“Next time.” A Nolan Holloway Imagine. (Slight smut.)
It had been a long day, a frustrating one. Not because it had been a bad one, no, it was just your hormones going crazy, but how should you be able to control it, when Nolan would be walking around looking like a freaking Greek god all the time? Your dreams lately hadn’t been helping you in any way either.. You would have the steamiest dreams and then wake up, right before anything good would happen. So it wasn’t surprising to you that you had a hard time focusing during your last period when Nolan was sitting right in front of you, his leather jacket covering his torso. You were thinking about your dream when all of sudden the teacher called your name.
“Y/N and Nolan, you two will be working together on this, I expect you to use time outside of school on this too, it will be taken into consideration for your final grade of this semester, so work hard. That goes for all of you! Okay, you’ll get the last fifteen minutes to discuss your choice of topic. Get started.” You sighed as you rubbed your face trying to shake your frustrations off of you. Nolan smiled when he turned around to face you, those blue eyes doing nothing to help you stop your thoughts.
“So what do you wanna do?” he asked, his smile sending a tingling to where you wanted him. You, oh god do I wanna do you, you thought but smiled instead.
“Um, how about we do something about the comparison between then and now? Show how we evolved from primal survivors to more complex people who no longer just do things because it’s a basic need?” you said, hoping you weren’t rambling as much as you thought.
“Like sex.” Nolan chuckled, when he saw your face, he turned red. “I..I- just meant that we no longer do that because it’s a basic need. You know? Look, I’m sorry, it was just the first thing that popped into my head. I think it’s a great idea.” He coughed out. You smiled at his nervousness.
“Okay, yeah. Um, how about we meet up later and start outlining, is that fine with you?” You questioned, Nolan already nodding before you had finished.
“Of course. We can do it at my place, after practice?” he offered. You nodded as you gathered your things, ready to go home.
“Sure, text me the address and time, and I’ll be there.” You said, pushing a piece of paper towards him with your number on it. Nolan nodded and watched you leave.
You hurried home after school, so sexually frustrated that you knew you had to take care of it before heading to Nolan’s place. Luckily, your family wasn’t home, so you threw your stuff at the end of your bed, and stripped from your clothes and picked up your toy. It had been a while since you had used it, but oh boy was it a great feeling to finally have some pressure relived. With all of the built up tension it wouldn’t have taken you long to finish. Just as you were about to come, a text from Nolan occupied your screen.
“Hi! Practice got cancelled, I can pick you up in ten if you are ready, so we can get this thing started.” You sighed even more frustrated than before. Typing a quick okay back, you rose from your bed, and got dressed in a pair of sweats and a tight white top before throwing your hair into a ponytail, grabbing your toy to wash it quickly. It wasn’t long before you heard a car pull up outside, so you grabbed your bag and hurried outside to meet Nolan.
The first few hours went by fast, you made your outline, got started on the presentation and ate plenty of ice cream. You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked at Nolan, ice cream covering the very tip of his nose. He looked at you strangely.
“What?” He chuckled, you rose from your position and walked towards him, wiping the ice cream of his nose. His cheeks got a slight pink tint afterwards, but it was nothing compared to his reaction when you licked it off you finger, not thinking anything of it. He stared at you from his seated position and when you looked down, you couldn’t help but get a rushing feeling to your core. Nolan reached out for you, his fingers brushing against yours in a soft attempt to pull you closer, without crossing your boundaries. You didn’t mind his contact, and walked closer. It was when he pulled you into his lap that your own cheeks matched his pink tint from earlier. You were straddling him, looking into those blue eyes when he leaned in, looking for any discomfort. You reassured him by closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss was soft at first, but it wasn’t long before your frustrations from earlier came into play, your hips grinding into his, trying to remove some pressure. To your surprise, Nolan pulled back looking at you, his eyes a shade darker and a smirk playing in the corner of his lips.
“So that’s why you were squirming in your seat earlier huh?” He teased, his hands traveling to the exposed skin on you back and sides. You rolled your eyes trying to hide the fact that he was right. Nolan chuckled as he leaned forward a little bit.
“So I take it that you’re not super horny right now?” You shook your head , not wanting him to know how you felt about him. The devilish smile that erupted on his face sent chills down your spine.
“Soo, if I, let’s say, start kissing your neck right now, I won’t get a moan out of you? You won’t enjoy it in any way?” You shook your head again, but decided to play along. Letting your hand travel from his chest to his hair, you shrugged.
“No, you won’t, but I’ll bet I’ll get one out of you.” You smirked as you saw the dark shade become darker.
“You sure ‘bout that?” You nodded. Nolan took your nod as approval and seconds later, his lips were attached to your neck, sending the most thrilling feeling through your body. You reacted immediately, tilting your head to the side to give him the access he needed but biting your lip holding back the sound he so desperately wanted to hear coming from you. You grabbed his head, forcing it back so you could kiss him. He responded immediately, his hands grabbing your hips harshly making you smile in triumph and your feeling of victory only grew, when something beneath you did as well.
Pulling apart, you smirked at him, “getting excited?” Nolan rolled his eyes, “screw you.” He growled making you laugh. “Gladly.” You responded. When he realized what you said, he didn’t waste any time. He got up, you still in his lap and walked towards the bed, throwing you onto it. However, just as he hovered over you, lips on your neck once again and hands ready to rip your pants off, the sound of a door slamming rang through his house. Nolan’s eyes went wide with panic and then he sighed loudly.
