silk smiles

Sin City

Genre: Smut, literally nothing but smut 

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook [Demon AU!] 

Word Count: 3.4k-ish 

Based on this beautiful video I found on YouTube



Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby


Demons are lining up as the black convertible pulls up to the entrance of the club. Men and women scrabble to get their phones out as the handsome devil walks over the red carpet before tossing his keys to the valet driver. Cameras flash and the crowd screaming his name earns them a smirk of his red lips and a wave of his hand. Women faint in delight at the beauty and grace exuded by him.

“Jungkook!” The owner of the club greets him excitedly, pulling him in for a short hug, “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too, Jimin,” He responds, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, “I’ve heard you got some new girls in town? Care to tell me more about it?”

“Tell you?” He scoffs, slinging a hand around Jungkook’s shoulder as he begins to lead him from the main stage to one of the more private rooms, “I’d much rather show you.”

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What do I taste like?

What do I taste like?

“So what’s it taste like anyway?” you ask him flipping the page of the book you don’t even know the name of, you’re honestly so bored but Harry’s here and he looks delicious in his red button up and you didn’t want him to study alone.

He looks at you and waits for you to continue.

“You know…pussy” Harry’s eyes bulge out but quickly recovers. An amused glint in his eyes as he smirks. He knew you were curious about his sex life, he knew you would be jealous of the girl who’s been texting him. He knew you’ve wanted him for the longest time, he did too. He thinks you’re fucking sexy and so cute. How can you do that, be such a tease without even knowing it? Pisses Harry off really.

“I’m just curious is all” you can hear your heart pounding and you’re hoping he doesn’t hear it. He’s probably no stranger to it by now. Your heart pounds every time he smiles at you, or when he “accidentally” grazes his hand against yours while you two walk to the coffee shop near campus, or when he calls you baby in front of his friends, or when he bites his lip every time he sees you all dressed up for a party (which rarely happens so it’s an occasion really, especially for Harry), or when he plays footsie with you during class. His friends think you guys fuck all the time by the way you two act. But no, you’re different to Harry and he’s different to you.

“Where is this coming from?” He puts down his pen and pushes his books aside. His phone vibrates and you frown. You couldn’t get cuter he thinks. “I’m not sleeping with her” he winks. He needs to let you know that he’s single, at all times. He was never really anyone else’s after you came in his life.

“I just want to know what it tastes like” you tell him raising your eyebrows and he raises his. “Look, it doesn’t taste like chicken” Harry snorts. “Does it taste like tuna? Potatoes?”

You put your book that you’ve been paying no attention to what so ever aside when Harry scoots next to you. “It doesn’t taste like tuna or tomatoes” he tell you.

“Potatoes” you point.

“Neither” he chuckles. He can smell you, apples? Hmm apple pie, he could just eat you up.

“Then what?” You bat your lashes, trying to look as innocent as possible. His smile softens and he drops his head to the side. Harry’s so smitten it’s beyond him, he’s even gone as far as telling his sister about your pretty brown eyes and your coffee skin. He loves coffee.

“Well, some do smell like tuna…” he says, laughing at your disgusted face. “Only some, I’ve been very lucky in that case” he’s back with the smirk.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought of him going down on someone other than you. But you’re not gonna let that upset you. Of course he’s been with other girls, he hasn’t tried you yet. He’ll be sticking when he does.

“I’m not getting an answerrrrr” you tease and he rests his back on the headboard, mimicking your position.

“Well, it depends. It’s always a little different and…and it’s always little salty…and everybody’s unique” you stare at his lips and watch them smirk and taunt you the entire time. You wonder what he would think of you.

“What do I taste like?” You surprise him and yourself by saying that out loud. Your cheeks flame but you confidently look up, his eyes now different. From soft to very dark…hungry. Harry’s shocked, but he’s been waiting to do this for a while.

“Open your legs” his hand slowly moves between your thighs, leaving goosebumps. Your eyes widen and ears feel heavy. Is this even happening? He searches your eyes for a second, thinking maybe you’ll stop him. You would never, you’ve wanted his hand between your legs since forever.

