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RIDE (Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,023

Warnings: SMUT & unprotected sex 

A/N: Hey Everyone! I wrote this a couple of nights ago and just now got around to editing it. The title really has nothing to do with the actual one shot, it’s just the title of a song by Ciara which I was listening to while writing this lol 


Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

It had been a late night for you, meetings going past the scheduled time making you even later for others and paperwork that kept piling up. All of which resulted in you not being able to get home until it was already two on a Sunday morning. You pealed off your black pencil skirt, the red bottoms you’d bought with your first big check from the firm and your favorite pinstripped collared shirt, haphazardly throwing them into the corner of your bedroom. You were exhausted, having three major cases in one week that you needed to prepare for had your nerves out of wack. You had to win all of them because of the fact that you could be making partner only if all of them panned out in your favor.

Light snores coming from the bed remind you that Bucky had in fact returned from his mission overseas. Not wanting to disturb the super soldier, you quickly stripped yourself of your bra and panties and head into your bathroom. You take a quick shower wanting nothing more than to fall into your bed and go to sleep.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! Could you please write something where you and H are friends but you like each other and he's alway super cute but also flirty? the rest is up to you, thank you xx

Rating: PG!
Warnings: none really. Just harry being a cheeky bastard
Category: fluff?
Word Count: 4,154 I think the longest a request has been so far!
Request: yes! I’m stock piling these, trying to get them done so I’ll be popping more during the week i think. I’ll try. If not I will after #BIM is over :)

Note: IDK if this is “super cute but also flirty” but there’s some of both mixed in and stuff… I hope you like the way this turned out!

17. Something Small.

You run down the halls of school in search for your best friend, Harry. The envelope in your hands is too important and you clutch it tight to your body. Crashing against bodies and yelling half-assed apologies to people as you rush to get to his locker before first period. Soon you can see him, in all his skinny jean glory.
“ Harry harry harry!” you yell coming close. So close that you almost slam into the open door of his locker, smacking it shut.
“ Whoa whoa, hey there Lighting McQueen.”
“ Oh lord Harry you won’t believe what I go-”
“ G’morning to you too” he says interrupting you and throwing his messenger bag on his shoulder and fully closing his locker. You roll your eyes, this was not a moment to greet and say hello. You were freaking out, quickly you slam the letter on his chest and he scoffs looking at it. Soon his eyes and mouth both open wide. “Have you read it?” he says as he takes it in his hand and scans his eyes over the sleek design or the letter. London University of Arts. You bite your lip and shake your head no.
“ No, I checked the mail before coming today and it was… God it was just sitting there, haunting me… And I ran”
“ Fuck, oh… God I…” His dimples were showing. This was so important.
“ Well open it!”
“ Who? Me?” he asks in shock, green eyes opened to no belief. “N-no way, this is your letter… Yeh have t’open-“
“ I’m shaking, I can’t open it!” You say hopping up and down and shaking your hands. He breathes in and out and nods before tearing the paper open. You rest against the locker behind you covering your eyes. This is the most nerve-wracking moment of your life.

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I hear it’s your birthday, Chuuya-kun, so I wrote a little story for you. I hope you find it as entertaining as I intended. And, please. Enjoy your birthday plans.

You’ve earned them. 

Love, was such a beautiful thing. Tender, soft, like the sakura blossoms in the spring. He’d never known it, personally, though watching it bloom and flourish before his eyes was fascinating – especially when the attempt to hide such obvious amour was made.

But he knew. He always knew.

It’s what made this little surprise that much more pleasurable. Pawns, after all, were always so fun to play with, right up until it came time to take them from the board. Let them think they were in control… give some of it to them for a time… And then when they were comfortable, rip that comfort from them, get hands on ribs and expose the heart until it simply… gave out.

He smirked. Perhaps that was too literal, though he couldn’t help but think it as he waited in his tower, the soft glow of the setting sun washing the black-and-maroon of his room in yellow. Alone… save for the box in front of him. Elegant. Black. Insides hidden, trimmed in velvet.

What would his face look like, he wondered, when he realized his beloved wasn’t at their little safehouse as intended? When he put two and three and four together, the little bread crumbs he had left behind to lead him to the room in which Mori sat. He didn’t imagine the fox’s countenance would crumble – no. This particular pawn was too strong for that, though he didn’t imagine that something wouldn’t break inside him. After all. 