“Of course today was the day she had the short shift at work.” He grumbled, head falling onto your chest. A few moments later you could hear footsteps and you both jumped apart.
“Nolan, I thought I told you to not slee-” his mom stopped death in her tracks when she opened the door and saw you lying on the bed, book in front of you and Nolan in his chair, reading a paragraph. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were sleeping again, you know how I feel about sleeping during the afternoon.” Nolan smiled at his mom.
“Not sleeping. We’re just doing homework.” You tried really hard not to laugh, since you could still see the lump in his pants, but he did a great job at hiding it from his mom.
“Oh that’s great. I’m just gonna leave you to it then. It was nice to meet you young lady.”
“My pleasure Mrs. Holloway.” You said sweetly. As soon as she had left, Nolan sighed loudly and walked towards you looking like a hurt puppy. Plopping down next to you, he apologized.
“It’s okay. You’ll make it up to me next time.” You said, winking.
Hi guys! I guess I’m back! So, I know this imagine is not the smut I wanted it to be, but it was getting sooooo long! So if enough people like it, I will write a part 2 to it. Have a great night!
Emma Swan just wants to write the follow-up to her bestselling debut novel, that’s all. But when she gets off to a rough start with her new editor, Killian Jones, she knows it’s not going according to plan. Then, an unexpected figure from Emma’s past reappears and life begins to mirror the crime thriller she’s penning. Suspicion and secrets abound–but love might too. A writer/editor AU with a thriller twist.
Rated E. Story warnings: sexual content, kidnapping, some gore, violence, and minor character death–not to mention salty language! OnAo3 here.
Chapter warnings: more plotting and lying, and mentions of unpleasant time spent in foster care.
Happy birthday to me! Today I’m going to make like a hobbit and post this chapter (though I’ll let you decide how much of a gift that is, haha.) Just know that your comments and likes and kudos and reblogs have been cherished and squealed over. Thank you to @captainswanbigbang for all you’ve done to make this possible, and all the support you’ve given. Sophie @shady-swan-jones made the delightful banner and another photoset that I adore. Kayla @bleebug did some incredible art for the first chapter, which you can check out here. And all the love and thanks to Kris @sambethe for beta-ing this and making it a ton better.
Emma turns in some first drafts, and Killian sees another connection between them. His realization of how much her book means to her sparks a realization of his own.
Killian pressed his hand to his temple, willing the headache to stay away. He hadn’t seen Emma since his meeting with her at Granny’s a couple weeks before. They’d exchanged emails back and forth, terse on her end and exceedingly polite (he might be compensating for something, his brain whispered) on his.
But today was the day he’d asked for her prospectus and an outline. It was due at the end of the day, which was rapidly approaching. He glanced up at the clock, wincing when he saw that it was nearly three in the afternoon.
Then he heard a knock on his office door. “Come in.”
After a long wait, with the help of my buddy @sparksparta, I finally bring you the first part of the comic ‘Bendy in Disney!’ Thank you everyone for your support in this comic, I have been reading your tags and they really warmed my heart! <3
Summary: You, a muggle-born artist, have been hiding your feelings for Draco Malfoy for years now. Though, after an unplanned meeting in the astronomy tower things between the two of you start to change. Even more so after finding each other in the Room or Requirement.
Word Count: 3,573
Disclaimer: not my gif credit to owner
You stare out into the vast horizon from the astronomy tower. This was your favorite hideout during your free period. You much rather enjoyed the view when it was light outside. Sure you love astronomy class and looking up at the stars but this was just different. Better.
You pulled out your old, hard-cover, weather-beaten sketch book and began to draw the landscape before you. You made sure to grasp and add every detail to your drawing. You began shading in the sunset when you heard a voice behind you.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in a rotten tone and you already knew who it was.
“You don’t own the astronomy tower, Draco,” you say blandly while continuing your work.
“You know this is were I go in my spare time,” you hear him huff.
“I know,” you blush, hoping he doesn’t know that besides the view one of your favorite part of this spot is that it’s that it’s his spot too. Then again, how would he even know that, it’s not like you two are exactly close.
You hear him start to walk away and your heart sinks. Just once you’d like him to stay up here when you’re here. Maybe then, you too could become close. You’d had this battle with having a crush on Draco since first year. Now here you are, sixth year and the most interaction between you two is fighting over the astronomy tower.
“You know you can stay right?” You boldly say. You swallow hard when you hear him stop in his tracks.
You hear his footsteps begin again but this time coming back towards you.
He sits a few feet from you, “Just don’t expect me to talk to you.”
You just smile and shake your head continuing to look down at your sketch book. For a few minutes you two stay like this, you drawing, him (probably) thinking. You wonder what could be going on in his head, he seemed to be thinking pretty deeply.
You feel him inching towards you at a snail’s pace, from the corner of your eye you can see him watching you draw everything from here to the horizon. You hate yourself for the blush creeping up on your face, by the time he’s within a foot of you your face is bright red.
“Why are you blushing?” You look up at him and see he’s smiling, a genuine smile.
Because I’ve been hiding my massive crush on you for nearly six years.
“I just get embarrassed at people watching me work,” you shrug.
“Why?” He asks seeming genuinely interested. “You’re really good.”
“Thanks,” you’re blush gets even deeper.
