the more i look at it the more mesmerising it is

The truth is…
— 

Aries:

  • is a sassy bitch, let’s just accept that. always answering back, they’d even answer back to any god (may it be diplomatically or sarcastic)
  • always give people cheap gifts not because they’re broke but because they think that’s the only standard or gift you deserve
  • has a huge disgust with humanity so they either get delusions of controlling the world or they avoid/limit their human interactions
  • their logic is out of this world: it’s either you get mesmerised and see a new horizon or you end up getting crazy because you can’t get it
  • beneath all their layers, they’re one of the smartest and hardworking people out there… always willing to help you study/work/etc.

Taurus: 

  • their trigger word is literally food and all its proper nouns. they’d sell their souls for a ceaseless supply of food and they’d won’t regret
  • literally possessive as fuck, aphrodite lives in their titties cos they dun calm down if they see someone circling around their man/woman.
  • obsessed with getting shit organised y'all don’t even know. they will never move unless a very detailed blue print is in front of them.
  • they will keep hustlin more than a twenty of you combined. they know and prioritise how precious time and money are.
  • when they say they can’t do an errand/plea, dun quickly believe them at all cost or you’ll get a small surprise: they’ll do it after some while. 

Gemini: 

  • know that archetype of a kind person who’ll obey & follow you to the death but has so many fucking personal motives? yep, that’s gemini.
  • their knowledge and expertise are vastly scary; multilingual people and historians. they aint called GEMinis for nothing, hunty.
  • for them, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. if you don’t match their pace, you’re basically out of their surviving list, whatever list that is.
  • insanely in love and proud making other people swoon over them (oh the oozing warmth of being loved and respected) but says otherwise
  • bad at remembering dates but that dun mean they love you less or you’re not that important to them, just believe in them.

Cancer:

  • they dun talk much but best believe me, whenever they speak it’s either they gon hand you your ass or roast the living shit out of you
  • are all terminally sarcastic bless their souls. they don’t have time for your bullshit, they don’t even have time for their own.
  • they will never side or they will avoid picking a side. they’re the best people to rant cos they will literally get where you coming from.
  • one of the sweetest and loving signs out there but for some reason, they tend to have some problems making real long time friends.
  • always look brooding or even out of reach. that’s cos they’re afraid words/actions won’t come/show they way they really want them too.

Leo:

  • so demure but once you get close to them/they know they have the upper control, they will fucking nag & bully everything
  • but after the searing primadonna stage, these lions are all just smol precious clumsy beans who must be protected at all cost
  • knows the traditional ways or romancing someone, like the flowers and cupcakes and shy yet formal asking you out for events/dates
  • easily clouded by false/dark ideas and hard to snap them out of it. it takes another brave alpha who can help them out of the cray
  • but don’t be fooled, these lions can be tamed and would be willing to tag along the right people for the rest of their life line.

Virgo:

  • dont slack off in front of them, they will give your ass a whoop back to reality. trust me, they give so much vigour and moral to people.
  • not easily scared of pretty much anything because they always think about the story/reason behind it, for this one, what made it scary?
  • they can get super fucking salty and shady and they aint afraid of being salty and shady, for a good or bad reason whatsoever.
  • they never fail to always see the bigger picture, that also means they’re not afraid to do everything to get to the biggest picture.
  • loves having fun and enjoying life without taking advantage of things or forgetting to be humble and well-grounded.

Libra: 

  • too pure for this world but these people have a skyrocketing tendencies to becoming a yandere (lol they probably already are)
  • their aesthetic perfectionism sickness is practically beyond all earth signs combined: they’ll set fire on anything lower than their standards.
  • too kind and angelic we dun deserve them. we also dun deserve their life sucking flirtatious killer charms. we just dun deserve then all in all
  • these bitches love to meddle with other people’s business tho. either they save the situation or aggravate it, there’s no in between
  • even with all the hate on their kind, libra people just keep their heads up and tryn’a understand and accept other people’s view of them.

Scorpio: 

  • for the vagillionth time, y'all have to remember that these “””devil children””” are all just 4D weird bastards who easily space out.
  • the sexy airheads we all get from anime. but dun cross them & their fambam, they won’t think twice about apathetically cutting you.
  • everyone’s fairy godmother/father cos if they love you & they see you deserving, they will lavish &treat you so great. aint lying, dis the truth
  • willing to learn from others but is obsessed with “i am the most mature one so my wisdom is the greatest and the only effective one”
  • so many layers, like they’re literally never-ending. but after plucking all these layers out, you’ll see a fragile marshmallow baby inside 

Sagittarius:

  • they need like a dozen of hobbies as outlets for their energy. if they don’t get the energy out, they become a host of a time bomb.
  • insatiably absorbs all information of all kinds like a baby on his mom’s chest or a tic sucking out blood from a fresh catch: you choose
  • no one really knows if they’re showing genuine reaction/emotion cos you don’t know if they’re forcing it or not or they dun even know too
  • is the jack of all trades cos they have so many talents but can’t focus and drill hard on one cos they jump from different talent to another
  • may come arrogant but always they always want everyone to be happy and enjoying the time, probably more than how libra wants it.