“Open your legs baby” he tells you again and this time you oblige. Your legs open slowly and your skirt raises up. Harry’s hand slowly travels up and up and up and…oh.

He made sure to feel your silky skin. Harry wants to make you whimper and say his name and hold you till he’s full. But not now.

His fingers rub over the silk and he smiles when he feels the tiny ribbon on top. You bought this one with him not too long ago, he remembers of course. Harry loved teasing you, so he picked it out as a joke. But was it really?

Harry licks his lips, his eyes all over your face. Jumping from your eyes to your lips to your cherry cheeks, he was enjoying this.

You gasp as his cold fingers slide in your panties and he rubs you gently. He’s trying to be as soft as possible, you look so sweet and pretty and small that he doesn’t want to scare you off. He looks down at his hand between your thighs in awe and he’s so fucking hard.

“Shh” he whispers and slowly pushes a finger inside you. Your mouth opens and you hide your face in your left hand, right fisting his silky shirt. He twists and turns his finger, he thinks you’re so warm. So warm and tight and oh god Harry just can’t. He wants to feel you and taste you till the very last drop. How amazing would that be.

You uncover your face and let out a breath when he brings his finger out, out of your knickers and in his mouth. All the while his eyes remain on yours and you lose your breath all over again.

He leans closer so you can feel his breath on your neck. All Harry wants to do is lick you up and mark you all over so when he leaves you would feel him there for hours…and somewhere else.

“You taste so fucking good”

You think you just died.

A Lonely Saturday

Group: BTS

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Summary: your crush on your best friend makes you do a lot of weird things.

Genre: drabble, angst, fluff

Length: 1.3k

A/N: hitting you with childhood best friend Jimin!

Getting quite desperate for requests~

Originally posted by bwipsul

Your ideal Saturday had been ruined, and it had been like this the last few weekends. Your usual safe place; the crease in Jimin’s sofa that you could easily spend all weekend on as you binged watched horror movies had been desecrated on.

It wasn’t that it had disappeared, it hadn’t and you were currently sitting slouched back slightly into it with clothes surrounding you and coating the floor. What had ruined your spot was Jimin; he was going on yet another date during what should have been your evening together.

“TRY THIS ON!” you threw the metal hanger at Jimin, flinching slightly as it hit his bare chest he looked at the black ripped jeans hanging off it in interest. You were trying to stop the smile on your face from looking forced as you shooed him from your sofa to get changed.

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Unknown King - part V

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Here’s part V and let me tell y’all this is gonna turn into a huge sugar daddy bucky fic. Just be patient. Also please understand that the house is huge! and I am not descriptive at times but I will in future parts!

Word count: 1.5K

Part I Part II Part III Part IV 

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You stuffed your last travel bag into the trunk before slamming it shut. You didn’t get any sleep. You spent the entire night packing your things up and cleaning up around the house. Bucky wasn’t home so you hoped to make a quick escape without him noticing. But you know he’d notice soon. You hated yourself for doing this, leaving this way. Without a single goodbye, but you knew it was for the best.

You took a deep breath and gazed at his house. The sun loomed overhead happily. You wiped your nose and grabbed your keys. Before you could open the car door, Bucky abruptly stopped his Porche in front of your car. He stepped out with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your luggage loaded car.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Traveling,” You forced a smile onto your face.

He frowned, “with every single on of your bags?” He closed the car door and walked towards you. “What happened?”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, “I’m traveling to California.”

Bucky crossed his arms, “I went to The Report, they said you packed your things. What happened?”

Your shoulders shuddered as you covered your face with your hands. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you cried silently into your hands. You felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a hug. You clung onto his broad frame and cried in his rich smelling shirt.

“I’ve been having money problems,” You admitted. “My savings are gone. I was evicted from my home because the landlord raised the price on rent and I was fired from work.”

“Why’d they fire you?” Bucky asked, he pulled away and looked at you.

You looked away, “Because they wanted me to give them a story about you for the paper. About how you get your money. Cole fired me on the spot when I refused.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky hugged me even tighter. “You pure heart.”