You break eye contact and look back down at your sketchbook. The rest of the period is made up with you finishing your sketch and Draco watching intently. He’s completely mesmerized at how you can just see an image and recreate it perfectly on your page.
It’s Saturday and you aren’t needed nor expected anywhere, which is why Saturdays are your favorite days. You usually spent these days roaming around looking for inspiration for a new art piece. Which is exactly how you plan to start today.
You roam the school grounds aimlessly, constantly moving your head around to grasp every aspect of the school. You step into the one of the many courtyards and feel inspired to sketch it, until you realize you’ve already done that… Ten times…
You sigh and realize that after six years of constantly working in the same space it’s going to be hard to find a completely new area for your art. Just this year and the following before you can finally start travelling and finding more inspiration worldwide.
In your attempts to find a new spot you’re again not looking forward. causing you to slam right into someone.
“Hey, watch where- oh, hey Y/N,” you hear Draco’s voice quickly turn from intimidation to delight.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you ramble.
“Don’t worry about it,” he laughs at how cute he thinks you are when you ramble.
A blush creeps onto your face, “Well, I best be going.” As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him.
“Hey, are you going to the Quidditch match today?” He inquires.
“Um I wasn’t really planning on it,” you scratch the back of your neck.
“Oh,” his face slightly falls. “Well, I’d like it if you went,” he says his cheeks turning slightly pink. “Even though you’d be rooting for Y/H and not Slytherin,” he looks at the ground.
“I mean I probably should go, it's sixth year and I haven’t gone to a single match,” you shrug and he looks at you dumbfounded.
“Not a single match? Well, you definitely have to go now,” he laughs and so do you.
“Well, I guess you can count on me being there,” you say before turning and walking away. You look over your shoulder, “And I guess I can root for Slytherin just this once,” you wink and quickly face forward as your face turns crimson red. A crazy amount of adrenaline must’ve been rushing through you for having the courage to wink at Draco Malfoy.
You take a seat in Y/H’s section for the Quidditch match, all your housemates do a double take when they see you arrive. Which were followed by ‘finally’, 'it’s about time’, 'I didn’t even know you knew how to get here’ and more sayings around those lines.
You don’t know to much about Quidditch, especially since you’re a muggle-born. Not that you know much about muggle sports either. Your friends have explained the game to you many times, you got the logistics but you just didn’t know why it was such a big deal. Maybe you’ll actually figure it out through watching a match.
Draco rose up into the air on his broomstick to prepare for the start of the game. On his way up he scanned the crowd for you and a smile creeps onto his face when he sees you sitting in Y/H’s section. He can tell you look slightly out of place in the stands and is glad to see you actually showed up. He keeps up the hope that you’re actually here for him.
He has been trying to convince himself since second year that he doesn’t have feelings for you. That he could never have feelings for a muggle-born. Except as he’s grown older through his school years he’s realized that muggle-borns aren’t that bad. He’s realized he was just told to think that way, not that he actually believed it.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the blow of the whistle signaling the beginning of the game. Slytherin immediately takes hold of the Quaffle and manages to score within the first minute. A chorus of boos and angered shouts comes from Y/H’s section. Draco looks over to see you remaining silent among your peers. He smiles, hoping you may be rooting for Slytherin…for him…silently. Even if you’re not, at least you aren’t booing.
Draco circles around the field, scanning for the snitch. He’d be lying to say that he wasn’t losing his interest in Quidditch, squinting into the distance searching for a flying ball of gold gets boring after awhile. Of course, he didn’t know if the sport itself was actually starting to bore him or the stress recently rested upon him was making him lose interest in the things he loves. Apparently stress can do that.
He sees a flicker of gold in the distance, shocked at how early on he’s spotted it he doesn’t fully believe he saw it. That is until he sees the seeker for Y/H dive in the direction of the flash of gold. He quickly follows and the two chase after the golden blur, neck and neck. Draco shoves the other seeker, causing him to spin off course and leaving Draco to be the only one in pursuit of the snitch.
He’s extremely close, he takes a hand off his broom and reaches towards the snitch. He feels cold metal on the pads of his fingers, he just needs to get a grip around it. Almost…
He’s nearly knocked off his broom as pain seers through his ribcage. He got hit with a bludger milliseconds before he could grab the snitch. He holds a hand over his ribcage and groans in pain. He rises back into the air to find he’s near Y/H’s section. He looks over at you and you mouth to him, 'Are you okay?’. He nods and manages to give you a faint smile as reassurance.
When he starts to move upward he hears many whispers, “Did Draco Malfoy the Draco Malfoy just smile?”, “Did he smile at you, Y/N?”, “Is there something going on between you two?”, and things of that nature.
He looks back in your direction to see your cheeks turning pink while multiple people start to question you. Though more importantly he sees a smile on your face at the thought of people thinking something is going on between the two of you.
Suddenly, his interest for Quidditch returns. Except rather than loving the sport, wanting to be the best, and move towards winning the House Championships, his goal and motivation to win comes from you. He wants to impress you, and suddenly he finds himself squinting at the field and scanning it as if his life depended on it.
Ten minutes pass with no sign of the snitch. Y/H is currently in the lead, sixty-twenty. Draco continues to scan the field, keeping an eye on the other seeker to see if they look to be in pursuit. He finds himself glancing over at you often as well, trying to make sure you aren’t growing bored. Good thing he’s doing this because it is when he shifts his eyes to you that he spots the snitch once again.
