall with a minute to spare, your thoughts turned impossibly darker.

Harry was leant back looking effortlessly alluring in a snapback and partially unbuttoned flannel, with a girl stood between his legs.  His hands were casually gripping the edge of the extended table while her hip was popped out in the way that made her butt look bigger and her waist, smaller.  You knew that pose, you did it too.  She said something to him that caused him to smirk and he nodded his head with a shrug of his broad shoulders while she giggled in excitement.  The same shoulders that had been hovering over you, bare, just hours before…

The instant bitter spark of anger erupted and your natural reaction was outrage at this blatant betrayal, but then, you realized, what was he betraying?  The anger was no match for the larger flood of disappointment that followed not even two seconds after.  You thought he’d be worried about you, you realized.  After last night, you’d thought he’d stay the same warm, gentle person when the sun showed its face again.  You’d forgotten who he was.  What he was.   He wasn’t going to change, nor was he going to just flip a switch and become solely focused on you of all people because he’d stopped those men from taking advantage of you.  Any decent person would’ve done that.

Wasn’t that what your mother always told you when a check bounced?  Don’t fall in love with a man you think you can change, because no one will change fundamentally.  Unless, of course, he had money.  Then, she’d told you, it didn’t really matter if he changed or not because money could afford you all sorts of distractions.  Security first, love secondary.  You’d listened with open ears when your father wasn’t around, letting it come in one ear and out the other.  That was just your mother though.

She’d never read the love stories you had.

A part of you was reminded of Harry’s intensity, how each time his fist met the other man it had been so calculated and filled with unchecked rage.  Something was telling you that not any person would’ve done what Harry did.  That a person mentally couldn’t have done most of it.

For an irrational reason, anger struck up again.  Harry didn’t have to do any of it.

And he definitely didn’t need to spend the night.

But that’s why he’d honestly asked you to “tutor” him wasn’t it?  He’d gotten what he’d wanted, hadn’t he?  He’d gotten to kiss you and you’d given in.  His sweet words were just a cherry on top.  Blatantly meaningless as he continued to charm the girl who he clearly already had under his thumb.

You’d pushed the door harder than expected and it slammed shut, causing all heads to turn towards you.

Including his.

Including hers.

The make-out chick Harry had been with the night of the party was staring at you with crystal blue eyes, doing a once over at the weird hooded girl glaring at the entrance before turning back to look at Harry.  But he was still looking at you.

Harry’s brows immediately drew together and he gave an irritated shake of his head that screamed “what the fook are yeh doing here?”  It made your skin crawl how you could already picture his voice so perfectly in your head, and you hated knowing it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  You only had the energy to fake a smile when the professor cheekily said “So nice of you to join us Y/N.”  The girl standing in front of Harry started walking away at his sudden disinterest and you almost wanted to comfort her, hell, you could make a lot of money off a Harry support group.  You’re sure many girls needed it after dealing with the ever-shifting enigma that is Harry Styles.

You heard Harry call your name as you passed him, but you ignored it, for once gracefully walking a little faster when you saw him unsuccessfully reach for you in the corner of your eye.  

Niall was the one who sat at the end of the aisle and reached a hand out to stop you before you could descend and get away.

“Hey, what’s wrong with your neck?”  His voice held traces of concern, but it was a question asked out of selfish curiosity.  

“Allergic reaction,” you lied.

“Yikes, you allergic t’a good make out then?” he teased before breaking out into a snicker at your furrowed brows.  He hadn’t.  He…he wouldn’t have -

You immediately looked to Harry and his eyes had darkened, all the proof you needed, and you hoped your death glare transferred through the sizzling line of energy that seemed to pop up whenever you looked at each other.  That cocky, bragging, arrogant son of a…

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Beauty Queen

request: @jayde0602 - Can u do an imagine where ur a YouTuber and u do Josh’s makeup for a video or he does urs?

your name: Y/N
hair colour: H/C
eye colour: E/C
skin colour: S/C

“What’s up guys? It’s your girl Y/N and I’m here with my boyfriend Josh!” You introduced yourself to your large audience or watchers and subscribers on your YouTube channel. You were getting quite famous, at 100,000 subscribers you were getting some special opportunities in life. You pointed over to Josh who was sitting by your right side. He gave a little wave pulling his signature smirk. He appeared on your videos every now and then. Some challenge videos, in the background of your vlogs, or goofy Snapchat videos.