“I couldn’t do it,” You continued. “They only wanted me because I was friends with you.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt so dirty.”

“You’re not,” Bucky said. “C'mon, you’re staying at my house.”

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have Ace bring your stuff inside, just park your car in the driveway.”

“I can’t do that, Buck. I could just go home,” You said.

“No, Y/N. Please, let me do this. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and this just tops it all. You got fired because of me. Let me return the favor,” he said. “Plus, it looks like you need some sleep.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you eyes began to glaze over. You reluctantly agreed. You got in his car and he took the short drive over to his home. Bucky led you into the palace and took you to your room. It was a beautiful vast bedroom. Bigger than any room you’d ever had. Bucky told you he’d have your bags in your room in no time. You nodded and kicked your shoes off. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.


You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the lonesome moon and it’s stars. The cream colored walls now looked white from the rays. The sheets under you were soft, so soft. You came to the conclusion that they were the softest thing you’ve ever touched. The blanket that covered you fell off your body when you stood up. The bed under you felt like a marshmallow.

You rolled off the bed and your feet touched a carpet. You walked to the window and was met with a view of the lake that Bucky’s house sat next to. The moon reflected off the infinite pool, making it darker than it actually was. The houses across the lake were brilliantly lit. Residents of East Egg lived lives almost equal to West Eggers. Rich and luxurious lives.

You walked to the door and pulled it open. The mansion was eerily quiet. You used your knowledge from the tour to try to navigate your way down to the first floor. After a few wrong turns, you were able to find the marble staircase. The chandelier was on. Your feet made no sound as you waltzed down the stairs. The racket of pots crashing made your head turn on the direction of the kitchen. You entered the kitchen to find Renaldo and Anthony working around. It smelled as delicious as usual.

“Miss Y/N!” They exclaimed loudly with smiles on their faces.

You smiled, “Hello.”

“Mister Barnes is not here at the moment,” Renaldo said in his thick Italian accent. “But we have prepared you a dish!”

Anthony grabbed a plate from a large oven and placed it on the island. It was fettuccine alfredo. Your mouth watered at the exquisite smell.

“A famous Italian dish,” Renaldo explained and began to cut some bread. He grabbed a small dish and placed two slices on the plate before setting it next to the fettuccine.

You smiled, “This looks amazing!”

“Indeed,” Anthony said. “Go on! Sit, eat.”

You pulled out a chair and sat before indulging in the most divine dish of pasta. Renaldo and Anthony went about their business in the kitchen. Though they occasionally asked you if you wanted more bread or pasta.

After you finished your food, Anthony asked you if you wanted dessert. You declined, explaining that you were much too full. He nodded and took your dish. Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was obviously dressed for business. The chefs greeted him and Bucky smiled. Renaldo and Anthony closed up shop, they thanked Bucky and said their goodbyes to you.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked him.

“Maybe ten hours,” He replied. “Did you like the food? Renaldo likes to keep in touch with his roots so he’s constantly offering Italian dishes.”

“I thought they lived here,” You said truthfully.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, they both have families and would much rather live in their own homes. I know cause I asked.” He paused. “But anyways I let them go at around 9 each night and they don’t get here until noon. They have Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays off.”

You smiled, “Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, “It’s kind of my fault you got fired. I should’ve known better than to befriend you, I put you at risk.”

“But why?” You asked. “Why are they so bent on trying to find out where your money came from?”

He sighed. “I live on West Egg,” He began. “West Egg represents ‘new money’. Actors, producers, mafia leaders, drug lords, and so on. East Egg represents the old and respectable money. Businessmen, children of wealthy parents etc. East Eggers do not like us, West Eggers. They think we’re frauds and criminals.”

You frowned, “Are you?”

“Not all of us,” He explained. “East Eggers are just trying to expose us, to bring us into the spotlight and to ruin us.”

“So there’s like a rivalry,” You concluded.

“Eh,” Bucky made a 'sort of’ movement with his hand. “We have nothing against them, but something is bound to happen.”

You pursed your lips, “Bucky, am I gonna be safe here?”