A lover’s heart was a rare birthday gift indeed.

Moving Day

(Creative title, I know) A WolfStarBucks (Remus/Sirius/James) fic. 

This is for @protectnevillelongbottom

Prompt: Move in day! They finally find a house that can suit them. Sirius and James bicker about how the spare bedroom will be decorated while Remus actually does all the work with the rest of the house.

“Maroon?! You can’t paint a room maroon James!”

“Why can’t I? I’ve seen pictures of rooms that are this color and they look fantastic! I’m painting it maroon and tomorrow, I’m buying gold bed stuff and curtains.”

“Maroon and gold?! Do you ever plan to grow up James? Why don’t you just call it the Gryffindor room!”

The bickering voices of James and Sirius floated down the stairs to Remus. He looked up the stairs, and had a brief internal debate with himself on whether or not he should intervene. Then he looked back at the multitude of boxes still stacked in the entry way and pushed haphazardly against walls. He had been working on the kitchen -with assurances from Sirius and James that they would unpack and organize their bedroom. They had steadily hauled and unpacked boxes in the large bedroom for 15 minutes. A record really. Remus was surprised his partners hadn’t gotten distracted before that.

GREEN!!! Please tell me you’re joking Pads! We can’t paint the guest room green! What if Lils and Marley end up staying the night? We can’t put them in a green room!” James’ loud and incredulous voice floated down the stairs as Remus made his way through another box. He carefully put each glass in its place, organized each drawer to his liking, and pretended like it wouldn’t all be messed up by tomorrow afternoon because neither James or Sirius cared about proper placement. Something Remus found rather ironic given their ‘proper’ up-bringing.

The words, “DON’T YOU DARE!” followed by the sounds of scuffling and crashing made Remus roll his eyes and look sadly at the half finished box in front of him. Another crash (one that sounded too much like a body hitting drywall) had Remus rushing up the stairs.

“Will you two….” Remus trailed off. There, wrestling on the floor, were his partners. Somehow Sirius’ shirt had come off and James was in his boxers. Remus knew for a fact both had been fully dressed when they came down for the last box. Remus considered breaking them up, for about a second. They weren’t really hurting each other. It was mostly a bunch of rolling around, grabbing, and occasional hair pulling.

Remus bit his lip. He should really break this up. Really. They needed to finish un-packing. It was their first day in their brand new house. The one with the big backyard that bordered on a small wooded area. It had a bedroom large enough to hold their humongous bed -one they had to special order so the three of them could fit comfortably- and three bathrooms. Not to mention the giant tub in the master bedroom and the rather large shower with multiple shower heads. All features Remus was excited to use.

Something they wouldn’t be able to do until they finished un-packing.

Remus sighed and finally stepped in. “Alright you two. Break it up.” It took some work, but Remus finally managed to separate the men. Two men that looked a lot like they had been doing another kind of horizontal wrestling. Remus had to physically stop himself from looking at what he knew would be standing proud below James’ waist. The bulge Sirius was sporting was almost as hard to ignore.

“He started it.” James said and pointed an accusing finger at Sirius. The man in question smirked and dipped his head, looking out at them both from behind a curtain of soft black hair.

“You wanted me to start it.” Sirius said, his voice taking on a deeper timbre than usual.

“Hmmm… Maybe.” James licked his lips and Remus had to work at controlling his breathing. In the middle of a brief fantasy where he stripped both men of their clothes and they all rolled around on the floor, Remus saw Sirius look wide-eyed at him, then wink at James.

“Oh! You two! This was a set up!” Suddenly the missing clothing made sense. His horny partners had staged the whole thing to get him up here and all hot and bothered. When James grinned and ran a hand through his hair (showing off biceps that he knew made Remus weak) and Sirius shrugged with mischief in his eyes, Remus narrowed his eyes.

“No. I refuse to give in. We need to un-pack.” When both men pouted, Remus sighed and took pity on them. “IF, big if, you two manage to finish setting up the bedroom and bathroom, and you both behave like good boys, we can try out that shower later.” Remus winked and turned to walk out. He made it to the door before turning around, “Oh, and we’re painting the room blue.”

