rose just giggles at him and drags him off to watch it with her this time

Mistletoe (Various Drabbles)

A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;


The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.

“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.

“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”

“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”

“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.

“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”

“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”

“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.

“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.

“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”

“Same here.” You giggled.

Soldier 76

You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.

“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”  

“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.  

Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.

“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.

“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.

“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.

“Merry Christmas soldier.”

“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.


“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.

“Yeah Jamison?”

“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.

“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”

“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”

“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.

“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.

“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.

“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.

“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”

“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”

“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”

“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”


You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.

“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.

“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.

“Guilty as charge.”

“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”

“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.


It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.

“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.

“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.

“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.


“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”

“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.


Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.

It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.

“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.

“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.

You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.


“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.

“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.

“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.


You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.

“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.

“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.

“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.

Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 


“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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Hey guys! I have a lot of people that really liked Kiss Me and want me to do a second part, so here it be. Fair warning, I’m not super good at smut, but I tried. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Requested: Highly

Anonymous Requested:

- OKAI NOW! you have just broken my heart with your imagine; Kiss me! I NEED a part two to it or else I will not be able to sleep! IT WAS AMAZING PIECE OF ART i call that❤️ anyways part 2 would be appreciated for kiss me! Thanks😌

-I really liked kiss me!! You should do a part 2 where they DA is like we gotta distract Draco and his friends, and the reader is like don’t worry I can distract Draco. She distracts him by getting naughty with him if u know what I mean ;)

-Could I have a Draco smut pls?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kinda dominant reader (sorry if that’s not what you want. It’s kinda all I’m decent at doing) 

The people Umbridge had appointed to roam the halls looking for people out after curfew were getter harder and harder to avoid. Everyone knew it even though no one mentioned it until too many people had too many close calls. Harry eventually called a meeting about it. All of you packed into the Room of Requirement waiting for a brilliant solution. 

“So, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, Umbridge is putting more people out there to get ahold of someone that could tell her what she wants to know,” Harry said. A ripple went across the crowd of people, wondering was going to be done. 

“What should we do?” Someone asked. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. 

“We’ll have to find ways to distract them,” He said. A ripple of agreement. After that, people began creating groups to distract certain people. You noticed that everyone avoided taking Draco. 

“I can take Malfoy,” You said, loudly. Everyone turned to look at you. 

“How many people do you think you’ll need in that group?” Harry asked. You shook your head. 

“Just me,” You said, smiling. 

“Just you?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Bloody Hell, (Y/N). Have you lost your mind?” Ron asked, looking at you like you’d grown a second head. You laughed, shaking your head again. 

“Nope, I’m just that good,” You said. That had nothing to do with it. You just knew that you had better ways to take care of him than anyone else would. They didn’t have to know that though. 

“Exactly how long do you think you can keep him busy?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, pretending to think. 

“All night.” You took pride in all the surprised faces. 

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really,” You said. Just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Harry cut her off.

“If you think you can handle him, I trust you,” He said. You smiled, pulled your wand from your robes, and walked out into the hallway. 

You strolled down the same corridor you had the night Draco threatened to turn you in, hoping you’d run into him. If you stayed long enough, you knew he’d turn up. You were almost sure that they had routes that each person took. You took a seat in a little alcove and waited. Sure enough, you caught a blonde head walking towards you. Smirking, you sank into the alcove and dropped your wand just to make some noise. You heard his footsteps come closer to you. You smiled when his face appeared in front of you. 

“Hey, Draco,” You said, grabbing your wand off the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing? Anyone could have found you,” He snapped. You shrugged, tapping your wand against your thigh. 

“Careful, Malfoy, someone might go thinking you care,” You giggled. He snorted. 

“What are you doing here?” He barked, face hardening. 

“I was waiting for you.” His reaction was no less than pleasing. His eyes widened and he stiffed up just like he had when he demanded that you kiss him in the classroom. This only lasted for a fraction of a second before he glared at you.

“Have you lost your bloody mind, (L/N)?” He snarled.

“You know, that’s the second time someone’s asked me that today,” You laughed. You watched him force his breathing to stay even. “But, to answer your question, no.” 

“Then what are you doing in the middle of the hall when everyone’s sole purpose is to turn you in?” He asked, watching you as you leaned back against the wall. 

“I thought you might want to see me,” You said, grinning. 

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you liked me,” You laughed. He was good at putting on a mask of cool indifference, but you saw the way he started to shift nervously. He swallowed thickly, not breaking that carefully crafted mask as he answered. 

“I suppose,” He said in an even tone. 

“Okay, so, I might just be horny. Either way, I thought we were on the same page,” You said, bluntly. He blushed lightly, almost unnoticeably.  

You waited patiently for him to process what you’d said. When he did, he gripped your wrist and dragged you all the way to a part of the castle you didn’t even know existed. Again, he pulled you into a dark room, this one smaller than the last. Once the door closed, he let you go and lit a couple of candles. Only enough to bring to room to a soft glow. It was a bedroom. 

“This’ll do,” You said. He stood not far inside the door with the same look on his face that he’d had that night. 

“Kiss me,” He breathed. 

Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his. His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pressing into them with surprising gentleness. You felt yourself smiling into the kiss as he began to rub small circles into your hips. Slowly, you moved your hands up, beginning to massage your fingers through his hair. You were surprised to find that there was very little product in his hair as you did. He hummed happily into your mouth. You pulled away. 

“Where’s all that fire from before?” You asked teasingly. His eyes narrowed. 

“Watch yourself, (L/N),” He grumbled.

“And if I don’t?” You asked. In all reality, you were just trying to rile him up. You wanted whatever spark that he’d created that night to come back. 

Instead of answering, he kissed you again, shoving forward with his bottom jaw and trying to get the upper hand. You could have laughed, if he thought you were going to roll over just like that then he was wrong. Nipping his lip, you began to lean your weight into him. Again you had him backed up against a wall in the midst of a sloppy, open mouthed kiss as you pulled his shirt off. Tongues tangled, noses bumped, and teeth clicked together as you got more into it. Fireworks began to go off again. You reached up and tugged his hair, surprised by how easily his head fell back. Smirking, you began to suck marks into his neck. There was something oddly satisfying about the dark bruise against his milky white skin. 

“Why do you, mmm, insist upon leaving marks?” He panted. You tilted your head up, smiling. 

“I like to mark my territory.” His eyes then took on that wild look again. That was the look you wanted. 

Quickly, he stripped off your shirt and began to run his hands over your exposed skin. You shivered despite the trail of fire each finger left in its wake. You’d almost forgotten how warm his hands were. You allowed your own hands to wander his body, trailing down his stomach and tracing along the edge of his pants. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as you began to rub against him. He slipped his hands under your bar again, rubbing over your nipples and pulling a soft moan from you. Looking up at him, you saw a smirk crawl over his face in a sinister way. He flicked at your nipple again. 

“Draco,” You moaned, softly. 

“Say it again,” He purred. 

“Draco.” The smirk grew and he trailed a hand beneath your skirt, softly brushing his fingers over your clothed clit. To return the favor, you began to massage him through his pants.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” He breathed, bucking his hips slightly towards your hand. You kissed him again, but only for a moment before he pulled back. 

“On your knees,” He ordered. You nearly laughed. 

“You’ll find that I don’t take orders well, Draco,” You said, lowly. His look of surprise was highly amusing to you. Pulling away from him completely, linking only your hands, you lead him to the bed. He sat, staring up at you like he wasn’t really sure what to do anymore now that you’d denied his order. 

“However, you will find, that I can be very obliging if you ask nicely,” You said. You weren’t entirely sure where this dominant persona was coming from, but you liked it. 

“What?” He asked, sounding a little offended. You dropped to your knees in front of him, leaning your face close to his crotch, and looked up at him with wide, (E/C) eyes that feigned innocence. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely. Tell me what you want, Draco,” You said, rolling his name off your tongue with a sensual drawl. He swallowed audibly as you began rubbing his thigh with smooth, fluid motions. 

“Suck me off,” He said, quietly. You locked eyes with him. 

“What was that?” You asked, sweetly. You began to unbuckle his belt, kissing his hip bones as you did. 

“Suck me off,” He said, a little louder. You pulled off his pants and began to press kisses to his clothed member. His breath hitched. 

