nothing left to imagination

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws like looking at the trophies in the school. They like seeing the names, and what these people did. They like to speculate if they’re still alive or not. But their favorite section is a whole wall will names of people who have done “Special Services for the School.” Some of the names are obvious, “Harry Potter,” “Neville Longbottom,” “Hermione Granger,” “Ron Weasley.” While others are names that Ravenclaws have heard mixed things about, or haven’t heard of at all. Names like “Colin Creevey,” “Lavender Brown,” “Remus Lupin,” “Nymphadora Tonks,” and “Draco Malfoy.” There was even plaque for those who could not be named. And above all of the names was magical banner that glittered the words, “Thank you for your assistance and dedication on 2 May, 1998.”

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

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(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Play With Me (M)

word count: 3.7k (i really tried to limit myself)

genre: smut; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

summary: built up tensions from not seeing your idol boyfriend, jooheon, lead you two to have quite the steamy session on the couch. good thing jooheon has nice thighs and dirty mouth.

requested by: anon #1 who who asked for the reader to have a thigh kink & anon #2 who just wanted some good ‘ol joohoney smut; thank you for requesting! ♡


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hey guys, here’s my first TC imagine. I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so I hope it’s good! Enjoy/tell me what you think?

You’re sitting in your seat at the front of the class, right next to his desk. The rest of the students are getting up to leave for their next class, but you linger in wait for a chance to get a word in to your TC. He’s sitting at his computer, brow furrowed because the new grading system is still a mystery to him. Soon, there are no other people in the room. It’s just you two in comfortable silence. You get up to leave, and he stands up at the same time. He turns to face you and grabs a stack of papers.
“You doing okay today (Y/N) ? You seemed a little out of it during class.” He asks, with an expression of gentle concern.
“yeah, I’m just fine. I guess it’s just a bit warm so I’m sleepy.”
This much was true, but you held your tongue to another fact. It’s warm, you smell like coffee, I can hear the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, and it feels like I’m in heaven.
Your TC smiles, that lovely, perfect smile that he only gives you.
“Good.” he says, and as he takes a few steps closer in an attempt to pass by you, you notice there’s something on his cheek.
“you’ve got something…” You say as you motion at your own face.
Your TC puts down his papers and brings his hand up to his face to try and get whatever it is from his cheek, but fails.
“Here, let me —“ You say as you take one more step towards him and raise your hand towards his cheek. He doesn’t protest at your help, and you tentatively brush off the small speck — a rogue eyelash refusing to come off.
After removing it, you look into his eyes, and notice that he’s been carefully watching you the whole time, his beautiful, bright eyes tracking your movements. You can’t help but smile.
“What?” he asks with a smile mirroring your own.
“Nothing.” You say with a hint of sarcasm. You bring your hand up to his face and give a gentle pat.
“Now you’re all handsome.”
You removed your hand from his face, but as you turned to walk away you feel a strong hand grasp your wrist. Turning back around, he takes a step towards you and brings your hand back up to his face. He closes his eyes and leans Into the touch, your hand tentatively wrapped in his, your fingers feeling the prickly stubble on his face.
You smile and as he opens his eyes once again, there is a suspiciously playful glimmer in his eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately know what he’s going to do next;

And he does exactly that.

He drops both of his hands and let’s go of yours for just a second, only to gently wrap his fingers around your cheeks and pull you into a desperate, but very gentle kiss. He separates from you for a second, looks into your eyes for anything that could be resistance or a sign that he’s made a mistake, a misjudgment,

But there is none. You bring your hands back up to his beautiful scruffy face and pull him back into a languid, better than perfect kiss. You can taste coffee on his breath and on his lips, and your heart soars. This is what you’ve wanted to do for years, since the first day you met him.

He pulls away and drops his hands back to his sides and struts away. You hear the reason why; the door handle turns and another teacher walks into the room. You look back to your TC, and he slips his hands into his pockets with a smug look. He turns to talk to the teacher, as if nothing had happened, and you’re left breathless.

Preference "How they act whenever they're having a wet dream about you" (NSFW)

(WOOOOOO TWD PREFERENCE AND OUR FAVES 😏😏😏Woooo Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d suddenly loudly growl and grin mischievously in his sleep. He’d usually end up sleep talking to you and turn to wrap his arm around you and grind perfectly himself against you leaving sloppy kisses all over while feeling the relief

Daryl-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d whisper softly “baby” and start to get breathless. He’d usually turn his back away from you, holding a pillow in his arms tightly and snuggle into it, trying to muffle himself as he’d slowly hump against it.