He looked at you, “Yes, of course. I have twenty-four-hour security, a safe room in case of emergency and a plane ready to go any moment if needed.”

Your lips pulled together in an 'O’. Then you remembered something, “Oh! Weren’t you going to ask me something? Before I left to The Report and got fired.”

Realization struck his eyes, “I totally forgot about that.”

You sat up, “Are you still gonna tell me?”

Hesitation fell across his face but he quickly covered it up and leaned against the island. “I was wondering if-and it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed interrupting himself. “With your situation, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage because I’m not, it’s just that-”

“Bucky,” You smiled, a giggle rising from your throat. “Just say it.”

“Would you like to go on a date?” He said.

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the question he just unfolded for you. Your palms began to sweat. It wasn’t because you felt pressured to say yes. Because you didn’t. You wanted to say yes. Bucky was handsome and so, so good to you. It almost felt too good to be true, but you took the leap of faith and dove into the deep end.

“I would love to,” you smiled.

“G-great!” He stuttered, clearly shocked you had said yes. “Tomorrow at 7?”

“My schedules all cleared up as of yesterday,” You laughed.

He chuckled, “Okay well, tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow it is.” You said.

Bucky walked you to your bedroom and said his goodnight before turning away and walking towards the East wing of the palace. You closed the door and covered your face with your hands. A smile engulfed your features and you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Oh my god,” You whispered repeatedly. “That just happened.” You got up and flung yourself onto your fluffy bed. You sunk into the silk duvet and smiled, a feeling of ecstasy flowing through your body.

You felt ethereal.

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Bit of imagery for my loves
  • Aries: Freedom comes from the rush of energy, the rapid movement of your legs over hot coals, giving sparks behind you
  • Taurus: A hand caresses my back, you are covered in the finest white silk, you smile, then are still to take control as you gaze over the land
  • Gemini: A hurtling wind rushes over water and through cities, breathed in by everyone, taking in knowledge of all you encounter
  • Cancer: A watchful mother moon gazed lovingly upon her children dancing in the tides, gently lapping on the shore, enveloped in warm, silver light
  • Leo: Gold fires blaze from your eyes as you lead a nation, a laugh and a steely gaze proves you are the Ruler as you are at one with your audience
  • Virgo: Calculating steps climbing up a mountain side, freedom washes around you deep in the forest, as you wander through dense trees and lush green
  • Libra: Togetherness and synergy, you throw your head back laughing, leaning back into a warm soul where you feel at home
  • Scorpio: A dark photography room with that faint red light encapsulates you into the dimension, your images the only source of vulnerability and power, your love of your subjects displayed through them
  • Sagittarius: Bonfires and dancing, travelling with friends in the van as your throw your hands and head back to look at the stars, invigorated and expanded
  • Capricorn: Kind and gracious leader, driven by results, dressed in black with a smirk on your face at the witty conversation, proud of your home
  • Aquarius: Freedom and expansion, you sit on a rooftop as the sun rises from a night out, never tired, you stare at the fading stars and know you feel whole and loved
  • Pisces: a hand creating the universal knowledge and love, expressing the deeper knowledge you contain, dreaming into the night as you surround yourself with peace
Swept Off My Feet (Part 5)

Misha x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: language, kissing, flirting, inappropriate touching (consensual), dirty dancing/dry humping.

A/N: This one was slightly longer than I expected, but here it is. :) Oh, and the pic below is not mine. Enjoy.

Swept Off My Feet Master List

The loading zone is for passenger loading and unloading only.

You dragged your small suitcase out of the baggage claim doors and onto the sidewalk, still clutching your passport. You glanced down at your phone to check the time.

New Message: Katherine

Have a safe trip, Mommy!

You smiled at the adorable photo of your best friend cuddling your little fur baby. At least you knew that the only family you really had was well taken care of. It was one less thing that you had to worry about.

Like the fact that you were meeting some you barely knew in a different country. But, you had come to terms with the fact that what you were doing was completely fucking crazy.