“I believe,” You said, pressing a kiss to each of his inner thighs, “That I said ask nicely.” The frustrated groan that sounded above you made your lips twitch into a smug grin for a second. He remained quiet for a little while as you began to bite his inner thighs, creating marks. Another odd feeling of satisfaction washed over you knowing that only you two would know about these marks. Slowly, you pulled off his underwear, mildly impressed by his size. He stared down at you, looking smug for a second but, when you didn’t do anything, he glared. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” You said, blowing warm air over his tip. He stifled some kind of sound. 

“Please, suck me off,” He said, gritting his teeth. You smiled. 

“Much better.” Without much warning, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, please with the sharp gasp that followed. You kitten licked the head, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back and blowing air across it again. He shivered. 

“Don’t tease,” He said, though it almost sounded like begging. You could feel the heat between your legs flare at the sound of his voice. It had dropped an octave and become slower. 

You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly and pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach with your hands. He groaned, bucking his hips up. You gagged a little. Sighing through your nose, you placed your hands on his hips to keep him from gagging you further. 

“Merlin, (Y/N),” He grunted. “Where, ah, did you learn to do t-this?” You took him out of you mouth for a second. 

“You’re mom,” You responded, going back down. 

The longer you sucked, the more he strained against you in attempt you press farther into your mouth. At some point his hands has threaded themselves into your hair and gripped it hard. You hummed as you sucked him off, sending vibrations down his shaft in order to get the incredibly pleasing little gasps or get him to groan your name. His hand tightened in your hair. 

“ Fuck. I’m close,” He warned. You bobbed your head faster, pulling him almost all the way out of your mouth and dipping back again. He strained more against your hands and pulled harshly at your hair. 

“(Y/N)!” He moaned, cumming hard into your mouth. You swallowed and let go of him, coughing. 

“I hope you know that I expect you to return the favor,” You said, hoarsely. He nodded, seemingly in a trance as he stared at you lips. You were sure that they were slightly swollen and red.  

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” He mocked, vaguely. You shed the rest of your clothing and got on the bed. You hooked your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. As your eyes locked, your lips curled into a smirk. 

“Eat me out,” You whispered, leaning your head even closer so you could speak into his ear. “Please, Draco.” 

When he pulled back, his pupils had blown wide and his eyes had clouded over with lust. Slowly, he began to kiss down your neck to your chest, stopping briefly to suck and bite at you nipples. You hummed in pleasure as you felt your core throb. You gripped his hair loosely, silently asking him to go lower. He kissed down the length of your body, watching you closely as he neared your pussy. Slowly, he licked along your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. 

“Ask me nicely,” He taunted.

“I don’t ask twice,” You growled, gripping his hair painfully tight. He made a low sound somewhere in his throat. 

It was like a switch flipped. All of the sudden, he was lapping and sucking at your lips. You let out a loud cry when his tongue flicked your clit. He did it again. You pushed your hips into his face, but he didn’t hold them down like you had with his. He let you buck into his face and pull his hair to your heart’s content as he ate you out. He ate you like you were his last meal. You felt you thighs shaking and a knot coiling in your stomach as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Jesus fucking christ. Draco!” You moaned as you came. He picked his head up to look at you, liquid silver eyes burning into your own. 

“You sound gorgeous when you moan my name like that,” He said. He licked his lips as he crawled over you. You leaned up, nipping his collar bones. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he slipped a finger into you. You hummed softly. 

“Fuck me and I’ll keep saying it like that,” You purred. A second finger slipped in, followed closely by a third. Leaning over, he pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on. He smirked at you and you mirrored his expression. Teasingly, he pressed the tip against your lips. 

“Ask nicely,” He taunted. Growling, you flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. A look of surprise washed over his face. 

“No.” With that, you pressed him into you. You both gasped at the feeling. For a moment, you were still, adjusting to the size of him. Finally, you started moving. Bouncing up and down on him, you changed angles to find that one spot that would make you scream. You felt his hands ghost over your hips and you glared at him. 

“Touch me and I’ll stop,” You said, sharply. In response, he whined in a high pitched, almost childish, manner. “Hands on the headboard.” He did as you told him. 

You placed your hands on his chest, splaying your fingers out over the muscle, as you rode him. Draco sucked his lip into his mouth to keep from making sounds, but you pulled it out with a smile. You wanted to hear him as much as he wanted to hear you. You loved it when he moaned your name. You muttered his name over and over again as you circled your hips a bit. 

“I want to touch you,” He whined. You nodded, letting out a low moan. One of his hands went up to play with your nipples and the other gripped your hip. 

“Oh god, Draco. Feels so good,” You moaned, throwing your head back. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful,” He panted. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of you, giving the illusion of a glow in the candle lit room. He thrusted up to meet you every time you slid down. Your eyes fell closed and you leaned over him so you faces were close together. 

“Fucking hell.” He cupped your face, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss as your thrusts became sloppy. That knot tied in your abdomen again and you let out a low whine. You weren’t sure who came first, but you both threw your heads back. 

“I love you!” Draco yelled as he came. You swallowed his words with a kiss as you rode out your orgasms together. 

Eventually, he slipped out of you and you fell next to him in the bed. He quickly disposed of the condom. Both of you laid in the warm afterglow, panting. You glanced over at him, admiring the way his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and the way his cheeks flushed to such a rosy pink. Draco was beautiful. Then it hit you. He said he loved you. Sitting up, you looked down at him. 

“You love me?” You asked quietly. His eyes shot open and his blush flared. 

“Shut up, (L/N),” He snapped. You offered him a tired smile. 

“I don’t know if I love you yet, but I sure as hell could get there,” You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his red lips. He blinked in surprise. 

“Could you?” He asked. You nodded, laying your head on his chest. 

“I think I could.” And that was the truth. Being with him, in any way, shape, or form, meant having those fireworks go off. That was all you needed right then. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, (Y/N),” He said, quietly. A slow smile spread over your face as you both fell asleep. You wondered what you were going to tell the trio when you got back in the morning. 

Put That Body On Me

pairing: daveed diggs x reader 

request: none, i’m just thirsty for diggs like the rest of the world

summary: reader’s goes out to the bar with her friends after a long day and she catches daveed’s eye

warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing obviously, alcohol

words: 3076

a/n: so this is 100% inspired by ed sheeran’s shape of you, that got me in the mood for my first smut fic. i need to thank @diggs4life a million times for being such a great help, and i hope you enjoy!

To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. When you woke up, you had a stable job and a boyfriend, but by the end of the night you had neither of those things. Sure, it was just an office job, but it was a way to make ends meet, and you didn’t know yet what losing it meant for you.

Since before you were in college, you’d had a job and it was part of what kept you sane in day to day life. Your company apparently thought you were replaceable though, so they did exactly what you feared most: replaced you with a younger face with fresh ideas. And your boyfriend? He did the exact same thing.

So yeah, your day had been long and you couldn’t wait for it to be over, but your friends had other ideas for the night. Five minutes after you told them about your day, your front door was flung open and three of your best friends made their presence known.

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Hey, Doll Pt. 2

Summary: Billy takes the cute girl from English to a party….


Feedback always appreciated, especially if you didn’t like it (seriously, you can roast me. I always want my work to improve)

     “Billy!” A few drunks hollered as we rolled up to the party, raising their glasses at us.

    “Hey!” He greeted, fist bumping a few of them as we entered the house.

Music thumped in the background as I glanced around to all of the faces. They were all already wasted, even though the party had only started a few minutes ago. As I walked through the crowd, I kept stepping in slippery spots. I silently hoped that all I stepped in was spilled beer and not vomit. My heart began to beat harder in my chest when I lost sight of the exit. The walls began to close in on me, but I just tried to focus on Billy’s head bobbing above the crowd.

He reached back and grabbed my hand so we wouldn’t get separated in the crowd. He led me into the kitchen. Somewhere along the way, he had grabbed a beer and was downing it.

    “Pick your poison!” He shouted over the music, gesturing to the various bowls of red liquid.

    “I’m not sure that isn’t actually poison.” I grimaced, watching people dunk their used cups into the punch bowls.

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6am: ArchiexReader

hey guys, just a quick oneshot that I threw together. idk, having major archie feels. feedback would be appreciated if you don’t hate it. 

Summary: Archie waking you up in the middle of the night. Basically just complete fluff.