Rick-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d wrap you tightly in his arms and start to grind against your backside. His lips would always make their way to your neck, shoulder, arm, basically any patch of your skin to suck on and keep himself quiet as much as he can.

Merle-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d give you an order to please him through a growl and as he’d use his favorite dirty nickname he has for you. He’d usually then go quiet and grip onto the sheets, only to shift and breathlessly pant as he’d feel your body against his.

Glenn-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d start to giggle darkly in his sleep and start to call you by his favorite pet name for you. He’d act oddly confident from the way he’d whisper and talk dirty “to you”, only to turn over on his stomach to rut and feel some relief.

Carl-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d whisper your name over and over and turn away from you. He’d seem somewhat confused and would make you worry for him, only for you to see him holding onto his pillow and biting into it to feel some slight relief the moment you’d turn to him.

The Governor-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d whine your name in satisfaction and start to breathlessly pant against your skin. He’d always find a way to catch you to him and slowly start to to hump against you to feel some relief.

Abraham-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d mumble a comment about his hard on for you and would growl in satisfaction while shifting around to get comfortable. The moment he’d feel you, he’d chuckle and sleepily coax you into keep doing whatever you were doing in his dream.

Eugene-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d whimper in his sleep and would quietly mumble his please for you to let him have his release. The moment he’d feel the slightest touch from you, he’d grow out of breath and feel so relieved, he’d start to quiet himself.

Ron-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d turn over to you and search to grab a hold of you all of a sudden. He’d mumble in his sleep, letting his pleas out and try to reach for you, only to grab on whatever he could to muffle himself.

Jesus-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d let out some slight moans and try to snuggle to you or even as closer than he already is or can be. He’d always shift around to feel your warmth and would only stop once he knows for sure it’s you, all while still letting his groans out.

Dwight-You’d realize he was having a wet dream about you whenever he’d turn away from you and let out some moans, grinding himself against the side of the bed. He’d blush and his breathing would grow ragged as he’d get warmer, only to start letting out your name the the closer he is.

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it’s okay // listen here

whatever makes you happy. whatever you want. you’re so fucking special. i wish i was special. but I’m a creep, i’m a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don’t belong here.

Written Secrets

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

A/N: Hi, my birthday is the 1st and that is very close and I’m excited. thank you. 

Summary: Bucky had naughty dreams about reader and he writes them down. Big mistake Buckaroo. Totally inspired by @bucky-sempai ‘s anon ask. 

Bucky had his secrets, quite a few of them actually. And that was common knowledge to anyone who knew him. What they didn’t know was when Steve brought him and his little journals to the compound, the things he wrote to the journal changed drastically. For Bucky’s defence, he did have different journals for different things he had remembered; he had a journal for memories he had stumbled upon and a journals for the dreams he had. After living in the compound a for a long time and developing a good friendship with Agent Y/N, Bucky found himself writing down his fantasies about her. It was like his safe place, a safe place he could write down inappropriate things in peace.

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Some Unholy War

Part 1 of MMA Fighter!Tom AU 

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Ultimate fighter Tom Holland walks into a diner at two in the morning and finds something more than greasy eggs and dusty bar stools. 

Warnings: swearing, violence (lots of it, Tom is an ultimate fighter)

Word Count: 4500


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It was the graveyard shift at the diner, and the only people that came in at this time were the tweakers and those just getting off of their own shifts. It was almost two in the morning when Tom walked in.

He couldn’t help but notice the tired sparkle in her eyes when she took his order. She swayed her hips a little when she got the coffee he asked for, the small white apron tied tight around her waist, the short blue and white dress left almost nothing to Tom’s imagination. If it were up to her, Y/N would have dressed in more modest clothing, at least a dress that reached the middle of her thigh, and none of these stockings, because she found herself having to continuously pull them up throughout her shift.

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When Their Shy S/O Wears Lingerie

~Kim Namjoon~

He was busy typing away on his computer for an email that needed to be sent out immediately. You peeped open the door just enough to see him, but sadly the door squeaked a little too loud. His attention was drawn straight to you and the little bit of skin he could see through the sliver. You would see the dimpled smirk from a mile away. He shut his laptop and say it to the side, beckoning you over with his fingers.

You cheeks erupted in a blush and you intertwined you fingers in front of you. With a small push of the door opened wide and you stood before him with the dark purple lingerie. The bra created a V line down your body. It barely covered your most precious part, which was what Namjoon’s eyes were drawn to first.