He chuckled at the groans that followed him back down the stairs.

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Young and Beautiful

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Originally posted by sov-ja

Steve smiled as Bucky twirled him in the center of their living room, his hair swept up with gel, his eyes only to the height of Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky’s eyes gleamed as he dipped Steve as the radio song ended, crooning the last few notes.

Outside, the sun was setting, marooning the living room in sepia light, in Bucky’s lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, on Steve sleepily leaning his head on Bucky’s chest. 

He coughed into the fabric, pulling back as Bucky patted his back, moving them to sit down the couch. Bucky turned the radio to a news station, reports about the battlefield spitting out of the speakers, how many soliders were involved, who was currently winning, the current movements of the nazi front. 

“I can’t believe it,” Steve whispered and Bucky put his head on Steve’s. 

“Me neither, who would’ve thought a man would try to take over the world in this century. We’re not barbarians anymore,” Bucky joked, chuckling. 

Steve scowled and scooted up to face James. His eyes centered on the slope of his nose, on the set of his lips, on the sad droop to his eyes that Buck could never control. “I can’t believe you’re going to fight…” While I’m still here.

James’ smile faded, “I know honey, I know.’

“Will you still love me?” Steve asked, “When you come back from the war god knows when, when I’m still scrawny and sick, when I’m a little older, when I have crows feet by my eyes and grey hairs slicking back my eyebrows.”

“How long do you think I’m going to be at war?!” Bucky smoothed over Steve’s eyes, over his eyebrows, over his shoulders, over his lungs and his shallow breaths and his curved spine. Over Steve who was perfect and who was never not going to be what Bucky wanted.

“I’m serious, James,” Steve said, his eyes welling up. 

“I am too, Steve,” Bucky sighed, “I will still love you, when you’re no longer young, no longer beautiful, no longer anything but a pure soul and spiteful nature. When you are nothing but the typhoon over the ocean, of the tornadoes in Kansas, but the underdog that always will take an ass-kicking for someone who deserves it less.”

Steve nodded, feeling his tears slide down his cheeks. The sun had set and Bucky had flipped on a lamp, had tucked Steve under his arm. Steve closed his eyes and pretended they could live in this moment forever, that Bucky wasn’t being deployed in half a week. 

“I’m with you to the end of the line, Buck,” he looked down at the small voice coming out of Steve, “but if this war is the end of the line I’m going to raise you from the dead so I can kill you myself.” 

Bucky pulled Steve in for a kiss, “I promise it’s not the end of the line. Those beautiful eyes of yours should not weep for me. I’ll be home soon, I promise.”



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What's The Real Reason?

[title]: what’s the real reason?

[pairing]: shawn mendes x reader

[requested]: yes – (x)

[summary]: #3 | “don’t you see? i’m in love with you”

[warnings]: lots of cussing (seriously, the reader loses their shit)


[author’s note]: 1. i really liked this request 2. here’s a gif of shawn being an adorkable lazy puppy 3. this gif makes my heart happy and my eyes teary 4. i’m not really one for violence lol so i changed it up just a bit and 5. this was not thought through enough lol

+ “one-line prompt” list

Originally posted by pride-direction

“Y/N!” The boy yells, stumbling over your backpack and its spilled contents sprawled out on the floor.

You grin, watching him struggle to pick up some of the loose papers.

He wheezes, reaching over and clamping a large hand on your thigh for support. “Y/N.”

“What, Shawn?” You ask, chuckling.

“Guess what, guess what, guess what, guess what, guess what—”

“WHAT?!” You exclaim, swatting his hand away from your face as he pokes your dimples.

“I finally got Lauren to go out with me!” He smiles widely.

Your smile falters immediately at the sound of her name.

Lauren was a close friend of Shawn’s, you knew. She was surprisingly really nice, but you just did not hit it off very well. Since you and Shawn were the closest of friends as could be, whenever he was around Lauren, so were you. Fake smiles were passed between you two as well as hidden looks of disgust that weren’t uncommon when you both hung out.

What bothered you the most about Lauren and Shawn’s relationship was that you have had a whale sized crush on your best friend, but the boy was completely oblivious to your attempts at flirting. He only thought you were just messing around.