This time determined to get he speeds off in the directions of the flicker of gold. He soon gets close enough that the snitch is hardly a blur anymore. He stretches out his arm when he feels someone bump his side, not strong enough to knock him off his path though. It’s Y/H’s seeker, Draco gives them a menacing stare before turning his eyes back to the snitch. The two race around the field with their arms reaching towards the snitch, they’re neck and neck. Draco, determined to win, jerks his hand out so roughly he fears he might’ve dislocated his shoulder. It would be worth it though, he feels his hand close around the snitch.
He slows down and waves the snitch above his head, wearing a proud smile. The rest of the Slytherin team flies over to congratulate him. He hardly notices their presence as he starts to look for you, to see your reaction. His smile fell, you weren’t in the spot you had previously been in. You weren’t anywhere to be seen.
A look of disappointment washes over Draco’s face as he moves back to the ground. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Did you just not care enough to stay? Did you leave because Slytherin won? Was it foolish of him to think you were here for him? He was disappointed that he ever let that thought into his head.
The rest of the Slytherins were celebrating in their common room, but Draco was in no mood for a party. Though every time he tried to move towards the dorms one of his friends would pull him back to the center of the crowd.
“Dude, what up with you,” Blaise leans onto Draco. “You know you can’t vanish from a party after a win.”
He hadn’t been to the room of requirement in ages. If he was already disappointed with himself he might as well make it even worse by working on that cabinet.
“I actually have to go do something,” Draco mutters before peeling away from the crowd, this time being successful.
He begins the journey from the dungeons all the way to the seventh floor, left corridor. Constantly, he finds himself dodging behind corners at the sight or sound of a teacher. When he makes it to the entrance of the Room of Requirement unscathed he begins to pace and think deeply about what he needs.
I really need to work on this cabinet. If I don’t fix it in time I’ll probably get myself and my family killed. To work on this cabinet though I’m really going to need some privacy. No one else should be able to go in or out. I really just need to be alone, even though I’d rather be talking to Y/N, figuring out why she left the natch early… But I really need to go work on this cabinet in private.
He thinks to himself, allowing him access to the room. He steps inside and begins to make his way to the vanishing cabinet. He examines a feather from the last time when he used that cabinet on a small bird. He begins to realize it’s spending days on end staring at this cabinet that he truly begins to hate what he’s become. He knows he had no choice, it makes him hate all those who did. All who didn’t have people pressuring him to be evil. To kill or be killed. It makes him hate all those who had good people in his life.
He just wanted one good person in his life, he needed one good person in his life.
Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life?
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a crash from somewhere in the room, faint whispering follows. Someone else is in here.
He draws his wand from his pocket, becoming extremely alert. He swallows hard, the last thing he needs is to be caught in here. He slowly moves towards the sound of the crash, pashing piles and piles of randomized objects. The faint whisper becomes a distinct mutter, a girl’s mutter.
He jumps out from behind the last pile of things before him and the unknown girl and raises his wand. However, he immediately lowers it at the sight before him.
“Y/N?” He questions putting his wand back in his pocket.
You look up at him and gulp. You are kneeling on the ground in front of a puddle of spilt paint to the side of a canvas. Your face turning a bright red to match the paint covering the floor.
“Draco,” you say wide-eyed. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he tuts.
“Well, I needed a canvas and some oils,” you shrug. “So, I went to the room that would supply me with my needs.
"Well, I needed privacy as in no one else being in here,” he says coming off more hostile than he wants to be towards you.
“Maybe you don’t know what you’re actually needs are,” you look down at the ground, saddened at his hostility towards you. Just when you were beginning to think he could actually like you, how silly.
He remembers what he was just thinking about. Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life? “Maybe you’re right,”he admits.
You look up at him and try to suppress any thoughts of him needing you from your head. You look back down at your paint puddle and go back to cleaning.
“You know there’s this thing called magic,” he chuckles before pulling out his wand. After giving it a little flick all the paint moves back into the container.
You tut before letting out a muffled thanks and standing back up. A slight frown forms on your face as you dip your paintbrush into your now unspilt paint and get back to working on your canvas.
“I thought you’d be a little more thankful,” Draco raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t like to mix magic and art,” you huff.
“How come?” he presses on, sounding as though he genuinely cares.
You sigh, not sure if you’re completely comfortable about divulging your childhood to Draco, your muggle childhood. If you even wanted to dream about having a chance with him you figured it wouldn’t be best to remind him you’re muggle-born. However, he’s expecting an answer and you only have the truth.
“It just when I was younger I was told I had a gift when it came to art,” you sigh. “They said my art made my talent seem like magic,” you smile at the memories. “I guess I wanted to keep it all down to talent not literal magic,” you shrug,
“Oh,” is all he has to say. “Well, can I see what you’re painting?”
At that you freeze, brush in midair dripping paint onto the ground. You swallow hard and your face becomes a deeper red than Draco, or anyone has ever seen you as. You slowly turn your near paralyzed head to look at him wide-eyed, You do not even want to imagine Draco’s reaction to your current work, yet alone see or hear it in reality.
He chuckles, “I’ll take that as a no.” You slightly nod and turn back to your work. “If I can’t look at it can you at least tell me what it is?” Your face is burning at this point, it feels so hot you fear you may need to go down to the hospital wing.
He appears next to you and you nearly choke on the lump forming in your throat. You set your brush down and timidly turn your head to look at him. You get a side view of his head, slightly tilted with a flattered expression resting on his face.