Originally posted by juggiehead

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Golden Dress [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader is Lin’s date for a pre-Oscars party and decides there’s no better way to celebrate than with a little teasing. 

Word Count: 5,286

Warnings: smut, papi kink,a slow burn??? - it’s long u guys.

Authors’ Notes: 

Mickeyi’m bad at this but ren is good at it & i will love and support her always (also the word vajajaja has been removed 4 more sexy reasons)

Ren: So as you can see I had a little help! This is my first smut you guys so take it easy on us, okay? I really loved writing this fic and Oscar season just got us really inspired! Hope y’all like it <3 

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When Lin hired a whole crew to assist you getting ready for one of the many Oscar’s press parties, you were sure that was too much.

That didn’t stop you from making the best of it, though. A silky blowout, beautiful makeup were done, a gorgeous golden dress with a seductive thigh-high slit was waiting for you on a hanger near your vanity: you were almost red-carpet ready.

“I don’t know how you do it; you’ve got the seduction of Marilyn Monroe with the elegance of Audrey Hepburn!” The compliments from the hired makeup artist made you blush under the contour you didn’t necessarily need, but made you feel like a million bucks.

“Lin messaged me to tell you that he’ll be downstairs in the limo in 15, okay?” You nodded at Lin’s assistant, Sarah, who’d joined you while taking care of the press calls.

“All that’s left is the dress and the shoes, [Y/N]. Slip those on and you’re Oscar-ready!” your stylist beamed.

“Of course, just slip them on quickly.”

“Right, of course - and thanks for the dress, Marc,” you smiled sheepishly, watching him gaze at the gown on the hanger. You were still mind-blown by how amazing the team made you look. Only three people did the job you thought an entire army wouldn’t be able to; you were mesmerized by your reflection in the mirror, to say the least. “You think Lin will like it?”

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I Meant Something Like That - Steve Harrington x Reader

[AN: Based off the an amazing request I received asking for a Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader based loosely off the ‘Cooler’ Episode from New Girl with the first ever Nick and Jess kiss and also one of my favourite kisses in the history of television. You don’t understand the happy dance I did when I received this prompt!

To maybe follow some of this fic you may have to look up the rules to True American, just for the fist couple of paragraphs of this fic if you aren’t familiar.]

Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

Originally posted by aesaddict

You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself partaking in the excited games of your younger brother and his friends, upon turning thirteen and suddenly becoming interested in the boys in your classes you hadn’t spent much longer than half an hour in the presence of Dustin or his nerd squad. However something to do with Steve Harrington turning up to your house with a bottle of stolen liquor for you both to share and a promise that it ‘wouldn’t be all that bad’ had swayed you into playing a game with rules that were not all that clear. 

‘Okay so remind me again,’ you giggled swaying on the spot, ‘the soda cans?’

‘Are the pawns, Y/N, God!’ Lucas shouted, he was standing on top of a sofa cushion. ‘Whoever’s team drinks all the soda’s on their side first gets a chance at claiming the stack of comic books.’

‘Right!’ You hiccuped and took a sip of your spiked root beer, your eyes lazily glanced over at Steve. 

Steve was stood poised with one foot on the sofa armrest and the other on the reclining chair, he grinned as he caught you staring.

‘One, two, three, JFK!’ He shouted.

‘FDR!’ The party responded, each downing the respected soda cans and then picking another up.

Each of you took another step in the weird formation of a circle you had created in the basement of your house. Cushions and pillows lay scattered in between chairs and place mats, providing a safe-haven from the ‘molten’ floor.  

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Glowing Love

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada! 

Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance. 

Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her. 

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut

Warnings: Smutty Goodness. 

Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis! 


Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n. 

The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint. 

Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.

Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned. 

Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.  

Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies. 

Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you. 

Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.

The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you. 

You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.

Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.

The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red. 

Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.

You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”

Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you. 

You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.

Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.

You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.

Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.

You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.

The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”

You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.

Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.

You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.

Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.

He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.

You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.

Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered. 

You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.

Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.

You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma. 

Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.

You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.

Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”

You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.

Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind. 

You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.

The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”

You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you. 

Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”

You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.

Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.

You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.

Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.

You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”

Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”

You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. 

Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.

You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.

Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.

You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.

Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”

You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.

The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.

Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…” 

You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.

Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.

“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.

Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.

You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.

The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.

You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms. 

Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.

You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.

Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.

Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.

The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.

You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.

Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you. 

Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.

Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.

The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.

Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body. 

You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.

A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.

Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”

You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.

Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.

You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust. 

“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.

You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.

Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.

Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.

You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.

Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him. 

You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.

Jeff perked up when he heard the door open. 

“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”

Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”

You giggled and hid your face a bit.

Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”

Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”

Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.

Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.

Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you. 

You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously. 

Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.

Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”

You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.

Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”

Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.

Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.

Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”

Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.

Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother. 

Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”

Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”

Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.

Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”

You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”

Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.

Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.

Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”

Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly. 

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Valentine’s Day

31. Flowers in My 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge

Valentine’s Day was the event where every girl brought presents for their favourite hosts. (Y/N) laughed softly as she sipped her tea, watching the mayhem begin. She was sitting next to Kyoya, who was calculating the amount of money the get up that Tamaki had purchased for Valentine’s Day actually cost.

“Not your favourite holiday?” (Y/N) teased him, laughing at the slightly annoyed expression on his face.

Kyoya smirked slightly, glancing at her from the side of his eyes. “I rather holidays where Tamaki isn’t an idiot. That holiday hasn’t reached yet…”

“I…I brought you this chocolate rose, Mori-senpai.”

(Y/N) looked to Mori, watching a blonde shy girl awkwardly stand next to Mori’s tall figure.

“I…I know you have so many girls saying this…But I think I love you. I just wanted to know…if you felt the same way.” The girl’s eyes were fixated on the floor and her fingers were twiddling on the stem of the chocolate rose.

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“Dreams Become Reality”

Request: Heeeey 😁 Would you do an imagine where you’re Buckys girlfriend and one night you have a very sexual dream of him. What you don’t know, Bucky is awake and watches you moaning and squirming while you sleep. So he decides to kiss and caress you, till you wake up and make your dream come true with him? 😉 Both povs if you Like 😊

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure sin. Fluff

Word Count: 1341

A/N: thank you for the request! i hope i dont disappoint. this was so fun to write. please leave feedback and requests in my ask box! dont be afraid to ask questions! I will tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom!

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You had been on back to back missions for the past two months, sleeping in your shared bed only twice with Bucky, your boyfriend. You had been too tired each time to do anything remotely sexual with the love of your life. You couldn’t even kiss him. The moment your y/h/c locks settled on the pillow you were out for good; not walking up until late the next day or if you were called out for a mission.

No one could take your place during the missions. Each one being to gather intel. You were perfect for the job because you’re an inhuman. You have the power of invisibility. You were in and out of the bases in under an hour then shipped off to the next country. No communication was allowed. If there was, you would have already introduced Bucky to the art of sexting.

Today, you had gotten back from a mission in Siberia. You were to gather intel about what country leaders were working with Hydra. It was midnight by the time you dragged your cold tired body into the Avenger’s base in Upstate New York. Forgetting all food, you trudged up to your shared room and flopped on the bed, not caring if Bucky woke up. Of course, he flinched awake.

“Y/N, baby, I thought you weren’t supposed be back until tomorrow night.” he murmured.

You were already fast asleep. You didn’t even change out of your skin-tight suit. You just passed out. Forgoing all plans to woo your man that night.

Bucky leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before turning you over so he could be the big spoon. He wrapped his right arm around you and put his metal hand against your neck. He knew it cooled you down. You would need it if you were going to sleep in your suit.

“I love you baby. Sleep tight my love.” With those words, he closed his eyes drifting off into a dreamless slumber.

Bucky’s PoV

Something wasn’t right. Usually when Y/N/N comes back from a mission they sleep like the dead, but tonight she keeps moving. She is squirming and moaning. I don’t know what to do. Is she having a nightmare? Should I wake her?

“Mmmmm, Bucky! Right there, baby.”

I can feel my cock start to strain against the confines of my boxers. She’s having a sex dream about me. I can tell she’s close. Her skin is flushed that beautiful rose color and her moans are higher. The higher they become, the more beautiful they sound. She is the living version of Heaven.

I love watching her like this. She is the love of my life and I decide to help her out. I slowly undo the zipper of her cat suit. The cold metal leave goosebumps in their wake. I sneak my flesh hand up the valley of her breasts, if she were on her back I would have buried my face in between the full globes, but I need to keep her in a spooning position.