Despite the earth-shattering news, you manage to force a smile onto your lips.

“Tomorrow night!” He nearly squeals like a girl.

Your heart drops at his words. You and him were supposed to hang out tomorrow night. It was a tradition. Every Friday night, the two of you would go out to the stupidest movie in theaters and get yourselves kicked out. Then, you would go to your house and watch Harry Potter (because it’s way better than everything else in Shawn’s opinion) and cuddle.

“T-That’s amazing, Shawn. Good for you.” You bite your lip, avoiding his tentative stare.

His demeanor immediately changes as fast as yours did.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Nothing.” You lie.

“You’re lying.”

“Am not.”

“Stop lying.”

“Shawn, I’m not lying—”

“Yes you are! I know when you lie. I’ve known you for a good seventeen years of my life, Y/N. I think I’d be able to tell if you were lying.” He mutters.

“I’m not lying, Shawn, I swear. I know you’ve liked Lauren for a while, and I’m very happy for you, okay?” You manage a small fake smile, hoping you had thrown him off.

Shawn examines your facial expressions, contemplating whether or not you were lying again.

“Look, I’ve gotta go home to help my mom with dinner.” You say, finding a lame excuse to leave his presence.

“B-But what about studying?” He asks.

“I’m really sorry, my mom wanted to talk to me about something important.” You mutter, gathering all of your papers and school books, shoving them messily into your backpack.

“I uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. If you want to come help me get ready?” He asks hopefully.

“Uh, sure.” You nod reluctantly before slinging your bag over your shoulder and standing on your tippy-toes and placing a small kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you then.”

“What the hell do you mean by, ‘I don’t know’? You’re a girl, shouldn’t you know about all of this stuff?” Shawn exclaims, throwing a maroon tie across his room.

You raise your eyebrow, placing a hand on your hip. “I’m sorry I don’t know much about fashion, Mr. I’m-so-chic-I-wear-basketball-shorts-to-church.”

“That was one time!” He counters.

“Whatever.“ You mutter. “Just, be you and wear whatever you feel is appropriate.”

“Lauren expects me to pick her up in an hour, Y/N.” Shawn whines.

“Good for her.”

“Now are you going to help me or not?” He asks.

“Why don’t you just ask Lauren since she’s the one who’s gonna be all over you tonight.”

His eyebrows knit together. “What’s your problem, Y/N?”


“Y/N.” He warns.

“I just don’t think you should go on that date tonight. I mean, we were supposed to hang out tonight. Like always.” You admit. “But I just didn’t want you to cancel your date for me.”

Shawn’s eyes narrow in a split second.

“You thought I would cancel a date with the girl I like and have been trying to win over for the past three years to stay home and watch a stupid movie with you?” He spits, making you wince.

“N-No, I just—”

“Get it through your head, Y/N. Not everything is about you.” He snarls.

Something inside of you snaps, as your blood boils, making your eyes narrow.

“Are you kidding me, Shawn? I never said anything was! I just thought this tradition meant something to you and you’d at least say something about it!” Your voice softens. “I know I can’t expect anything from you but— I don’t know. Just go.”


“Go! Have fun with Laur!” You force a small smile onto your lips, grabbing your things and leaving his house.

“Fuck you, Channing Tatum.” You mutter, scrolling through your feed. “For being so damn attractive.”

You lay sideways on your bed, your head hanging off of the mattress as you hold your phone securely so it doesn’t slip out of your grasp.

It had been a few hours since your small fight with Shawn. You assumed he had gone on that date with Lauren, but you couldn’t care less.

Your fingers dance across the illuminated screen of your phone, your eyes studying each photo and video on the home tab.

Suddenly there was a quiet knock on your door, nearly making you fall off of your bed.

“Go away.” You mutter, flopping face-first on your pillow.

Regardless of your previous request, your bedroom door creaks open a tad. A set of chocolate eyes peer through the crack, and a few random locks of brown hair rub gently against the door frame.

“What Shawn?” You ask, sitting up on your bed.

“Can we talk?” He asks, walking into your room, closing the door behind him.

You mentally groan. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” You sigh, holding up your phone.

“Busy stalking Zac Efron’s Facebook page?” He chuckles, making you roll your eyes.