“Is that me?” He smiles brightly and you swallow hard.
“Is that weird?” You timidly ask.
He turns his head to look down at you, a smile still plastered on his face. “Not at all.”
He looks back to examine the painting even deeper as you rock on your heels as an anxious tick. The painting is a site you captured in your head at the match. Draco with his hand outstretched towards a golden blur, you seeker right at his heels. You painted the world around them as a fuzzy haze to show they were moving at top speeds. In the background one could distinguish the field, goalposts, stadium full of students, as well as the other players flying about.
“Is this why you left the match early?”
“Yeah, I just got the idea and rushed here to go and paint it,” you shrug. Then, you fully process what he just said. “You noticed I left?” Your eyebrows knit together and you move your gaze to him.
“Of course,” he says looking at you. “I did it for you,” he states. “I woke up this morning and the last thing I wanted to do was go looking for a golden blur. Then, I remembered you said I could count on you being there and I knew I had to play.” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, so Draco continues. “I was planning on inviting you to the after party as my date but you weren’t there,” he shrugs. He’s trying to play it cool but truly he heart is beating a mile a minute. He was not intended to profess his love for you but before he could stop himself the words were slipping from his mouth.
“Yeah, is it so weird for me to take the girl I’ve liked since second year to be my date?” There’s no going back now. It’s out, the secret is out. Draco Malfoy has feelings for Y/N Y/L/N.
He waits for you to say something, anything. He heart is racing and his cheeks are turning pink. He hopes you’ll say you feel the same but you just stay silent.
Your mouth hangs agape, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “You’ve liked me since second year?”
“Is that weird?” He timidly asks as you did previously.
“N-not at all,” you smile wider than ever, your face only turning slightly pink. “I mean I’ve liked you since first year.” You see his eyes light up at that, he looks as if this is exactly what he needs to hear.
You two stay silent for a moment, gazing into each others eyes. Both of you wondering what to do next. His eyes slowly move down to your lips, linger for a second, then dart back to your eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He breathes out so quietly you barely hear.
You nod and try to suppress the butterflies in your stomach. He takes a step closer to you and lightly grips your elbows. He pulls you close and stares deep into your eyes. He starts to lean in as do you, both closing your eyes. His lips gently connect to yours. He softly moves his lips against yours, his hands moving down to your waist as yours get tangled in his hair. Neither of you pull away until you both are gasping for air.
“So did you win?” You giggle once you’ve caught your breath.
💚🐱🌻 three things i love most in life: nice boys, cats, and flowers
i can’t understate my excitement over the idea of getting more Free! this year! Tachibana Makoto is one of those earnest, thoughtful, good-boy types that just melt my heart like butter! *SWOON*
despite not doing anything new with composition, like i had been hoping to do this week, i did spend a long time on this and tried some new things with adjusted line weights and more subtle color gradients. hope you all enjoy it!
(maybe i’ll do the other boys too some time! (O wO) <3)
Genre / word count: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 7,174 words
Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?
Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.
Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink
A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.
Bucky’s hands remained firmly on his lap, his eyes glued to the television screen. Black Swan was on and Bucky was entranced by the symbolism, striking colors, phenomenal acting, and the now on screen sex scene between Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman.
Your eyes raked over his body. His breathing had visibly increased, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin, his hands moving ever-so-slightly to cover the growing erection in his pants; his tongue darting out to lick his lips, pulling in his bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth to quiet a moan. His eyes met yours when he felt your attention on him.
“You’re missing the movie, doll.” His voice had dropped an octave.
“Oh, you’re much more interesting than the movie, trust me.” You nibbled on your bottom lip contemplating whether or not to act on your lustful thoughts.
You took a deep breath and reached for the remote, pausing the movie. You tossed it across the room before Bucky could grab it, shifting your position and climbing on top of his lap. His hands found your hips as you started grinding yourself against him; he worked you into an even rhythm.
“What’re you doing?” He whispered in your ear as you trailed kisses up his neck.
“You.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands. “Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Sarge.”
“(Y/N)…” Bucky’s grip tightened on your hips.
“Oh, fuck!” Your clit was getting the attention it needed. “P-Please, Buck.”
“I…” Bucky sighed and stopped his movements, bringing your own to a halt. “I can’t.” He shook his head and lifted you off his lap. “I, uh, I’ll just see you later, doll.”
You tried to call out after him but he was gone in a flash. You plopped onto your back and groaned loudly, ignoring the ringtone symbolizing Sam blasting from your phone. That’s when the idea hit you and you knew exactly what you had to do.
How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)
Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here
“You wanna play cards? I brought
them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
You looked down at Yoosung, who
was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
“Lemme guess… you’ve never played
Seven minutes in Heaven.”
Yoosung paused for a second before
shaking his head
You sat down next to him and
He’s so cute…
“So what game do you wanna play,
But then again, this IS
Seven minutes in heaven
Yoosung’s face turned bright red
In one quick moment, your shirt
was thrown across the room
“Okay, now you’re turn.”
Yoosung who had now achieved a
new shade of red blatantly
stared at your chest
“I-I… uhh, w-well-“
“SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
What the hell?
Yoosung looked behind you
“I think it came from the other
side of the door.”