I pull my rock-hard cock out of my boxers. I rut into the crease of her ass. The cold leather feels good on my hot cock. I’m nipping and sucking at her ear as both of my hands now play with her hardened nipples. Suddenly she stiffens. She moans out low and beautiful. I know now she has finished in her dream, but I am far from done with her.

Reader`s PoV

This is the first orgasm I have had in months. It was strong and the only thing that would have made it better would be if Bucky was the one physically giving it to me, not my imagination. I am still half asleep and in a post-orgasm haze, but I’m lucid enough to feel a warmth directly on my swollen clit. I turn my head to the side; I notice Bucky is not next to me. He usually has his arms wrapped around me.

I feel a harsh tug at my clit. My eyes are wide open now. I lift the blanket up and I’m suddenly staring into Bucky`s gorgeous ocean blue eyes. He smirks at starts eating me like a starving man.

“BUCKY! Just like that! Ohmygod ohmygod!” I scream out probably waking the whole entire tower. I’m too drunk on my previous orgasm and the one Bucky is pulling from my overstimulated body.

My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my walls start to pulse.

“I need your metal hand. Please baby please. I need to feel more of you. Make me cum! Yes! Just like that. I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

I feel his long slender fingers rub rapidly at my g-spot. My walls pulse even faster until they clamp shut hard trapping Bucky`s fingers inside me. He massages my g-spot to prolong my orgasm, but he removes his lips from my clit. He moves his mouth to my inner thighs, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. He had previously removed my catsuit. It was lying in a dirty pile on the floor with my sports bra and panties.

He slowly removes his fingers and kisses his way up my worn-out body.

“Welcome Home!” he giggles out like a school boy.

His cheeks are flushed and as I look down I can notice his very prominent cock. Its rock-hard and the tip is an angry red. He is dripping pre-cum. I push him onto the bed and kiss my way down his chest. I start sucking as I reach his happy trail. I move to lick and bite at his V line. His cock twitches once it feels my hot breath directly at the tip. I slowly give him small kitten licks. He hisses at the sudden heat and wetness of my tongue.

I take him into my mouth all the way. After all the blowjobs I’ve given him, I’ve become a master at deepthroating his huge cock. He moans high and loud.

“You’re so good to me baby. Taking all my cock like a good little girl. C’mon up. I want you to ride me. I wanna make you cum again.”

I slowly crawl seductively all the way up his body. My dripping, oversensitive core is positioned directly at his craving cock. I stare him in the eyes as I sink down on his full length. His mouth opens in a perfect “O” shape. I get up on my knees and bring myself all the way up, only leaving the tip in. I suddenly crash down onto his hips. He gasps and I can feel his cock twitch. I set a steady and hard pace. Neither of us are going to last long. We are so sensitive.

I feel myself starting to cum. My walls are clenching over his cock when he suddenly flips me over and starts pounding into me. He has me in a spread eagle. His cock reaching impossibly deep. I scream out as I cum for the third time that night. His hips start to stutter. His cock is throbbing fast. The prominent vein on the underside of his cock rubs my g-spot perfectly.

He growls out as he spills his thick, hot cum deep in my pussy. He falls forward, bracing himself on his muscled forearms. I can hear his labored breathing in my ear. We both start to giggle out. Both of ours bodies are flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He pulls out and rolls of me. I stare at his great ass as he walks into the bathroom. He brings out a washcloth to clean me up and himself.

He jumps back into bed and pulls me flush against his chest.

“I missed you, Baby. I’m glad you’re back. And I’m definitely happy that you’re havin’ sex dreams about me.”

All you could do is giggle and let out a small “I love you” as you dosed off with a dreamy smile on your face and Bucky caressing your back.


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Dating Henry Turner Would Include
  • The relationship would be bashful at first on both ends
  • Adventures at sea
  • Being there with him when he reunites with his father for the first time in nine years
  • Elizabeth would love you, absolutely adore you
  • Stealing Henry gifts which he sheepishly urges you to return
  • “Darling, I appreciate the gesture but you know it’s wrong to steal- especially things of this cost.”
    “Henry it seems to me that you keep forgetting the blistering fact that… we’re pirates.”
  • Teaching him about astronomy
  • Buying Henry a brand new custom made compass for this birthday present
  • Midnight dips in a blue lagoon
  • He would be an extremely sweet and caring boyfriend
  • Henry putting your life and safety before his every time
  • Both of you always managing to get wrapped up in Jack Sparrow’s adventures of misfortune where he, undoubtedly, crosses the two of you every time but you just keep getting dragged back in
  • “And why, Captain Jack Sparrow, do you think we’d help you? I don’t know if you recall but your last voyage got both of us,” You motioned towards the space between Henry and yourself, “thrown in a foreign jail for weeks! We almost got executed… again!”
    “I thought you two lovebirds enjoyed spending time together, no?”
  • Exploring the world together
  • Henry sometimes loathed the idea of you being a pirate. He knew you deserved better and never wanted to see you in harm’s way.
  • Buying a boat together
  • Henry gifting you with a journal, pearl necklace, and a star map as a present on your birthday.
  • Collecting various shells from each of your numerous expeditions
  • Always stealing his clothes, whether that be his jackets, socks, pirate hat, or shirts. 
  • “I feel like I already know the answer but, Y/n, love, have you seen my hat anywhere?”
  • Elizabeth and Will becoming your second parents
  • Trying out a ‘modern’ life together which involved settling down for a while in a small home. It only took one month of this forced way of living for both of you to change your mind. 
  • “I think we’re too young to live this sort of life. I kind of miss being a dirty, rotten old pirate.”
  • Fishing together off the side of the Black Pearl
  • “Darling, darling, I caught something!” Henry shouted from the opposite end of the rocking boat. Out of curiosity, you place your makeshift rod on the edge on the wood and joined your boyfriend at his side. As you glanced around his shoulder you watched him reel the line with a newfound excitement. Although his face fell the moment his catch of the day was presented.
    “Oh… Henry, it’s uh, lovely.” You coughed back your giggled as Henry emptied out the water from the torn up boot attached to his hook. He gave you a teasing glare and threw the piece into the water.
    “Shut up.”
  • Kisses with the lingering taste of salt water
  • Henry not being able to take his eyes off you the few times you’re forced into a dress and corset. He loves your natural state but seeing you clean up nice was a rarity. 
  • “Henry, please for a second, stop looking at me that way. I love you, but I can hardly breath in this thing. Just please help me out!”
  • When an unsettling, dangerous, feeling rose, Henry would always reach to his side and subconsciously lace his fingers with yours. A silent act that comforted both of you.
  • After being kidnapped by passing pirates, Henry and you lose paths for a while; that was until he made it his mission to get you back and with the, bargained, help of Jack Sparrow and devotedness of his parents he does.
  • Henry freaking out in pure happiness the one time you lifted your dress in front of him then later going to Jack and telling him about the exciting event,
  • “I saw her ankle, her ankle! It was so beautiful- I can’t believe it!”
    “Oh just wait until you see the rest, laddie.”
  • You two rarely fought, more so bickered like an old married couple.
  • But when you two do get in fights, they’re pretty rough although it takes a lot to start one.
  • The after damage includes harsh glares from the other side of the ships, rude remarks, and flat out ignoring each other.
  • Henry usually forfeited first and apologized, no matter who’s at fault.
  • He’ll pick flowers for you from a town at dock and rummage through his coins to buy you a small gift.
  • Heated makeout sessions afterwards to make up from the tension created
  • Elizabeth would love sewing and buying you dresses. She had always wanted a daughter and having someone like you that she was close with helped fill the hole she felt.
  • Sword fighting in your spare time
  • Singing him to sleep with the ocean waves playing in the background

- Daizy

again - poe dameron

fandom: star wars

pairing: poe dameron x reader

request: “Poe x Reader where she’s new to the resistance and he finds her practicing using her blaster late at night then kisses and fluff?”

warnings: intergalatic swearing?

notes: first request done! yay, i was so excited to get a request i had to do it right away and i think i’m sort of happy with it? let me know what you think! feedback and requests are always awesome. x

Originally posted by xhondasoma

word count: 1,239

Poe Dameron had never believed in love at first sight. It was a juvenile and idealistic state of mind that was destined to leave a person feeling nothing but disappointment. Poe had decided a long time ago that his only soulmates were pieces of machinery; BB-8 and his X-wing. That was, until he laid eyes on you.