“Yes. Very important.” You retort. “Classified information about his cousin accidentally clogging his toilet in his nine hundred something or other thousand dollar beach house in the Hamptons.”

“Cause that’s what everyone’s worried about.” Shawn mutters.

You turn your phone off, placing it on your bedside table before falling back onto your pillows.

“Okay seriously, Y/N. I want to know something.”

“And what would that be?”

He sighs. “Why didn’t you want me to go on that date with Lauren?”

Your eyebrows knit together. “Okay. What’s the real reason you’re here?”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

You sigh, running a hand through your messy hair.

“What makes you think I didn’t want you going on that date?”

“Stop it.”

“What?” You cock an eyebrow.

“I know you, Y/N. I can tell when you’re upset or lying. It’s very blatant, actually.” He says. “You really think I don’t notice when your whole demeanor changes when Lauren’s around or when I bring her up? I wanna know why you’re acting this way, Y/N. I know you’re not being yourself—”

“Shut up!” You yell, burying your head in your pillows, letting out a high pitched screech out of frustration before muffling out another string of cusses.

“Don’t you see, Shawn? I’m in love with you! I’m fucking in love with your dumb ass, and you haven’t seen it all this time! I don’t like you with Lauren, okay? I fucking love you, you idiot! Ugh!” You scream, fuming for some reason you couldn’t pinpoint, not caring about your profanity. “I’m in love and I can’t control anything anymore! I have so many shitty questions I want answers to also! What the hell are these feelings, and why the fuck am I so upset?! I just wanna scream and rip my hair out! That’s how in love I—”

Before you can fully comprehend anything, Shawn’s soft plump lips are pressed to your own.

Your body is stiff, frozen, panicked. Your mind races, and suddenly your lips are moving against his. You still can’t wrap your mind around what was happening, your body was still frozen as shock engulfs you; nonetheless your lips dance with Shawn’s in a rhythmic motion.

He pulls his lips away from yours with a scared but shy look on his face.

You don’t say anything as you pull him in for another kiss.

You could feel a smile grace his lips as your mouth envelops his in a sweet passionate kiss.

Your small fingers glide through the soft hair on the back of his hair, pulling him closer to you.

Soon, you hesitantly pull your lips off of his, resting your forehead on his.

“What the hell was that?” He chuckles.

“What do you mean? You started it.” You smile.

“But you continued it.” You shake your head, giggling. “But really, Y/N. I love you.” He says, leaning in to kiss you again.

“I—” Peck. “Love you—” Another peck. “Too.” A longer kiss.

You peck his lips once more before leaning your head on his chest as his arms wrap around you.

“I’m so sorry for lashing out at you earlier.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing your cheek.

“So am I, I lost my temper.” You whisper back. “But I thought you loved Lauren?”

He sighs. “Y/N, I’m gonna be completely honest with you, okay?”

You nod slowly.

“I didn’t love Laur, but I did like her. You knew that. It didn’t hit me until you stormed out that door earlier tonight.”

“W-What didn’t hit you?”

“That I’m in love you with you. Y/N, I’m practically infatuated by you and your presence. You’re like a drug and I can’t get enough of you. Even though drugs scare the shit out of me.” He grins.

You chuckle, snuggling even further into his chest.

“Laur sensed I had an incoherent thing for you and told me to come back to you and tell you how I felt.” He says. “And now, we’re both here, right now.” He whispers.

“I love you so much, Shawn.” You whisper, closing the gap between your swollen, desperate lips.

tbh i didn’t really like the way i ended this imagine… oh whale

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— september 17th, 2016

Stefan Imagine: You Move Into The Salvatore Boarding House

I literally have, like, ten imagines in my drafts right now that I’m working on so my apologies for being slow on releasing them. In the meantime I’m putting out as many preferences as I can for you guys. Slight Smut/Fluff Warning. Xx ceecee


I watched as Stefan flung a large box of my stuff over his muscular shoulder and walked it back into his house. He and his brother were unpacking all of my stuff for me from the moving truck and into my new room in their boarding house. With the originals in town and werewolves/hybrid crawling through the streets of Mystic Falls they Salvatore brothers took it upon themselves to make sure I would stay safe, hence why I’m moving in with them. 