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I. Icarus is a tired boy sitting on park benches, with wings tattooed into his blistering skin. He rolls in and out of summer days, living a life of spoils from his father’s wealth.
II. Apollo smiles, “Careful, Sun Boy, your wings will melt if you get too close.” His laugh is bright, almost as bright as the glare of his phone screen as Icarus enters his number.
III. Daedalus watches his son as he leaves, wax drippings mark his path. The sun is setting, his son will be safe in his antics.
IV. Apollo leaves the lights off in his small apartment. The fluorescents give him a headache, at least that’s what he claims. He offers Icarus a drink.
V. Their skin is warm with the soft haze of dawn’s rosy fingers creeping into his room. They are tangled together in silk sheets. Icarus’s small smile melts the sun god’s heart, he knows he has to leave soon.
—  Sun Boy (5/19/17)
Red wolves and white dragons

I wrote a War of the Roses AU for Jon x Sansa (starring Elizabeth of York!Sansa and Henry Tudor!Jon). I don’t even know why, but here it is, unbeta'ed, as always. I hope it’s not horrible and bad!

She’s brought before him in her finest silks, but the smile she’d once given so freely was gone from her face. Shoulders squared and back straight, she walked into the room, her mother following behind her.

“You’re ending the war, Sansa. You’re doing the right thing.” She feels more Tully than Stark, duty the thing that makes her choice easy this time. It is her duty to marry this man she doesn’t know, who’d slain their enemies, but would have killed her father if he could.

“You’ll save so many lives, isn’t that enough?” Her mother had said, when she first heard the news. And it was, it is, but Sansa would be lying if she said she didn’t hope her soon-to-be husband would be comely, or perhaps even gentle.

The last part is hard to hope for, though. Fearsome is what he is.

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Always and Forever

Summary: Having been married for fifty years, you and Bucky had seemingly the perfect marriage, but even after those long years, you still felt inadequate with yourself and questioned your worth to be with him.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel or anything associated.

Warning: Angst, sensitive topics (so I suggest if you are sensitive, then don’t read) and lots of fluff.

Bucky x Reader

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Originally posted by esraa1993

Crying.

That’s how he found you.

Seated opposite the window, the sun shining down on you as you sobbed over an old photo album, you were hunched into the photos as you wiped at the tears unsuccessfully with a wet tissue as an old instrumental song on one of his old vinyl records played on the electric gramophone loudly, to drown out your broken sobs.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His voice was full of concern as he crossed the room in long strides, before falling to his knees in front of you as his hands lifted to cup your face, but you batted his hands away, the slight clink of metal from your rings pushing against his metal hand resounded in the bedroom, “please, baby, tell me.” He begged.

You wiped at the tears with your liver-spotted hands, your rings slightly twisted as you sniffled, looking down at your worrying husband with such sad eyes. “Why do you stay with me when I’m such a burden?”

The sudden question shocked Bucky to his core, blue eyes widening, making the lines in his face that more pronounced and despite the pain in his knees and back, he leant up so he was face to face with you, looking deep into your watery E/C eyes. “You have never been a burden. How could you ever think that, after fifty years of marriage?”

“Look!” You shrieked, pushing the album against his chest, hiccuping, a lock of greying hair slipped from its place and fell into your line of view, but you didn’t push it back, “look at those photos and you tell me if I’m a burden or not! I should look at these memories with happiness and joy, but all I feel is sadness and regret.”

“Sweetheart. .” Bucky sighed, looking at their photos, their memories, his fingers gently running over the photo of you on your wedding day, you weren’t dressed yet, but your hair and makeup had been done and you were lounging on your bed, still tied into your silk emerald green robe, smiling at the camera warmly.

Another captured memory was of you and Bucky enjoying your first dance as husband and wife. Bucky had lifted you closer to his body, his arms clasped around your waist tightly, smiling up at you, your head had fallen back, eyes closed as you laughed up toward the ceiling at Bucky’s antics as he lifted you, your hair falling back as he twirled you around the dancefloor. His blue eyes showed nothing but love for you, his full lips parted, showing white straight teeth as he smiled at your happy form.