You stood up and opened the closet
door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
“So,” you crossed your arm and
looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain
The two of them began stuttering
“W-Well Yoosung’s never played
“-I heard you were taking off your
“-And I thought he might need
“-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
You glared at them
“First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and
“We were in the middle of
You looked back at Yoosung, who
had taken off his shirt
“And now that MC and I are even, I’d
like to get back to the game.”
Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s
words, his face was as red as ever
You turned back around and smirked
“You heard the man!”
Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both
mumbling curses under their breath.
You closed the door behind them
“Now, where were we?”
In the end the two of you ended
up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of
“W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control
You walked over to the closet and
gave Zen a smirk
“Who says you need to?”
0.1 seconds later Zen was standing
in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
You closed the door and
“So,” you clapped your hands
together, “Show me what you got.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
You raised an eyebrow, “I think
you already know the answer to that.”
“This is gonna be-“
Was all Zen could get out before
hitting his head on the light
You rushed over to Zen, who was
now bent over in pain
“Are you okay? Do you need ice?
How bad does it hurt?”
This is probably going to get hate, but I don't care. I believe this needed to be said about the TOG and ACOTAR fandoms.
Look–I’ve seen some things floating around Tumblr lately. And I’m going to be as realistic as I can here. Many won’t like my brutal honesty, but I don’t care at this point. I believe this needs to be said.
These said posts have been tagged anti-sarahjmaas, anti-tog (Throne of Glass), anti-acotar (A Court of Thorns and Roses) acomaf (A Court of Mist and Fury), acowar (A Court of Wings and Ruin), and the like.
But honestly, if you hate the thing, why the hell are you bothering to post about it–especially when it’s the whole book or series. I understand everyone’s going to like and dislike certain characters, ships, and plot points, but if it’s the whole, big scheme of things that you hate… Just don’t say it. Move on with your life and find books you actually like and obsess over those. Not ones you hate so you can ruin it for everyone else. I mean, seriously, who joins a fandom when they don’t like it? There’s the distinct prefix fan- which suggests you like it.
And don’t even get me started on when you say anti-sarahjmaas. You are literally saying you don’t support the person–not just the books. Do you even know how disrespectful that is? I don’t think you do, so I’m just gonna lay it out for you.
You wouldn’t say it to someone’s face that you’re anti-them. Think about it. You’re literally saying you despise and loathe, with every part of your being, that you hate everything about them. Their mind, soul, and body. Their religion, their sexuality, political standing, racial identity. And, if you would say it to them, you’re just awful. Hate to break it to you. Well, actually I don’t.
Basically, what I’m trying to get across to you, is to think about what you say. Yes, I know, a seemingly impossible task. Outrageous, right?
But WolfTheBookWorm, why would you ask us to think before we speak? You wail to the heavens.
Because you need to actually respect people, and if you don’t want to, just leave.
Also, I would like to add this: An author generally takes comments to heart, whether they’ll admit it or actually let it bring them down or not. I know–I am one, amateur or otherwise. You’re insulting their work–something they bleed, weep, laugh and cry over.
So just think for once–it isn’t that hard. And respect people–all people. Other fandomers. The author. Everyone.
*sighs* I’m glad I finally said it.
With that said, have a nice day, stop hating so much, and goodbye.
‘That fucking dog. George, as he’s known, is very pretty and very cute, but he is not obedient. I’ve suffered urine, I’ve suffered anarchy and all manners of craziness with that bloody dog. They say don’t work with animals and children, and I’m sure children are tolerable, but don’t ever work with a pug.’ – Aberystwyth Tab (2015)
‘The adult dog… (sighs) George… was one dog. And then there were two little pugs, and I was very, very fond of the little pugs. They were lovely. Really sweet. But George is… George is hard work.’ – Apple’s Meet the Actor Event (2015)
‘I feel like if I say yes to shooting J.B, I’d lose you all immediately. Even if I am a secret hater of dogs, I’d still be like, “No! Of course not!” So, no, (sarcastically) I would never shoot a dog. Not even one as charming as George, who plays J.B. I am more of a cat man myself. Just because I don’t like dogs, doesn’t mean I could put a bullet in the head of one.’ – Kingsman: the Secret Service Post-Screening Q&A in San Francisco, CA (2015)
RFA+V+Saeran accidentally hitting MC headcannons? I'm sorry if this triggers you or something but I'm curious how will they react!
(￣▽￣) This got progressively more fun to write~~ It varies from fluff to comedy to slight angst lolol
RFA Accidentally Hits MC
He hadn’t meant to, he swears!!
He was just so excited about finally achieving a higher
level than Seven on LOLOL that he’d carelessly thrown his headphones behind him
and you just happened to be there!
When he turned around to tell you his good news, he noticed
the newly-formed bump on your head.
Oblivious, he tilted his head in question. “Oh, how’d you
get hurt, MC?”
You fired a glare at him, crossing your arms and stomping
off, irritated by his carelessness. ‘I’m
going to ignore him!’ you decided.
You held true to your word.
It wasn’t until days later (in which Yoosung spent whining
for your attention) when he heard you complaining to Jaehee about what had
happened, and how careless he was.
Finally learning his mistake, he slid to the floor, grasping
at your leg while he stared up at you with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry!!!” he
wailed, feeling the guilt him hard. “I’ll do anything to make it up to youuuu”
Dammit, his puppy face was hard to resist.