It seemed ridiculous to me, I could handle my own weight, I tried to convince them but, oh, how stubborn those two could be. Damon had promised to throw me in the their cellar room and lock me up if I didn’t go willingly. He could really irk me sometimes but I know he means well. Stefan promised me this was only a temporary arrangment until they found a way to rid the town of Klaus and his brainwashed minions. 

“You know I can carry stuff in too.” I offered. “It is my stuff after all.” 

“We’re practically done, why don’t you just go inside and wait on the couch?” Damon suggested. 

“Why? You afraid I’m going to run off and do something stupid?” I said narrowing my eyes. 

“Actually, yes.” He said pausing for a moment and leaning up against the moving van. “I do think you’re going to do something stupid, becuase you always do!” 

“You know I saved your ass that time? You could be a little more grateful, Damon.”

“I didn’t need you to save me, Y/N. You almost got yourself killed!” 

“But I didn’t!”

“But you could’ve.” He said harshly, grabbing another box, and making his way inside again. I groaned in frustration. Why couldn’t he just be grateful about someone doing something for him for once in his lifetime?

“Don’t worry about him Y/N. He’s just stressed.” Stefan rested a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face him.

“He’s always mad at me, Stefan.” I sighed.

“He’s just worried about you. You’re one of the very few people he actually cares about and he just doesn’t want to loose you like he’s lost everyone else. He’ll come around.”

I nod and watch Damon slam the door shut behind him, practically breakig the door frame. I feel like no matter what I do it’s never the right thing. I try saving someone and they get mad at me. I don’t try saving someone and I’m ridden with guilt. There’s no winning for me. 

I make my way into the house following the stairs to see my new room for the next few weeks. It’s filled with boxes that I don’t feel like unpacking and dust is everywhere, leaving a grimy film in the air. I cough, plopping my ass down on the bed and holding my head in my hands. This is really not how I want to spend my time, cleaning a room I won’t be staying in for more than two months. Instead, I procrastinate, making myself right at home by cracking open a bottle of bourbon and pouring myself a glass. I may be underage but I deserve this right now. 

Night rolls around and I have yet to do any cleaning or unpacking, the only thing I’ve managed is to get tipsy on alcohol. I sigh knowing I can’t sleep in this filthy room, it’s disgusting. I consider my options; well, there’s the couch but I didn’t want to tempt myself being near Damon’s stash. He’d get even more pissed if he knew I took some from him. All the other rooms in the house would be just as gross. Damon’s room wasn’t even an option. Then there was Stefan’s room. I could ask to stay with him for the night, he’d understand. I could say I’m too afraid to be by myself and I wondered if I could stay with him? Yeah, that’ll have to do. 

I tip-toe over to Stefan’s room and knock quietly on the door. The door fly’s open and Stefan stands in front of me shirtless and with a raised eyebrow. I can’t help but glance down at his perfect abs and I know he notices which makes a blush creep up my cheeks. He gives me a slight smile and suddenly I forget what I came to ask. 

“Hey Y/N did you, um, need something?” He asks, scratching the back of his head. 

“Oh! Uh y-yeah I uh-” My words came out short and I was stuttering. I looked over his shoulder avoiding his eye contact for some reason. “I just- Well… honestly? I kind of really don’t want to be alone tonight.” 

I gathered my courage and looked him straight in the eyes. Butterfly’s errupting in my stomach made me even more confused. I never felt this way about Stefan, why now? Such bad timing to discover your feelings for someone. Did he feel this awkward tension between us too or is it just me? 

“Yeah, of course.” He says moving to the side so I could walk in. “You can stay with me if you’d feel more comfortable.” 

“Thank you.” 

I walk into his room and cross my arms feeling slightly misplaced. He closed the door behind me and went to shut the doors to his balcony, probably to make me feel more safe. I have to hand it to Stefan, he’s the most thoughtful guy I’ve met in my life. Funny to think this guy - who I could never imagine hurting anyone ever - is who they used to call the the ripper of Monterrey. I guess we have Lexi to thank for that. 

“You can sleep on my bed, I’ll take the couch.” He offers generously, pulling a blanket from his desk to the maroon couch across the room.

“Oh no, please, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“You won’t win with me, Y/N. You get the bed, I get the couch and thats final.” 