Another photo was of the both of you laying in the hospital bed, you had taken a selfie with Bucky’s phone, documenting the momentous occasion of your newborn son cradled in your arm with Bucky’s normal hand gently running through the thin smattering of dark hair that adorned his little head. Both of you were crying and smiling brightly, having defied the laws of nature.

Turning the page, he looked over the photos of you and him, going on dates, watching your children grow with you as you matured and wizened beyond your years.

“I thought I had stopped those thoughts, baby, but obviously not.” Bucky sighed, sitting on the window seat, opposite you, opening the photo album for you to see. “You see that woman? I married her, despite everything, despite the odds and all the naysayers.” Bucky pointed to a photo of you lounging on a beach in Hawaii.

“I married a woman who proved everyone wrong and changed a broken man, I married a woman who gave birth to my three children and gave me a family, something I wanted when I was so much younger. I married the woman of my dreams.” Bucky turned the page to show a picture of you when you first met your husband per the arrangements of the online dating app you both had initially met on.

“When I met that beautiful woman, she was in a long black skirt with a floral off the shoulder top, she wore only a little bit of makeup and her hair was neat. She didn’t stand to greet me, but she did something more astonishing.” You sniffled, tears rolling down your cheeks as you cupped a hand to your mouth, trying to reign in the sobs, “she rolled out from behind the table and stopped in front of me, she wound her hand around the tie I had hastily tied around my neck and she pulled me down until I was barely inches away from her face and whispered, ‘don’t worry, darlin’, I won’t need my legs to make you feel good.’ In that moment, I could feel myself falling for this beautiful, flirty and sassy woman that turned my world on its head, a wonderful woman who had been in a wheelchair all her life. Do you know who that woman was?” Bucky asked, leaning forward and wiped your tears away.

He didn’t wait for your answer, “it was you, baby-girl. I’ve carried a torch for you for over fifty years. Just like I carried you for our first dance on our second date, carried you all the way to the beach, carried you to your bedroom on the third date, carried you up and down the altar and I held you in my arms as we danced for the first time as husband and wife, carried you over the threshold of our home, carried you to our marriage bed and you know something else?” Bucky slowly stood up from the window seat, bent over you so his arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you out of the chair, ignoring your protests as he held you bridal style, his old body straining but he ignored the pain in his back and knees. “I will continue to carry you, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your aged faces inches apart, “Bucky. .”

“You could never be a burden on me, do you understand, Y/N? Never look at those memories with negativity, because I’ll always be there to pick you up. I love you.” 

You sobbed once, letting his unwavering love and loyalty wash over you as you pressed your lips to his gently, “I love you too, James.”

Smiling, he twirled you around, the sound of your laughter echoed in the room and for the moment, you were young again, feeling just as youthful as your wedding day as you shared a passionate and loving kiss, bathed in the warm sunlight glow.

“Always and forever, doll. Always and forever.”

Neither of you heard the front door open, or footsteps coming up the stairs, or your shared door opening as your eldest son stood in the open space, tears in his blue eyes. James was a spitting image of his father with as those same glittering eyes looked over the sunbathed room, the echo of your joined laughter echoing as the song ended and your dusty wheelchair slowly stopped spinning, the dust particles lazily drifting up in the air. His eyes drifted over the open album on the window seat and the pages turned to the back to the front page until the cover lifted and gently closed the album.

James sighed, wiping his tears as he walked into the room, his heart not racing like it normally would and he put his hand on the back of your chair and gently lifted the album off the cushion.

Looking out to the window, his shaky breath calmed, “he came to carry you away, didn’t he, Mum?”

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Decisions, Decisions  (Part 3)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3368

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, you’re amazing and perfect, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.Text messages are in italics.

Tags: @wordacadabra @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94

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You went to the gym first thing in the morning, then grabbed brunch at a local cafe, ran into some fans, did some grocery shopping, then went back home to determine what to wear. You Skyped Ida to help you decide.

“Which dress? The black strapless or the red one?” you said, holding them up in your giant walk in closet.

“The red one, for sure.”

“Why?” you asked, eyeing it.

“Because there’s barely any fabric to get in the way for later,” she said with a chuckle.