He held out his arms and grasped your hips when you inched close enough.

“C'mere Princess, give Daddy a show.”

~Kim Seokjin~

You waited patiently for your boyfriend to get him from his tour. You sat on the sofa with your legs crossed and the jacket pulled over your shoulders. The front door to your apartment opened and every nerves you had tensed. Jin wouldn’t notice you at first, setting down the wine he had bought before turning and looking at the couch.

His jaw would drop and he couldn’t form even small words. You felt the shyness take over and you struggled to pull the lace pink jacket to cover your chest. Jin refused to let you do so. Jin took your hands and pulled them away from the underwear, laying a kiss at the valley between your breast.

“Don’t cover up Y/n, I wanna see it all.”

~Min Yoongi~

Yoongi wasn’t one to get overly excited when he saw you dress up for him. At least he didn’t show it. So when you showed up to his studio with a long black trench coat, he didn’t look twice. He flicked his head in your direction to signal he knew you were there and went back to writing lyrics. With a shaky sigh, you unlatched the belt that kept the coat together and let it drop to the floor.

The top was held up by two thin straps that were tied in bows. An oval in the center showed off nearly all of your cleavage. The bottoms were a thong that hung low against your center and left nothing to the imagination.
The favorite accessory by far was the satin black chocker with the gold bell.

You stood in the cold air as the clock ticked by and Yoongi had yet to turn around. With a simple couch you had his attention and the smallest of smirks grew wide. He let his arms rest on the rests of his leather chair and propped his chin against his hand.

“Kneel kitten. Crawl to me.”

~Jung Hoseok~

Hoseok loved how shy and innocent you were. That was one of the things he enjoyed most about you. Yet you couldn’t deny that the same old Vanilla shy was getting old. You decided to spice it up a bit.

Visiting the mall plaza early in the morning so you wouldn’t be exposed, you picked out the most appealing underwear set. Even as you tried it on that night at home, you still felt embarrassed. The fabric was baby blue and the top feathered out from the bra to cover your back but expose your cute belly. The underwear was a triangle tied back by two thin strings.

“Y/n? Are you ready?” Hoseok thought the two of you were going out for a movie, but was he ever so wrong. You opened the bedroom door and watched his eyebrows disappear under his bangs. At that point you tried to close the door but he jammed his foot in the doorway.

The hunger in his eyes grew and you back away slowly with your chin dropped. Hoseok cupped your chin with two fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“Get on the bed Angel. We aren’t going anywhere tonight.”

~Park Jimin~

Anybody who knew Jimin was aware of his love of dance. Yet somehow it managed to overshadow your relationship with him. An hour at practice turned into a whole day without seeing him. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

He was at rehearsal so you picked that time to make a surprise visit. You dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and matching sweatpants to hide the true present underneath. You have a smile to the woman at the front desk and quickly found Jimin rehearsing for the newest song. Jimin was sweaty and had a wet towel wrapped around the back of his neck.

He could see you through the glass on the door and grinned. You entered the room with arms crossed over your chest and heat rising to your cheeks. Jimin cocked his head at you and rubbed the covered skin of your arms.

“Are you alright Jagiya?” His concern was genuine when he forced you to look him in the eyes. Swallowing your pride. You reached down and pulled the sweatshirt from your body. You knew this was risky and that anybody could walk in at any moment. This was stepping out of your comfort zone 10x.

The bra was a dark blue with a large keyhole in the front. Two straps crisscrossed to cover your nipples but didn’t leave much to the imagination. The bottom was a intricate design that wrapped around your upper thigh and hugged your hips.

Jimin stood slack jawed as you stripped down completely. His first reaction was to cover you back up and coddle you like a child. But his hormones took over. You were dragged to the small couch in the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows. Jimin pushed you down and began ravishing your throat.

“I love this outfit Y/n, but I think you’ll look better out of it.”

~Kim Taehyung~

Tae was busy typing away on his phone, headphones on full blast. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just bobbed right back up. As of now you were standing before him in the plump colored gown. The top was a corset material that pushed up your breast.

The bottoms were a simple thing that matched the color and the pullover was completely translucent. You had never felt more exposed. Even if you were naked, it still wouldn’t have the same effect.

Taehyung was humming and happened to lift his eyes to you. His phone fell from his phone and slapped against his face. You would have laughed at that if not for Tae hovering over you in the next 3 seconds.