I roll my eyes at him. “Fine I’ll sleep on your bed but why don’t you join me so I don’t have to feel guilty about invading your room?”

He thinks about it for a second before agreeing. We both crawl into the bed together, neither of us saying a word and leaving a few inches between us trying to ignore the weird feeling in the room. I pull the covers up further in a failed attempt to get warmer. Why is it so fucking cold in here? Aren’t vampires supposed to be cold blooded or something? 

Stefan notices me shivering and speaks up, “Are you cold?”

“Kinda but I’m fine.” I shrug, not that he could see or anything. 

“Here,” He wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer against his body which - to answer my question - no, vampires are not cold blooded. I could feel his body radiating heat and I craved it all over. We laid there like that for a solid five minutes before Stefan mumbled out a ‘fuck this’ and switched our positions so he was hovering over my body. His lips landed on mine and I responded immidiately by kissing him back. 

The feeling of his soft lips against mine sent shivers up my body and I didn’t want it to stop. Lust and passion took over as he leaned over me, his hands roaming my body making me weak at the knees. The sounds of his animalistic groans was currently like music to my ears. 

“I could take you right here right now.” He said making the wetness in my panties grow. His eyes were now a shade darker, the greenness of them intensifying. 

“Then do it.” I said, gripping the back of his head. 

The invitation was all he needed before he began stripping us of our our pajamas and underwear. He left butterfly kisses all down my neck and landing one last kiss on my lips, smiling down at me and taking in the view. I ran my hands through his hair and giggled, searching his eyes like I could figure him out that way. Figure out if he felt the same way about me as I do him. He shifted down the bed slightly, kneeling over my torso so he had easy access to leave love bites all over my chest and neck. I knew I wouldn’t be able to cover all of them up but right now I couldn’t care less. Moving his lips over my breasts he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking the hardened bud lightly causing moans to escape my throat.

He continued kissing down my stomach until I sat up using my elbows to hold myself up and pulled him into a kiss and holding his head in place. I moved my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, scratching lightly with my nails. He toko my hands in his intertwining our fingers and pushing me back into the bed holding my hands on either side of my head. 

“Are you sure, Y/N?” He asks softly, whispering his words in case Damon was still awake and could hear us. All I could do was nod and peck his lips, assuring him I was more than okay with this. 

Slowly he pushed into me, filling me up and letting me adjust to his size before picking up a steady pace. His movements were loving, thrusting deep and slowly into me. He kept one hand holding mine and the other he used to rub circles into my sensitve clit, heightening the pleasurable feeling. Moaning softly our breaths became uncontrolled as we both gasped out for air. 

With us both being so close I wrapped one leg around his waist, allowing me to move my hips up to meet his. He grunted and I felt him twitch inside me when I cleched my walls around his throbbing cock. Heat rushed down my core and I whimpered at the euphoric pleasure waves rushing through me. To keep me quiet Stefan placed his lips against mine, covering my breaths up in a passionate kiss. He moaned out my name which was quickly followed by a groan and him filling me up with his release.His head fell in the crook of my neck and he whispered how beatiful I was and how good I felt in my ear. 

He rolled off me once we had both finished and his arms pulled me agaisnt him. “Y/N, you can stay in my room any time you feel like it.” He sighed out blissfully. I giggled and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck and nodding in agreement. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask a fic request for you? Since the episode 'tested' has given me sad blaine feels would you mind do a sweet/fluffy fic? Maybe one where Blaine is self conscious about his body but Sebastian reassures him? Please :3

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me so long to write a reaction fic for last week’s episode. I went through two different drafts, this being the third go at it (so thank you for the prompt and inspiration) because I just couldn’t write anything that wouldn’t sound too sad or angry the way it left me after that whole Blaine storyline. 
I tried to write fluffy but when have I ever been good with that. But don’t worry, this doesn’t have that much blangst and Sebastian’s there to wipe away all of Blaine’s insecurities <3. Follows some of the events from Tested with different twists to it. Hope this okay! 3422 words.

Blaine wakes up to a sticky note lying on top of the pillow where his boyfriend’s head should be resting, with ‘Had to leave early for a meeting. -S.’ in Sebastian’s cursive handwriting neatly scrawled on it. A pout settled on his lips.

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