“You’re insatiable,” you chastised. But she was right. This dress had plunging everything. The neckline went down to your navel, the back was completely open, save for a few strands of rubies that hung on the back, and there was a slit on both sides of the dress for each leg that went up to your mid thigh. “Do you really think James would like me in something like this?” you questioned, suddenly insecure. What if it was too much, or in this case, too little? What if he thought you were coming on strong?

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Hold Me Tight (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Anonymous said to litbatboys:

Heyo This girl (kings vs. Cookin on 3 burners) with bruce-y

“Beautiful?” You felt a soft butterfly kiss on your neck as you groaned “Bruce  go away.” You groaned into the white silk pillow smiling “Come on you have to get up. We have the awards tonight and it’s already 3 pm.”

You lunged up rushing to the bathroom “I LOOK LIKE SHIT BRUCE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” He smirked as he kissed your cheek wrapping his strong arms around you “I really do like the way you look when you wake up. You look like a goddess”

“You know what today is right?” You smiled hopping on the sink of the bathroom him stepping between your legs your arms snaking around his neck “It’s valentine’s day!” He smirked nodding his head kissing your forehead

“Bruce I need to run out to the store to get something for dinner. Are you going to wait here or are you staying here?” Bruce made sure you stayed in place “Babe tonight instead of going out why don’t we go to the sky deck? It’s a beautiful place and I think you would like it?”

Your smile lit up “Bruce! That place is so expensive! You’ll never buy my love it’s always been yours” Bruce smiled placing his hand up to your cheek rubbing his thumb on your soft skin “I know baby. I love taking you out.”

Your sweet voice spoke up as you struggled out of his grip “Come on bruce! It’s already 2 pm.” He smiled as you both went your separate ways to get ready. You went into your bathroom seeing a red dress and heels “Bruce…You really didn’t have to..” You smiled slipping the dress on

You curled your hair putting some makeup on hoop earring sliding your shoes on glancing at yourself in the mirror “Well time to go.” You looked at the time and by time you were done getting ready and done with your hair it was 7 pm

“Wow I take long showers” You smiled to yourself grabbing your purse getting into the car waiting outside for you “Alfred. Do you know what bruce has planned for me tonight?” Alfred smiled “I can’t tell you that Mrs.Wayne” You tilted your head whispering to yourself “Mrs.Wayne?”

Alfred smiled pulling up getting out of the car letting you out “Oh my god. It’s beautiful here.” You smiled nodding to alfred giving him a 20 “Keep it you deserve it. You struggle with our pain in the asses all year.” Alfred chuckled slipping into the car driving away

“You’re here.” You smiled walking in hearing a low raspy voice as you intertwined your fingers with his “Why wouldn’t I be here? You smiled resting his head on his shoulder an arm snaking around your waist

You two took the elevator up to the top floor and walked out to a white balcony seeing a table and a little rose with candles all around it “Bruce why did yo-” You heard a voice speak up “Hey I know that I might just be batman to you or that i’m just some husband but I love you.”

You smiled as you raised your eyebrow putting your hand over your mouth “Bruce…” He smiled again getting down on one knee opening a little box with a chocolate diamond inside “WIll you be Mrs.Wayne”

You smiled and nodded your head yes and huggedn him the ring being slipped on your finger mid hug as he whispered into your ear “Please don’t let go. Take my hand and hold me tight”

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@batmagines

anonymous asked:

"Have you seen- /oh/" lafham

There were certain things Alex knew Laf wouldn’t care about, would maybe accept and encourage, but he still couldn’t bring himself to share. 

He looked at his reflection and noted the contrast of the intricate dark lace against his skin, how the heels on his feet accentuated the muscles of his legs and ass in just the right way, the dark garter belt giving the faintest illusion of a cinched waist.

Every so often, Alex would take them out of the box he kept it all in and wonder what Laf would do if he found silk and lace instead of cotton under Alex’s jeans. 

He’d always think about it, picture Laf’s eyes going wide, a tongue peaking out to wet his lips. But, at the the last second, Alex would put them back and force himself to forget about it.