“Trying to tease me Y/n? It’s working.”

~Jeon Jungkook~

Jungkook and you were watching a rom-com in your living room. His pad was much to overfilled with boys for your liking. You didn’t do well around other people. Especially people with that much energy. Jungkook was stuffing popcorn into his mouth and not really paying attention to the way you were uncomfortably shifting in his lap.

“Stop moving. I’m starting to have a….problem.” He grunted in your ear. You whimpered under his deep voice.

“I have something to show you…"you reached for the remote and turned off the tv. The lamp beside of the couch gave Jungkook plenty of light as you stood and stripped. Jungkook stared wide eyed at the black body suit hugging your curves. Not to mention the lace chocker and the string that ran down the center of your breast to the bodysuit.

"Y/n, you look gorgeous. But get on that fucking bed before you regret it.”

~First request I did from my own ideas in awhile. Hope you enjoy!~

Other Ways (M)


This is my first request and I was actually really excited to write it! Thank you so much for reading! I hope I got what you requested right, I tired my best!

Originally posted by nakamotens

Okay but like how does he make sweating look hot asdfghjkl;

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Warnings: Sexual Content/cursing/thigh riding/dry humping

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When their S/O wears sexy lingerie (PNG) (M-ish)


Jin would not have expected you to wear something like this but he definitely enjoyed it. He loved the way there was just the right amount of skin to turn him on and he loved the way the fabric wasn’t fully opaque making the outift skimpy yet laid back. Jin wouldn’t hesitate to close the distance betweent the two of you while placing his cold hands on your waist sending chills down your spine, he would pick you up bridal style making sure to get one last look at your body before the outfit comes off.

“Y/N-ah, you shouldn’t tease me like this”


Namjoon would come home after a long day exhausted, only to find you in an outfit he wasn’t expecting. Seeing your body and the way the lingerie perfectly sat on you got him wanting more of you, visually and physically. He loved the way the gems on the bralette and skirt shone with your every move drawing attention to the areas he wanted to explore. He also loved the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath the half-opaque skirt, making him want to slide it right off you without hesitation.

“What a shame Y/N, I wanted to be nice tonight, guess there’s a change of plans”


Yoongi would be at the studio working on some new music when you walk in, wearing a huge coat that went all the way to your ankles. Yoongi would be confused until you slipped the coat off revealing a sexy yet simple lingerie set with rose embroidery. Yoongi would stare at your body, taking it all in and leading to him wanting more of you. The piece wasn’t very skimpy which made him want to take it off you so there will be nothing left to the imagination.

“You better be happy the walls are soundproof Y/N”


You walked out of the shower and saw Hoseok playing video games and not paying attention to you so you decided to put on something a little bit different. As soon as you walked out of your room, Hoseok’s eyes were all on you. He loved the lacey design and the way the pink silk boy perfectly wrapped around your waist. He wanted to untie the ribbon and gently slip the bodysuit off you so he could explore more of what he wanted. Seeing as you had already gotten him excited enough, there was no way he was going to hold back.

“You’ve gotten me excited Y/N, i’m not holding back tonight”


Jimin came home early from dance practice after you sent him a sneak peek of your outfit. When he entered your bedroom to see you in the stunning red outfit he couldn’t help but stare. His eyes were all over your body taking it in with every glance. He loved the amount of skin it showed and the way the colour complimented your skin tone. He approached you while wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you to him and tugging at the ribbon on the panties making them slip right off.

“I’ve got a lot more to see baby, and I won’t go easy on you”


Taehyung had spent his day going around Seoul doing whatever his heart desired so to come home seeing you in such an outfit was an addition to his pleasures. Taehyung loves silk, and silk on you was even better. Taehyung wouldn’t hesitate to slip the robe right off you and leave you wearing almost nothing. He would pull you in and instantly grab at your ass while whispering dirty things in your ear.

“Wait till you see how i’m gonna punish you tonight babygirl”


Jungkook had been practising all day and was ready to hit the sheets as soon as he got home but seeing you in such an outfit definitely made him have a change of plans. He loved the way the lace and silk robe was perfectly draped over your shoulders and the way the top perfectly framed your figure making him want to take you in, in many different ways. He would tug at the elastic of your shorts signaling for you to come closer

“Want to try something new?”

How Unpleasant

Chlonath Week Day 1: Bickering/Flirting. A day late, but I was busy. TwT


Chloe Bourgeois did not understand what the heck was so great about Nathanael Kurtzberg.