From the day you walked into base, you were the centre of the pilot’s attention. In meetings and during meals, through training sessions and mission briefings. He couldn’t stop his eyes from gravitating toward you, no matter how important it was to listen to Leia’s instruction.

Commander,” Jessika Pava said, glaring at her superior as his eyes drifted across the room and away from what she was asking of him, “Poe?”

You were sitting on a crate beside where Snap was working on his X-wing. There was a small crease between your brows as you watched him tinker with the Starfighter, which vanished into a light-hearted giggle when Snap turned his head up to say something to you.

Poe felt jealousy tug at his heart, causing his thick brows to knit.

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“I Know You Love Her.” (Ethan Dolan X Reader)

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Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,446

Prompt: Imagine you sneak into the school’s swimming pool with Ethan and Meredith. You’re Ethan’s bestfriend and he’s dating Meredith, but you’re in love with him and end up telling him on accident.

You watched from where you sat beside the pool as Ethan twirled Meredith around, splashing water on your ripped jeans. You sighed and rubbed at the wet fabric that was clad against your legs, wishing you’d stayed home instead of being dragged along to third wheel with the happy couple. Meredith’s high-pitched laugh sounded throughout the pool area as Ethan kissed at her cheeks. You rolled your eyes and looked at the couple who were enjoying each other’s company in the water. You glanced down at your soaked phone and noticed that is was 12:04am. Normally you’d be up at this time anyways, but you didn’t exactly want to sit and watch your long time crush flirt and kiss the girl you’ve envied for years. 

That’s right, you liked E. You gained feelings for him a long time ago and you thought it would eventually go away at first, but now you’ve just excepted the fact that your feelings were never going to die down for the handsome brunette. You were in love with him, to say the least. And it’s been much harder to hold your tongue about it, considering he and Meredith, the girl you had been jealous of since freshman year, were now an item. 

You’ve always been jealous when Ethan was interested in a girl, but when he told you that he was practically in love with Meredith, you pretty much gave up all hopes of ever having a chance with him. And instead, you developed a deep hatred for the tall blonde. Meredith could get any guy she wanted, and she knew it. That’s why you disliked her so much. So when she chose Ethan as her next “boy toy,” your hate for her extended to much greater lengths, even more than before. Not only because they were together, but because Ethan’s feelings were genuine for Meredith, whereas he was nothing more than a rebound or hookup for her.

“Hey guys? Can we leave now? It’s getting pretty late..” You said, wincing as the air grew thick with tension once the words spilled from your lips.

E looked back and forth between you and Meredith, “Uhh, yeah sure. Let me just go get my clothes, I forgot them in my locker.” He smiled at Meredith and kissed her before hastily getting out of the pool, shooting you a wink before exiting the pool area sopping wet.

Your attention was then turned to Meredith as she swam closer until she was in front of you. She rose from the water until you both were face to face with each other.

She gave you a nasty look, “Listen (Y/N), I know you like Ethan. But he’s mine. So I’d appreciate it if you’d stop drooling over him like a dog. He doesn’t like you, and he never will. So get that through you head, sweetheart.” She smiled a sickly smile just as Ethan came jogging back in with his bathing suit in hand, fully dressed in a new set of dry clothes.

Meredith got out of the pool and dried off before getting changed, trying her hardest to show off her assets to Ethan. You were frozen in shock as you let her words settle in. She was right. He won’t ever like you back, and you had to except that. You felt your eyes well up with tears, but you’d be damned to let them fall.

“Alright ladies, let’s hit the road. I’m exhausted.” Ethan yawned, throwing his arm over Meredith’s shoulders. She smirked at you as you got up off of the ground, dusting your hands off on your pants. You looked at Ethan who was smiling at you with that award winning smile you had fallen in love with.

You looked at him and pressed your lips in a firm line before making your way past them and outside into the truck.


After a good 10 minute car ride of listening to Meredith and Ethan flirt, you’d finally pulled up to the Mickelson residence to drop Meredith off.

“Alright, see you later baby. Gimme a call in the morning, okay?” Ethan smirked at her. She giggled and leaned in through the car window, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “You know I will.”

You tore your eyes away from the pair and began picking at the shattered screen of your now dead phone, suddenly finding it very interesting. You heard the sound of heels hitting pavement as you looked back up, watching next to you as Ethan looked at the skinny blonde walking away from his truck in admiration. He then put the truck in reverse, making his way towards your house. Most of the ride was silent, before you decided to speak up.

“So.. You must really like her, huh?” Ethan looked at you before grinning, “Yeah, I really do. I’m honestly really surprised she said yes to me this time,” He sighed contently. “I’m happy with her. I really am.” You felt a ripple of sadness spread throughout your chest as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. “That’s uhh, that’s good, E. I’m really happy for you.” You said, stumbling on your words. You were going to cry; without a doubt, if you didn’t get out of that truck within the next minute or so.

You turned your head towards the window as you listened to the gorgeous boy babble on about Meredith, letting the tears unwillingly spill from your eyes. You didn’t want to hear him go on about him being happy with another girl; a girl that wasn’t you. Ethan pulled into your driveway as you hurried to open the door of his truck. But to your luck, it was locked.

“Woah woah woah, what’s got you in such a hurry? You really think you were gonna get out of this truck without hugging ‘Ee-Tee-Wee-Tee’ goodbye? Not a damn chance, (Y/N).” He laughed before forcefully tugging your arm around so that your body was facing him.

You bowed your head down and leaned into Ethan, giving him a quick hug before muttering him a goodbye, but he noticed your tears. He stopped you as you reached for the door handle, pulling you arm again.

“Wait what? (Y/N) why’re you crying?” He said, grabbing your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger so that you looked at him.

You turned you head to the side, rejecting his touch. “It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He groaned, tightening his grip on your arm. “Of course it matters, you’re my bestfriend. Now tell me. I’m not letting you out of this car until you do.”

 You laughed sadly, “That’s exactly the point, E. I’m just your bestfriend.”

He looked at you puzzled. You watched his face as he connected the dots in his head before looking at you with look of shock, realization and guilt. “(Y/N), I-Im so sorry.. If I’d have known things would be completely different, God, you don’t even understand. I love Meredith, but I-”

You cut him off, “You’ve made your point loud and clear, Eth. Trust me. You’ve been telling me for awhile now. And I’ve been trying my best to deal with it but I can’t anymore. So Jesus just please, please stop saying that in front of me. Stop telling me that you love her. Because I know you love her. It just hurts me so damn much to hear you say it, alright?”

You were full fledged crying now, trying your hardest to get out of the car, but you couldn’t get out of Ethan’s strong grip. He had a look of urgency and regret in his eyes.

“No, (Y/N) you’ve got it all wrong, just let me explain, please..” He began, trying to wipe away at your tears with his free hand. You pulled his hands away from your face and pried his other hand off of your arm and set them down gently.

You looked at him. “There’s nothing to explain, Eth. I already know. You love me, but as a friend. And you love Meredith more than that.” He went to speak again, but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his cheek.

You looked at him through watery eyes and gave him a pained smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” You got out of his truck, “Wait, (Y/N) you’re not letting me explain myself damnit! Just let me ta-”

“Goodnight Ethan.” You interrupted and shut the door to his truck before running inside your house and to your room, soaking your pillow with your tears as you wept in heartbreak.

He will never love you the way you wanted him to.

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You hear your alarm go off, signalling that you need to get up and get busy, but you can’t find the motivation in yourself to get moving. You found out two days ago that your mother has cancer and you haven’t been coping well at all. Your boyfriend had suggested setting alarms to get you up and doing things, rather than laying in bed staring at the ceiling, but it just wasn’t helping. You can hear him moving around in the apartment, and you just don’t understand how you could possibly do the same. You hear a knock on the door but you can’t even bring yourself to respond to that.