“Hey guys!” He grinned and looked back into your E/C eyes wondering what type of video you two were doing today.

“So today, Josh and I will be doing to girlfriend does boyfriend’s make up challenge!” You giggled as Josh buried his face into his hands groaning.

“Whhhhhyyy does this happen to me? Is this for your amusement?” At this point you were laughing so hard you felt your stomach turning.

“Okay, so here is my makeup bag and I will start first with the foundation.” You showed the camera the brand of the foundation you would be using and Josh looked at it with a confused look.

“Why do I need this? Isn’t my skin flawless enough for you?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as you squirt the foundation on the back of your S/C hand, dabbing it in the brush and applying it onto his face. He pulled a uncomfortable expression squinting his eyes shut.

“What the fuck is this stuff, it feels weird!” He laughs as he closes his mouth as you blend in around his chin and jawline. Once you finish you apply some concealer under his eyes and on his nose.

“Hold still you’re going to make me fuck up!” You whined as you finished. You pulled out your contour and started running the blush up and down his cheekbones, defining them. “Look who’s handsome, goddamn.” You giggled and he chuckled smiling and closing his eyes.

“Okay, Josh what I’m doing is eye shadow. How would you feel about a smokey eye?” You cheekily smirked at him.

“Is that when it’s one colour that blends into another colour?” He asked you eagerly. You just giggled and asked him to close his eyes as you dabbed your small brush into the eye shadow palette you decided to use

Once you finished, you asked him to open up his eyes and and you pulled out a liquid eyeliner pen. “Oh no, no, no. You’re going to poke me in the eye aren’t you.” He bit his lip nervously as you started laughing uncontrollably. He closed his eyes and started giggling each time you tried to apply the eyeliner, making you fail at least five times on each eye.

“Hold still, oh my god!” You whisper-yelled at him making him laugh, which lead to dragging the wing of the eyeliner down his cheek, making you turn to the camera with a dead glare. You scream and shake his shoulders. “What the fuck?! I have to do it again!” He just smirked and leaned in to kiss you quickly.

After five minutes, he finally relaxed as you completed his eyeliner and moved onto mascara. You moved the mascara brush along his long eyelashes making them full. You did have to admit he’d make a cute girl.

“A couple more things, now we’re going to make those eyebrows fleek.” He touched his eyebrows and glared at you.

“What? They already are! Don’t touch my babies.” You smirked at him showing him a eyebrow brush. “Don’t worry, I’m just brushing them into place, calm down.” You reassured him and did so.

“Last one Josh, I promise. Let’s make those lips luscious.” You smirked at him taking out a dark berry lip liner.

“I thought my lips were already luscious. You were kissing them all night.” He winked at you, making you blush madly. You rolled your eyes and told him to part his lips slightly to outline his full lips. You finished outlining and pulled out a matching lipstick, explaining the brand and showing the camera.

After applying his lips, you covered your mouth giggling at how adorable he is. “Ready to see?” He nods and grinned as you pulled out a mirror. Once he saw his reflection, he started laughing madly.

“I’m sexy as fuck!” He smirked at himself, pouting his dark lips at the mirror and looked back up at you. You smiled at him and started to wrap up your video.

“That’s it for today, guys! Thanks for tuning it! Comment below if you LOVE Josh’s makeup and tell me if you want more of these kind of videos!” He whines again and frowns crossing his arms. “Don’t forget to like, subscribe and share!” He mouthed behind you ‘Don’t share’, pretending to cut his throat and you turned around catching him and giggling.

“See you lovely bastards later!” Josh squealed and pecked your cheek leaving the mark of dark berry lipstick.