But right now, when Laf wasn’t due home for an hour or two, he didn’t have to worry about Laf’s reaction. Alex ran a hand down his legs, feeling the smooth silk beneath his fingers.

Alex smiled at his reflection and grabbed his phone. Maybe one day he’d send Laf a picture, see what he thought. 

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. He leaned against the counter and started the flip through his phone, answering a text from John about meeting up for drinks that Friday. 

The door clicked open and Alex froze when he heard Laf’s familiar footsteps. He looked around for a sweater or something and when he didn’t find anything, he leaned back into the corner of the kitchen, praying Laf would walk past and give him a chance to run to their room and change.

Laf was on the phone. “Of course, George. I’ll ask him, I just got home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Alex held his breath as Laf ended the call and put the phone in his pocket. “Hey, love, have you seen-” Laf’s eyes landed on him, eyes wide. “Oh.”

He felt heat rise to his cheeks. “Uh, hi.”

Laf set down his bag and stalked forward. “Is this for me?”

Alex bit his lip. “You like it?”

A hand settled on his waist, thumb tracing the top of the lace of the garter belt. “Oh, I like it very much.”

“Well,” Alex smiled, feeling confidence bloom in his chest, and wrapped his arms around Laf’s neck, “in that case.”

anonymous asked:

can u write some jungkook/everyone petplay.. nothing sexual, just puppy!kook in a collar with a bell and all he wants is to be pet and attention and to be called a good boy and everyone thinks hes the cutest thing

A really struggled with this one and that’s part of the reason I took forever, but it was also really fun to write and I hope you like it!

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Styles & Co. - Part 8

Authors Note: I am Sorry this took longer than expected, I kinda hit a wall with writing and found this chapter extremely hard to write. Xx

List of previous chapters found HERE


By now I should be used to the empty beds, the crisp sheets, and the company of my own character; to my bitter disbelief with every quiet tone the Bungalow offers I find myself craving the warmth of the coverings and the body that tends to be beside me when he finally gives in and forces himself to sleep. My hand glides across the white sheet hanging over the side of the bed as I do my best to decide on an outfit to wear to meet Harry’s client while all the instructions Harry prompted me with runs through my mind, compiled with all the things I should and shouldn’t say. I was given the lovely news earlier that my reasons for not flying back with Harry were correct, he isn’t able to come back, he is far too busy, once again. I can’t deny the fact that it is incredibly irritating, but I am not surprised.
I glance down at my phone and re-read our messages.


“I am too busy to fly back, come home and we can plan a proper trip somewhere else when I have time off. X
CEO. Styles & Co - Harry.”

“You never have time off. I will fly back when my vacation is over.”

“I need you home with that pretty little envelope.
CEO. Styles & Co - Harry”

“That is all you want? That damn envelope? NO, HARRY!”

“NO, HARRY? I don’t believe that is in my vocabulary, darling. C'mon, I also want your pretty little ass home, I miss you. 
CEO. Styles & Co - Harry”

“We don’t always get want we want, I am trying to get ready to meet your client, any last minute requests?”

“Yes, I request that you board the flight I booked for you after you get the file from the client. I love you. X
CEO. Styles & Co. - Harry”

“NO! I have a beach and a margarita waiting for me." 

"See you after your flight, darlin.
CEO. Styles & Co. - Harry”


Business is business, I accepted that once he became successful within the world of business. He gave me the option to opt out of our relationship and I didn’t take his offer, I knew what I was getting into when we first started to get serious with each other.

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Words of Love


Warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff

A/N: This is my very first Hamilton Imagine! I hope you guys like it!

WC:1,576

AU: Hamiltime

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Life was simple, at least it was.

You stayed at home, under the watchful eye of your parents. They didn’t not trust you outside in the public, they just wanted to keep you safe. You wanted to say that you understood that, but deep down, you didn’t.

You knew that your parents were major loyalists during the Revolution, they were the ones who brought you up with the values and opinions as they had. So, when Britain lost the war, to say they were in a state of shock was putting it mildly.

They isolated themselves, with fear of showing themselves in public. In doing so, they kept you by their side… or so they thought.

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