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bumblebees-and-rock-candy  asked:

Any chance you’d be up for the following prompt? Reylo— they’re in the midst of a tentative but ever-warming truce when Kylo lets slip dreams/hopes/musings about their children. Rey reacts. Kylo reacts. I would love to see how you do it. You’re incredible. 🙈💛☺️

Rey watched Kylo move around the Falcon as he did its pre-flight checkups with mounting pride. He was doing so well. Not that anyone would ever admit it; Finn always made sure to stand extra tall when he talked to Kylo. Rey wasn’t sure whether this was to demonstrate that his spine was back to perfect health or to increase his height (slightly redundant as Kylo towered over everyone). Finn didn’t trust him and made a point of looking at every suggestion Kylo made for the Resistance with distrust. 

He wasn’t alone of course; Poe refused to even speak to Kylo and Rose had wide-eyes whenever Kylo came into a room - though Rey wasn’t sure that was fear or being impressed. (”He’s a lot better looking than I heard!” Rose had giggled to Finn which caused him to take her hand and nearly drag her from the canteen). 

Rey was his biggest support at the Resistance. It was her influence that had stopped his execution. And Kylo seemed to understand it. 

Yet Kylo was a force they could not do without. The Resistance had been bolstered beyond recognition since his defection. And Rey was quick to remind people when things went wrong and they were quick to blame Kylo. 

The bond was now almost ridiculously easy to open. Rey felt most of his feelings - whether he was excited, angry or merely hoping that the canteen was serving that beef stew he liked. So it felt like second nature to reach forward to see if he was okay. 

She got a monologue in his own voice. Clearly he was talking to himself in his head.

“Piece of junk. The radiators will need cleaning again! And I’m going to ask Chewie how the walls turned brown. I’m sure I heard that it was once white!”

Rey almost wanted to stride up to him and tell him off for calling the ship into question. Even if she wanted to at least thirty times a day when she flew it. 

“Still my own children will probably want it one day. If only for scrap.” 

Rey went very still. It was odd to hear Kylo think of such things as a potential family. 

“Mind you, if they are anything like their mother, they will be dismantling the caf machine too. That and Force abilities… Force help us all.” 

Rey’s eyes widened. He… had a mother in mind? Who? And why did it feel like an ice cube had dropped into her stomach? 

“I hope they inherit her ears. And her eyes. And her pretty little nose. Well, all of her really. She’s… so very beautiful.” 

Rey watched Kylo’s shoulders going up and down like he was taking a deep sigh. Who… who could have caught his attention so utterly? He didn’t have many friends at the base; any friends actually. Was this just a daydream about a girl he had seen? Was it Connix? She was very pretty after all. Or Jess Pava who was also gorgeous and had a pretty nose. The idea made her suddenly feel colder towards every single woman on base. 

Without meaning to, she listened again. 

“But I want them to have her smile. Above anything else, they have to have her smile. And her teeth.” And then suddenly Rey heard not words but saw a vision. A little boy with Kylo’s messy hair and a girl who had brown hair and a sweet face. And a hairstyle of three little buns. 

Rey gasped out loud. They were… 

Something about her wrenching herself away from his mind must have rippled across the Force because Kylo suddenly turned around in confusion. The sight of Rey staring at him wide-eyed made him suddenly go very pale. Rey felt his embarrassment and anger at being caught. But he must have felt her feeling of shock with unmistakable warmth and glee. 

Because Rey suddenly felt warmer than she had ever felt in her life. 

You haven’t even kissed me yet! Rey argued through the Force.

Kylo’s eyebrow went up. Would you like me too? 

Rey blushed and smiled. 


You hadn’t been to The Garrison in weeks, it held too many memories and too much chance of seeing him.

Tommy had ended things with you in an abrupt Tommy fashion around a month ago. You’d been fighting a bit, nothing huge but increasingly often, then one day Tommy told you he was done. The sudden decision made no sense to you. A few arguments didn’t feel like enough of a reason to throw away true love. You’d pleaded to no avail before giving up and fleeing his place, furious. Since then you hadn’t seen him or heard from him, avoiding him all you could.

In reality Tommy hadn’t wanted to lose you, but the fights were making him nervous, afraid you’d leave. So he broke up with you before you could break up with him. It was ridiculous, his brain’s idea of winning, but he definitely didn’t feel like a winner.

So when your best friend Kitty told you she was taking you to the Garrison for her birthday you were far from thrilled. However it felt pathetic to complain - you and Tommy had been apart for weeks and sadly you had to move on at some point. Hence why you found yourself begrudgingly returning to your old haunt, praying this would be one of the rare Garrison nights without the appearance of a Shelby.

The smell as you walked through the doors to the pub hit you like a punch, the acidic stench of alcohol intensely familiar. Immediately you cased the place, subtly eyeing the crowd for those razor-sharp cheekbones. To your relief there wasn’t a Blinder in sight, and you let out an audible sigh. Kitty didn’t notice however, already beelining for a couple of young men sat at a table in the corner. You rolled your eyes as you felt her hand tug you along after her.

To be fair to Kitty she had a good eye for men, on closer inspection they were both quite dashing. You even found yourself blushing slightly when she introduced the pair of you and pulled you into a seat. The presence of two attractive women didn’t perturb the men and they jumped at the chance to buy you drinks. You paired off pretty quickly, Kitty nabbing the blonde one for herself and leaving you with the quieter dark-haired boy.

A few whiskeys later - or a lot of whiskeys in Kitty’s case - you were giggling with the young man, sat flirtatiously close. Kitty had abandoned the table, instead slumping against the bar snogging the blonde boy. You weren’t feeling quite so frisky, but were definitely enjoying how fun it was to talk to a guy again.

“(Y/N) we’re going now!” the slurred giggly shout came from the bar and you looked up to see the pair rush off hand in hand.

There was an awkward pause as you and the boy in front of you both realised you’d been abandoned. Your mind flitted with the idea of making your own exit but you resisted. You needed to learn to enjoy yourself without Tommy, so you poured another drink and struck up another conversation.

Maybe it was because your table was nestled away in the corner or maybe because you were too enthralled in the story you were telling. But whatever the reason you didn’t notice the moment where the crowd fell into a hush. If you had noticed you would have known why, the respectful and fearful quiet always met the entrance of a Shelby.

Tommy headed straight to the bar, by this point almost immune to the looks of fear his presence instilled. There was already a glass of whiskey out for him by the time he reached the counter. He knocked it back in one, needing the release after a dragging day. Most days seemed to be a struggle recently, he chose not to think about why.

He stayed stood there for a while as Harry poured him a couple more drinks, the soft buzz of the alcohol relaxing him a fraction. Any sense of calm vanished however as soon as he heard a faint giggle, a laugh he knew far too well. The speed at which he span around was alarming, heightened senses instantly finding you. Behind a couple of empty tables there you sat - one leg folded over the other, a smile painting your face, your hair a touch longer than he remembered.

It wasn’t just you though. A young man was sat with you, too close, way too close. Tommy assessed him - cheap clothes, weedy physique, a gawky smile. Not a man Tommy Shelby would ever be intimidated by, not a man he’d ever imagine you with. Yet watching you laugh with the man, looking so carefree and content, he felt undeniably threatened.

Guilt gnawed away at him, he wanted you to be happy, of course he did. At least that’s what he thought until that moment, the sight of you coping so well made him feel a bit sick. Was he so wrong to think you’d be like him, moping around, mourning the loss? Unadulterated panic set in at the realisation he really may have lost you, he’d always assumed you’d come back to him.

Tommy couldn’t look away, unable to despite the pain in his chest. When he noticed how your hand was lazily stroking over the man’s arm he almost whimpered. A small gesture he’d only ever known you do to him, something that had calmed him countless times during dinners or meetings. Not that he’d ever told you, he never had been good at letting you know how much you meant to him.

Sadness and anger were at war within him. Heartbroken melancholy battling a sharp fury whenever his vision switched from you to your companion. That man didn’t deserve you, Tommy didn’t even deserve you.

The tipping point was when he watched his rival’s hand come to rest on your thigh. Without even thinking Tommy pushed himself from the bar and began wading through the crowd. People jumping back when they saw who he was and the fearsome look on his face. He hadn’t spoken to you in weeks but right now it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting that man as far away from his girl as possible.

You didn’t notice the oncoming storm until someone knocked a glass to the floor as they leapt out his way. When you looked up you saw him, the one person you didn’t want to see. His face was set with such fury you actually feared for the poor boy beside you.

“Go,” he didn’t bark more than a monosyllabic order at the man.

“Tommy!” you screeched.

“You have five seconds.”