He noticed you trying to sneak up on him by looking at your
shadow on the floor, and he swiftly turned around so he could tease you that
your plan failed but… but…
His long ponytail somehow whacked you in the face, leaving a
pink mark on your cheek
“Owwie.” You rubbed your cheek with a slight frown.
He shrieks at the sin he’d just committed. I JUST HIT MY PRINCESS
He rushed out an apology in a panic, “MC, I’m so sorry, oh
my gosh, I’ll never do that agai-”
Low whistles came from their surroundings.
“Wow, what an awful
boyfriend, did he hit her? Her cheek is pink… Poor girl…”
“Isn’t that the actor
Zen? Didn’t know he was abusive to his girlfriend…”
Every comment only made him feel guiltier. He hadn’t meant
to hurt you—he would never!
He placed his head in his hands, feeling horrible about
himself. You noticed that tears were welling up in his eyes.
“Hey, it was just an accident… And it was only your hair.
It’s okay Zen. I know you’d never hurt me,” you murmured gently, smiling
brightly up at him as you brushed aside his bangs.
“M-maybe I shouldn’t stand so close to you anymore…” He
shook his head, frantically backing away from you, not processing your words at
Well, you sure had fun explaining why Zen kept running away
from you like a little kid at the RFA party. It only got worse when Seven
joined in, “ARE WE PLAYING TAG?!? TAG, YOU’RE IT, MC!!!” and running off…
As usual, you were helping out at the coffeeshop, scurrying
around behind the counter to get to the customers’ orders.
And like most days, it was busy.
As you were serving a customer at the cash register, Jaehee
was rushing to finish someone else’s order, and in her hurry, she bumped into
The both of you crashed down, with her knee digging into
your abdomen. You felt the wind knocked out of you, and you gasped for air,
your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the pain.
“MC!” Jaehee shrieked, the guilt hitting her immediately.
“MC, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
You were in too much pain to even realize she was talking.
You closed your eyes as you rolled to your side, trying to tolerate it.
“Hey, take my order already!” someone demanded.
Jaehee slowly stood up, a fierce glare upon her face as she
slammed her fist onto the countertop. “Your order? MC is hurt and all you can
think about is your order? You think your order is more important?” she growled,
glaring daggers in the inconsiderate customer’s direction.
The customer visibly gulped, shuddering from the intensity
of Jaehee’s anger. “N-no, ma’am…”
Your girlfriend clicked her tongue. In an icy cold tone, she
stated, “I’ve never had to ask this of a customer before. Get. Out.”
Ignoring the line of customers, Jaehee chose to tend to you
first, carrying you princess style (remember this gal can fight) to the
staffroom and checking the damage. Upon seeing the bruise, she winced, feeling
another wave of guilt overwhelm her. You could see her silently mouthing yet
another apology as she stared at it.
“It’ll heal. It was only an accident, Jaehee, don’t worry,”
you soothed her, smiling gently. Albeit with a frown, she accepted it.
…Although, she made you take multiple days off after that,
despite your protests.
He’d just gotten out of a 6 hour long meeting, feeling
completely worn out. Nonetheless, it was over, so he could finally return to
You’d asked to meet with him for lunch that day, patiently
waiting for him to finish up.
But he had hardly taken a step into the office, and he
received a call from another business partner. He flashed you an apologetic
look before taking the call, walking to the far end of the room to talk
You didn’t mind, it was just a little more waiting. The call
couldn’t possibly take that long, after all!
Or so you thought.
But over an hour had passed already, and his lunch break was
almost over. Growing impatient, you walked up to your husband, reaching to hug
Noticing your actions, he swatted his hand dismissively,
trying to tell you he was busy. Unfortunately, he was distracted, and he ended
up smacking your face.
The moment his hand made contact with your face, his
expression froze. In a split second, Jumin hung up on his call, setting aside
his phone and rushing to your aid.
But you pushed him away.
He winced at the hurt expression on your face. You weren’t upset
because he’d hit you, but that he had tried to dismiss you as if you were just
another employee to him—as if you weren’t important. But you couldn’t say that
out loud to him. Just because he had hurt your feelings, it didn’t mean you had
to do the same to him.
You lowered your eyes, avoiding his worried gaze, and quietly
walked out of his office. Jumin sank into his chair in despair, feeling awful
about what he’d done. He knew how it felt to be cast aside for work. And he
hated that you had to go through the same experience.
After finishing work that night, he returned home, still
feeling ashamed of himself. You’d already turned off all the lights as if to
say you weren’t waiting for him tonight. He hesitantly opened the door to your
shared bedroom, where you were reading a book in bed.
Jumin held up a bouquet of purple hyacinths, nervously
forcing a smile on his face. “I-I’m sorry about earlier today, MC…” he said
“You think flowers will make me forgive you?” you sighed, a
frown tugging at your lips. “While I appreciate the sentiment, the flowers won’t
win me over. I understand that you may have been stressed from work, but that
doesn’t make me any less upset about it. Well, you should get some rest.”
He looked away, then suddenly grabbed your hand. “I… Will
you let me explain myself, at least?”
Albeit surprised, you nodded calmly.
“The reason I’ve been working so hard lately… even today… it’s
because I wanted to clear my schedule to spend time with you. I know you’ve
been very patient with me all this time, and I’m really grateful for that. I
just… kind of missed passing time with you, so I was planning to finish up next
week’s work and then properly ask you out on a date… But I guess it really took
a toll on me.” He sighed again. “I’m sorry.”