She’d gone to middle school with the guy. As far as she knew, he was a weird little twerp with long hair and nothing going for him in the body department. So why was it that every other girl she passed in the hallway seemed to be giggling over him? One summer vacation could not possibly change such a “not” to a “hot.”

“Sorry Chloe,” Sabrina said as she led the way to the art classroom during lunch. “I don’t know why I keep forgetting my biology textbook in there.”

Chloe snorted. “What are you apologizing for? Just hurry up so we can get some real food.” She’d made a reservation for them at their favorite restaurant between classes that morning and she wasn’t about to lose it. Sabrina had been craving their food for weeks.

When they entered the art classroom, Chloe looked around with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. She liked art, but she hated the art process. Too dirty. Too hard. Adrien had accidentally spilled paint on her favorite purse when they were kids, and she’d screamed bloody murder until her father bought her a new one. She forgave Adrien, of course, but the whole ordeal had left her traumatized.

There were other students in the room: a girl putting together some complicated sculpture, a trio of three others crocheting in the corner, a boy painting a fruit bowl, and a redhaired guy sitting on the windowsill with a sketchbook balanced on his long legs.

Chloe did a double take.

Long red hair pulled back into a short ponytail. Sea green eyes narrowed in concentration. Those parts were certainly familiar, but the jaw… the arm muscles… the longer legs and the form-fitting shirt that left nothing to the imagination…

“Can I help you, Chloe?”

Her eyes darted from body to face. Nathanael Kurtzberg stared straight at her.

And he was hot. 

With growing horror, Chloe realized that her mouth was open—she hadn’t just been caught staring, she’d been caught gawking.

“No! You can’t!” she screamed, causing everyone else in the room to stare at her as well. Humiliation turned her cheeks crimson. She had to salvage the situation somehow. “What, you thought that I was staring at you? Get real! It’s not my fault you decided to sit in the window. A-And who does that, anyway? Overly sensitive, artsy freaks like you?”

Something dark flickered across Nathanael’s face for a moment. And then, to her shock and perverted delight, he smiled. “I see,” he said. He turned his attention back to his sketchbook. “That’s fair. You’ve never been much to look at yourself.”

Chloe squeaked with fury, but by then Sabrina had scurried to her side, textbook in hand. “Come on, Sabrina!” she snapped, too flustered to even think up a decent response to the insult. She’d have one ready for the next time she saw him in the hallway.

Because she was never stepping foot in the art room again.

You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst…and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: Message me if you want to be tagged in anything. Let me know how my writing is pleaaaaaase

Tagging: @imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes

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anonymous asked:

I agree with all that is being said about how monel and kara get to kiss and be more sexual and stuff than sanvers, but also, remember that chyler didnt want to sexualize the relationship? maybe she's not ready. maybe she thinks this is what we want. who knows.

There is a difference between sexualizing a lesbian couple and having them not even show any sexual interest in each other at all. They get a quick kiss every now and then and have never been shown so much as within 10 feet of a bed. You could say that Alex in lingerie in 2x13 implied sex, but we all saw how that scene ended. And by the way, I get that Supergirl’s a “family” show, but that was some of the most modest and unrevealing lingerie I’ve ever seen on TV. Some people would also bring up 2x09. I mean, didn’t we get that “morning after” scene where Maggie was wearing Alex’s shirt and Alex was all giddy and everything? Yeah, sure we got that. But it was still so ambiguous that plenty of fans were left wondering “did they actually have sex or not?”

With Kara and M*n El, the writers left NOTHING up to the imagination. He was naked. In her bed. Clothes strewn everywhere. They got a morning after scene that last twice as long, if not longer, than Sanvers. They kissed 3 fucking times, held each other close, and were pretty darn affectionate/intimate. Yet Sanvers gets…a chaste kiss on the lips? Less than 3 minutes of screen time an episode? While K*ramel sits on no less than a third of an episode EVER.

It’s not about sexualizing Sanvers’ relationship. That’s not what we want. It’s about being treated the same way as any other hetero relationship, which DOES include showing intimate scenes. And not just the intimate scenes like tonight where Alex fell apart while Maggie held her or where they talk out their problems. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE those scenes because it shows their relationship is real and strong. But the one thing missing is the sexual intimacy. Something every other hetero couple in the history of TV shows has always received in abundance.

Quite frankly, even a short, but hot make out session would be fine with me by now. Just SOMETHING longer than the 1-2 second kisses we’ve been getting. But we all know that’s wishful thinking.