The boy didn’t need any more encouragement, the fear of Tommy Shelby being motivation enough. He scrambled to his feet and hurried off, leaving you in a rage.

“Tommy, what the fuck?!”

The Shelby stayed silent and unmoving, stood rigid until you rose and barged past him. He unfroze and followed you out the doors of the Garrison and onto the street.

“(Y/N),” he called after you, “(Y/N) stop!”

You continued marching, chest heaving with anger.



You suddenly halted, spinning around and shoving Tommy’s approaching body. Of course your physicality wasn’t much of a match for his and he stayed put. Looking at his determined face he wasn’t going to let you leave, so you conceded. Groaning loudly you went to lean against the wall, shaking your head.

“You’re a fucking prick,” you muttered through gritted teeth.

“You’re the one who brought another guy to my pub. Don’t pretend you didn’t know this would happen.”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t come here to make you jealous. But why should I turn away a nice guy? I’m not just going to become a nun because you got bored of me,” you spat.

“I did not get bored of you.”

His intense sporadic behaviour was giving you whiplash.

“Well whatever the fucking reason, you don’t want me but someone else will.”

Tommy came to stand in front of you, nostrils flared, blue eyes fixed.

“So you’ve moved on?”

You wanted desperately to say yes, but the words were too stubborn to form a lie.

Your silence seemed to alleviate some of his anger and he even reached a careful hand towards your cheek. Not that it made it there, you slapped it away instantly.

“No Tommy! You broke up with me, you didn’t even give me a reason. It’s hard to stop loving you when I don’t have any fucking closure.”

“You still love me?” he breathed, inflection full of hope.

You groaned again, hands coming up to rub your face, you couldn’t understand him.

“Tommy, you left me, why do you care?” your voice had grown weary.

“Because I still love you.”

They were words you’d wished for but now you could only sigh dejectedly, “No Tommy, you’ve just seen me with someone else and you want what you can’t have.”

“No, everything’s been shit without you, I hate needing people but I can’t help it, I fucking need you.”

He paused, visibly mulling over his choice of words, deciding how best to continue. All far too slow and careful, too calm and polished for your liking.

“God, this is just a fucking business transaction to you! You’re just calculating what you can say to make me come back!”

“No,” he growled, “I’m just fucking scared that you’ll leave if I say the wrong thing. Which is exactly how I felt every day those last few weeks, that’s why I…”

“What?” it was as if the breath had been knocked out of you, it certainly wasn’t the explanation you’d been expecting.

Tommy just bowed his head, letting out a long exhale.

“You left me…so I couldn’t leave you.”

“I’m an idiot, I know,” he murmured.

You launched at him, hands flailing against his chest, he allowed you some time to vent before taking a hold of your arms.

“I wasn’t going to leave you, you fucking twat,” you heaved yourself out of his grip and stumbled back.

Tommy hated how you could make him feel things nobody else could - guilt, shame, regret. At this point he didn’t even feel too proud to beg.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you and I cannot fucking bear the thought of you loving someone else.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of relief and exasperation. Your lachrymose expression breaking Tommy’s heart even more.

“I should run a fucking mile,” you sighed, catching the small self-deprecating nod of his head, “But I love you, despite everything I love you.”

His eyes widened, head tentatively rising from its downcast position. When his piercing eyes met yours they bore into you, searching for any hint of uncertainty.

“You mean it? You’ll come back?” the nervous hope in his voice made him sound so young, so uncharacteristically innocent.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Your affirmation was all he needed to be on you in seconds. A thud sounded as your back hit the brick wall with force. Tommy’s body was pressed firmly to yours, his way of physically assuring himself you were there with him. In contrast to the force of his body, was the way he cradled your face. His touch was light and gentle, both hands resting on the pillows of your cheeks.

The kiss started far more tender than usual, your eyes fluttering shut as pursed lips met yours. As Tommy became greedier you became more pliable, lips dragging and sinking. Time escaped you with Tommy’s tongue swirling around your own. You could have stayed there forever if he hadn’t started pulling you in the direction of his home, your home.

This is such a bloody mess why have I forgotten how to write (gif by lousolversons)

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just love your imagines for the chocobros soooo could I pretty please request a angsty one where Ardyn kidnaps their s/o and they are totally powerless to stop it and they can only watch as they are taken away With Ardyn bring his usual 'charming self about the whole thing? Come on who doesn't enjoy a bit of angst?? Haha thank you for your time and have a nice day!

Ah, yes Ardyn being Ardyn, quite good. Enjoyable even!  Let’s get the ball rolling!



You shrieked, feeling something yank you up from the marble flooring of the damaged outdoor summoning area. One moment you were  beside Noctis, and Lunafreya attempting to ensure that the prophecy wouldn’t come to, the next, something held tight to your arm and your Prince and friend were further away.

“Don’t be so shocked, Princess.”

You froze immediately at the voice, “Ardyn?”

“I’m quite pleased that you didn’t forget about me. Yet it seems that you’re causing quite the problem with my plan, so I’m going to hold onto for a little bit longer. Wouldn’t like for you to keep interfering.”

“I’d sooner die!” You hissed, moving to strike the man who had ahold of you, only to instead shriek as he bought a rough hand across your face.

“You’re not the only one hiding a secret.” He chuckled, leaning forward grabbing your chin, so that you were forced to stare in his eyes.

“You’re…you’re him from the prophecy.” You managed from the ringing in your head, when you heard coughing. “Noctis?”

“Are you so worried about your beloved, Prince, my little Princess?” Ardyn chuckled. “Oh, Noct, don’t leave your beautiful bride worrying.”

You felt Ardyn turn your head toward the man, who was stumbling to his feet, despite Noctis having just fought against a goddess only moments before.

“Let her go!” Noctis hissed, attempting to summon a sword. “Now!”

Ardyn chuckled loudly within your ear, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, you see your little bride to be has caused quite the upset. So for a bit I’m going to keep a hold of her, should you wish to receive her then you’ll have to come get her.”

“Noctis!” You screamed, as his blue eyes glared to the man holding on you. You wanted to be brave, yet you knew exactly what Ardyn was, and you knew that he could easily kill you, and your entire party. “Noctis, please.”

Noctis rushed forward, summoning a sword at the last moment as he sliced at Ardyn. The elder man letting go of you long enough for you to rush behind Noctis toward Lunafreya, who looked to just be coming around. Sparing a glance over your shoulder you heard Noctis let out a groan, only to gasp at the fact that Ardyn had thrown your Prince into a column.

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Hi guys! How are you all doing? Very well I hope. So yeah this time i tried to write something different so please let me know how’d you find it :) and I personally adore Roses so very much. Plus there’s this thing trending ‘Rumours’ and i too might have made an Id on that. The link is right here : . So please go and write something that you wanna say to me.

Listen to this while reading ***

And yes I cried writing this. Sorry it’s a bit short.

Don’t forget to re-blog if enjoyed reading.

Getting down the car, Harry felt the soft warm grass tickling his bare feet. He smiled and closed the car door softly. The feathery touch of grass brought a smile to his face as he made his way down the field. He never felt the air so pure and aromatic. The fragrance of fresh English Rose field. He lowered his hand brushing it softly over the pink bright flowers tinted perfectly under the light of drowning sun. A beautiful smile crept over his adorning it like one of the roses. Pink and delicate.

“Having fun there styles?” He heard a sweet voice behind him that made him turn around. And there his missus stood. She wore a baby pink dress that was a perfect match to the color of roses. Her hair were side braided. She looked like a complete angel. His angel.

“Oh very much” he smiled before opening his arms for her. She passed him a soft smile before accepting his wide open arms and wrapped her own around his waist. Harry pecked her hairline before she pulled away a little to have a glimpse of his face but Harry was quick enough to catch her staring before she could look away.

“What?” he asked with a smirk. His arms still around her.

“Just missed this Gorgeous man” She smiled at him. Her eyes sparkled with passion and love that they always carried around. Her face glowing with pride that she had. Her lips dripping with sweetness. Harry leaned in and tried to savor the sweetness but was interrupted by her pulling him by his hand further in the rose field.

The scent of the alluring flower became more prominent with every step they took.

“Do you remember the first time I brought you here H?”