You wrapped your arms around him, a soft smile upon your
face. “Then, make it up to me by staying with me all next week, okay?”
Although you wouldn’t see it, Jumin had an adorable grin on
his face. ‘I love you so much.’
If you were wondering why Saeyoung was laughing at 6AM in
the morning, it’s because he woke up to your face.
Now, he wakes up with you everyday, but it was the first
time that you awoke with a nosebleed. He grinned cheekily, “I didn’t know I was
that hot, babe.”
…to which, earned him a smack in the head.
“This is your fault, you idiot,” you grumbled, carefully
getting out of bed.
He cocked his head in confusion, “Wait, really?”
“You whacked me with your arm. Again.”
Although he felt guilty for hurting you, he covered it up
with another grin. “Just admit that you were nosebleeding because I’m hot, MC~”
Despite his words, he still led you to the bathroom and
helped you clean up the blood. He took it upon himself to wash the blankets and
bedsheets which had gained bloodstains, and even made breakfast for you that
And it’d be over breakfast that he quietly apologized to
“Hey, uhm… I know I was kidding around earlier, but I’m
really sorry about hitting you, MC…” he mumbled, a light blush spreading across
his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being so sincere, but he knew he should
You merely flicked his forehead. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t
mean to. Besides, I’ve kicked you off the bed multiple times because you were
taking up too much space.”
His head snapped up immediately, narrowing his eyes at you
accusingly. “Wait what?! But you always told me that I rolled off by myself!!”
He was chanting it over and over, his head on his knees, his
entire body trembling. You tried to approach him, but he only flinched, backing
“N-no, stay away. I hurt you, oh my god, I hurt you,” he whispered, pain dripping in his voice. His eyes
were wide with horror, and your heart clenched at the sight. He was scared.
Scared of himself.
Now, what had caused this?
You’d sprung onto Saeran, declaring a pillow war, and the two of
you had been smacking each other with your pillows, trying to get the upper hand
over each other. But then he’d tripped over his own feet while he was swinging
his pillow at you, and ended up smashing his elbow into you, knocking you to
You’d only scraped your knee from the fall, and it only bled a
little, but the injury was enough to make Saeran freak out.
“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you said in a gentle tone,
trying to coax him. “You would never hurt me.”
“I d-d-don’t want to hurt a-a-anyone,” he stammered, still
shuddering. “P-p-please believe me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, imsorryimsorryimsorryi-”
You took ahold of his trembling hands, kissing the fingertips. “I
love you, Saeran. It was an accident. You didn’t have any other intentions. It’s
okay. I’m okay. Look, it’s just a scratch.”
It took a few more moments to calm him down, but he eventually
came to terms that it was only an accident, and that it wasn’t his fault.
Still, though the incident was small and harmless, the fear that he could
become abusive, just like his mother,
began to haunt him since that day.
Jihyun frowned, turning his head to find the
source of that annoying sound. Although he had recovered from his blindness,
(thanks to Jumin finding the best doctors and funding the surgery), his ears were
still sensitive to distant sounds.
He walked out of the kitchen, noticing that the buzzing sound became louder. It must be closer now…
‘BZZZ!!’ His eyes caught the culprit: a mosquito was
flying around the house! He tried to slap the mosquito with both hands, failing
miserably as it diligently flew away. Oh,
it’s on, Mosquito.
Jihyun began running like a madman around the
house, swatting at the pest and missing every time. And then, it chose to stay
“Eeep!” you squealed, feeling a harsh impact on your butt. “W-what
was that for, Jihyun?!”
He glanced up at you in surprise, taking in your pouting face.
“Ahh!! I’m so sorry, MC! I was so focused on killing the mosquito,
I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry…” He was rambling in his apology, sounding
You smirked, then grabbed him by the collar. “Hey. I didn’t say I
didn’t enjoy it, now, did I?” you whispered huskily into his ear. You watched
as Jihyun’s ears turned pink from embarrassment.
(Meanwhile, Seven was listening from the monitor. He whistled
lowly upon hearing your words. “Damn. Kinky,” he muttered. Too bad Jihyun had
broken his bug, or else he would’ve loved to see what happened next.)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)
Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg@minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much.
Summary: Modern AU. Your first day at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. Inspired by the novel Attachments by Rainbow Rowell.
A/N: Your expression of love and support for this series have brought me endless mirth, and your comments and messages never fail to put a smile on my lips. For that, I am thankful. With this chapter, we are taking a little breather from the Bulletin and Barnes, but I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
You sat in the dining room in silence as you browsed on your laptop and looked through the job listings you bookmarked over a month ago. The day after Barnes came back from his illness, you decided to call out sick, your mind too frazzled to come in for work. You simply needed a personal day off from the Bulletin…and from Barnes. Though they were gone for a couple of days, you felt like you were on your tipping point after your last conversation with them. Your feelings toward them blossomed into something more than a friendship, and even though you tried to push those undesired affections aside, you couldn’t hide away from them any longer.
My mantra was in full force this week; ya dream girl had shit to do. Like, truck-loads of shit. Yearbook stuff is a pain in the ass sometimes and so much hard work, but I’m starting to realize that nobody is asking me to work hard. I decide to work hard because I want to. It’s my passion and what I care about, and one of the ways I put my small stamp on the world. And I’m going to make sure I do my work proudly. I still have so much to do and have to study with finals coming up next week, but I’m figuring it out. sigh. // Busy is a blessing.