“Oh yes I do sweet”

“You were so mesmerized by it” she giggled still dragging him by his hand and Harry kept going like he was being drugged. Drugged by something very precious and delicate. The way her hair danced with the wind and her scent hitting his nose made the time to come to its halt. He felt like the time stopped for him so that he could drown himself in her beauty. He closed his eyes.

“Oh cmon Harry! You’ll love it!!” She giggled dragging him by his hand inside the field of Roses. Harry whined because he wanted to take her to the meadow of lavenders but she tricked him in and brought to Rose field instead.

“But baby I wanted to take you somewhere el-” He was cut off when the cool breeze hit his face carrying the scent of Rose to his nose. The waves that were bugging his inner self were now calm as a ocean under the moon decorated by its moonlight and the stars as bright as diamonds.

His eyes closed and a smile crept up his face. He did looked like a calm ocean under the moonlight. Deep yet beautiful.

“Got lost in the Roses now?”she giggled and stood in front of him arms crossed.

“This is beautiful. Just like you. Now I understand why you love Roses so much”

He opened his eyes when he felt her poking his cheek. Her head was laid on his chest as they laid under the sky. Her breath as even as his. Harry lowered his head to see her beautiful face but she already was staring at him with her bright eyes. She blinked her lashes a few times before speaking.

“Getting lost in the memories again?”she asked.

“well yes. Memories are all I’ve left with”

“don’t say that. I am with you”

“Not all the time.”

“Yes all the time.”

“how?” He asked sitting up. She sat as well before closing his eyes with her hand softly. Blinding him for a mere minutes. She brought her lips close to his ear intimately.

“Do you see it? The darkness. That’s how you feel when you let it surround you. But do you feel the wind too? Whenever you feel alone, just remember that I’m somewhere in this wind kissing you softly. Do you hear the quietness? Never let it overcome you. Hear the sound of the nigh-tangle, I’m always gonna be heard in it. Do you feel the coldness? Don’t let it make you shiver. Feel the warmth of your heart, that’s where I’m always gonna be” She said placing her hand on his heart and kissed his cheek.

“Daddy!!!” He heard his daughter calling for him making him turn around quickly. His daughter came running to him whom he left in the car sleeping. He got up from the ground before picking his five years old baby girl in his arms.She looked just like her mother. Same big bright eyes, same glowing face and same heart warming smile.

“You left me in the car” She pouted playing with his hair.

“I’m sorry sweetie” He said pecking his forehead.

“What’re you doing here daddy? Mommy’s waiting” she said fixing the hair she messed. Harry smiled and brought her tiny hands to his lips.

“Just picking  some flowers for mommy” he said putting her down holding her hand and walked up to the car. Tears welled up in his eyes as the fragrance of Roses started leaving him.

“daddy wait!!” His daughter said before leaving his father’s hand and running back inside the field. Harry shook his head and ran after her.

“Rose!!!” he called for his daughter.

“daddy look!! Think we can gift this too to mommy ?” Rose asked holding up butterfly ever so delicately on her hands. Harry’s eyes were wet already and now they weren’t capable of holding the tears back. So he nodded and carried his little girl to the car but before getting inside it, he decided to take a look back at the field adorned by roses. And again he saw her. His wife. Looking breathtaking as well. She smiled and placed her hand on her chest and so did harry. He felt her. In his heart. Living for him.

And rose did gifted that butterfly to her mommy. She placed it on the stoned grave along the roses.

Here are more of my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that were actually asked for this time

Quick note: The first two headcanons will probably be familiar, since I already leaked them (and also, my recent fic is based off the second headcanon lol). Enjoy the Sin™

• Some nights they take baths together, both of them seated in a tub of lukewarm water, rose petals floating on the water’s surface, dim candles flickering soft light onto the dark walls, and Belle between Adam’s legs with her back rested against his firm chest. The atmosphere of the candle-lit room always starts out serene, usually filled with quiet conversations, Adam’s fingers skimming through Belle’s damp hair and grazing his manicured nails along her scalp, as she talks enthusiastically about whatever book she is reading at the moment. She will have the book with her, of course, and Adam will happily hook his chin over her shoulder and let her read to him. Eventually, to no one’s surprise, the once tranquil room comes to life with the sounds of sloshing water, desperate sighs, and smacking lips when Adam can no longer contain the desire pooling low in his belly at the gentle, clearly articulated sound of Belle’s voice. Her intellect—for some ungodly reason—is outrageously alluring. A deft hand between her legs, a teasing mouth at her ear, and suddenly water is spilling over the tub walls and splattering onto the floor, Belle writhing as she comes undone in Adam’s arms with his name on her lips.

• He doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice, but when she is perched upon his bare chest and tracing a gentle finger over his parted lips, it dawns over Adam that Belle is quite fixated on his mouth. And oh, the fun he has with that. It starts out subtle; him quickly licking the pad of his index finger before turning the page of his book when he knows she’s watching, and “accidentally” missing her lips when he goes in for a quick peck, instead pressing a chaste (but is it chaste?) kiss to the corner of her mouth. It is only when Belle notices a sudden new habit of his, one of which involves dragging his finger across his bottom lip while in thought (and one that has been occurring quite too often), that she starts to become suspicious. Realization strikes when she scolds Adam for saying something crude, and he smugly calls her out.

  • “That filthy mouth of yours!”
  • “You mean the one that you revere so much? Amoureux, your eyes haven’t left my lips since I entered the room. If you’re going to kiss me, please, don’t abstain any longer. I’m sure you’re starving for it.”
  • And she had never kissed him like that before. All tongue and teeth and shoulders slamming into bookshelves. And when she begs him to fuck her, he chuckles and breathes into her ear, “That filthy mouth of yours.”

• Another thing Belle is rather taken with; Adam finishing inside of her. There is something so satisfying in the way the muscles in his back tense beneath her fingers as he comes, the way he settles his hot, heavy weight on top of her after one last, deep thrust. His face always hovers briefly, mouth open soundlessly, until he buries his head against her shoulder and lets out a beautiful noise that is somehow a mixture of a moan, a growl, and a cry. She finds so much comfort in his body trembling in her arms as he tries to catch his breath, her cheek resting against his hair. She would stay there forever if she could.

• The first time they fight—and not just one of their short-lived, trifling quarrels, but a real fight that results in slamming doors and raw throats—Belle and Adam don’t speak for days. Every time they pass each other in the castle, Belle’s shoulders stiffen and Adam sticks out his chin and clenches his jaw. And it is Belle, of course, who makes a snide remark and gets the whole ball rolling once more. The servants make away with themselves when the screaming starts, and Adam is damn near ready to leave himself when Belle gets in his face, the two of them nose to nose and breathing heavily. But there is this superior twinkle in her eyes, and something in Adam snaps. The force of his lips on hers leaves them bruised in the aftermath, and their chests audibly collide when he pulls her flush against his body. They don’t make it to a bed, a piece of furniture, or even a wall, he just takes her in the middle of the floor. And at some point words of anger melt into coos of affection, rough touches turn tender, and the hard snap of his hips slows to a languid grind. That prideful twinkle in Belle’s eyes is replaced by a warm, doting glow, and the two lovers fall into a fit of giggles once they’re through; sweaty, sated, and laughing on the floor in their torn and ruffled clothes.

• Jealous!Adam :-)

• Adam takes Belle in the garden because he knows that the new gardener who has been eyeing his wife is currently trimming the hedges nearby. Belle doesn’t protest at all—she does quite the opposite, actually. If there was any doubt that the gardener didn’t hear her obscene and unabashedly loud cries of pleasure, that doubt was obliterated immediately when the gardener spotted the pair a few hours later and hastily averted his gaze.

• I have mentioned this concept a few times before, but let us just consider it again; Adam getting so overwhelmed while he is dancing with Belle, that he drags her away in the midst of a ball to an alcove just off the ballroom so he can have his way with her. He cramps her into the corner of the already confined space, pressing hot, sloppy kisses to her lips and husking out words of molten desire into her open mouth. Having her husband’s tongue inside of her is oddly much more exhilarating when the chatter of their party guests can be heard from only 15 feet away, and Belle’s orgasm takes her by surprise when she hears her father’s curious voice creeping closer to the alcove, the possibility of being caught distending between her legs and washing through her whole body in a new and alarming form of euphoria.

• Having sex in places where they can easily get caught becomes a thing for them, because hey, we all know they be kinky as hell.

• Also, um… balcony sex… (o˘◡˘o)