Capricorn: 

  • always late on almost everything. insomniac children of the night, so no matter how dire the situation is, they’ll always be late. deal with it.
  • condescending as fuck cos they know they can do pretty much anything please beware they are vicious machiavellians
  • obsessed with segregating people in their lives; they don’t want their friends to socialise with their family, this group with that group, etc.
  • avoids and gets easily tired with human interaction, but is magically brilliant with human interaction. their magic? idek ask them.
  • after you pass their scrutinising sifting of people in their lives, you’ll just see a funny, dependent, happy-go-lucky, perverted side of them

Aquarius:

  • also don’t like taking sides, will never jump onto anything without all the cards are seeable, yet also not afraid to speak up in the end.
  • obsessed and deranged with their fanaticism of any horror shit idk how they can carry on with a fine stomach after all that scary jazz
  • can never be controlled, they might seem controllable or easy to manoeuvre but spare your ass and don’t be fooled by this sign
  • disappears and reappears at their own will, and doesn’t care about the consequences of their absence, they literally don’t care.
  • in the end of the day, aquarius has no fucks to give any of the other signs. they don’t ask for a lot and they just wanna be left alone.

Pisces:

  • are quiet little shits who looks way more gorgeous when they’re mad cos they just turn fiendish but still in a cute way, like wtf how???
  • needs a fuck ton of guidance from older or more mature people cos they tend either the laziest, silliest, or most annoying things ever. 
  • how fucking annoying it is whenever they pull out the victim card like dude shove that thing back where it belongs or so I will.
  • are actually sensible people, kinda shocking for some but it’s the truth cos these people stay in tune with their emotions, they dun run away
  • break them to pieces and you’ll see a child needing to be loved and wanting to know what are the things that they can improve and learn
{PART 18} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; The crowning moment arises when you and Jungkook arrive at the fundraising ball; but the storm clouds gather as you come face to face with your greatest fear.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 17} {Part 18} {Part 19}

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I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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My James, Your Bucky (One Shot)

You’ve had it way too sweet and fluffy from me for a while now, so I’m gonna bring you right back to the pit of despair and angst with this one shot.

Something tells me this is something @sebbys-girl would particularly enjoy;)


Summary: You and Bucky live together in Bucharest. One day you come home to find your flat completely trashed.


Word count: 2.3k


Warnings: angst, aggressive behaviour.


Originally posted by blackinjustice


It was shaping out to be a great day – it was still pre-noon and you had an extra spring in your step as you walked through the cobbled streets of Bucharest. The city you fell in love with, it had it all – alleys lined with tall brick townhouses and red roofs, atmospheric cafes and bars, an impressive market square – where you stopped to pick up a box of plums from ‘your guy’. That’s how you wanted to celebrate, with a cheeky nod to how you two first met.

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currents | (m)

Originally posted by osyub

pairing: jung hoseok x reader
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (this is low-key cute and sad at the same time, my heart)
words: 5,959
summary: you’ve been in a long-distance friendship with Hoseok for a couple of years, hiding feelings that you think he may also reciprocate. What happens when you finally cross paths with him again…
note. based on a request. Named after this song here. Also, periods of italics indicate the characters are speaking English!

a/n: by the way, who’s shocked I managed to write something under 6k…Has this ever happened before?! Also, this is really different for me because I don’t usually like writing so close to reality, but I loved the idea so much, I had to write it!

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Secret Identity

Stripper!Au Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Just the a good old Stripper fic.

Word Count: 3,671

Warnings: Crack fic, Language, Drinking, Suggestive Stuff… (come on)

A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥

Originally posted by ddee99

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Wanda,” your friend replied with a proud smirk.

You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.

“I love it!” Natasha took your hand and made you follow her.

You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request #6 & #9 with Zach? Can it be full of angst and then just angry sex later on?

Zach smut is sexy as heck,, thanks for requesting!! enjjjoy my children ;) xx

** its not that angry?? im super sorry, like i just idek. if anyone wants to request a separate imagine i’ll do like anger anger in that, sorry **

#6: “It was a dare.”
#9: “You’re acting like baby.” “And you’re acting like a bitch.”


“Calm down, Zach,” You chimed, touching his arm gently. “It was a dare.”

“It was a dare?!” He exclaimed, stepping toward you. “I don’t care, Y/N! You shouldn’t mess with people like that!”

You stepped back from the seething boy, wishing that Justin had never texted you the stupid dare. “You’re acting like a baby.” You folded your arms across your chest, frowning up at the tall boy.

“And you’re acting like a bitch.”

Your mouth grew dry, yet your hands became clammy. Did he just call you a bitch? Zach was a friend, a best friend actually, and you wished it was more, but you guys never fought. Perhaps if you never accepted the dare Justin had set upon you, Zach wouldn’t be glaring holes into your face.

“How was I even messing with you?!” You raised your voice, confusion flooding your face.

“Because,” He stalked toward you, making you step back in reply, before he pinned your body against the wall. “When you kiss someone you should mean it.”

Your heart was beating faster every second that passed. His breath quickened as he stared into your eyes. He was serious, but he was also seriously hot. Damn this boy.

“How do you know I didn’t mean it?” You quietly asked, honesty lacing every syllable.

His breath hitched at the meaning behind your words, hands reaching up to cup your face. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, Zach’s eyes flicking to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes.

“I dare you.”

Your stomach ignited at his whisper, his lips lightly dragging along your neck. The tight grasp you had on your pants dropped and you moved them to his shirt instead, pulling to bring his body further against yours before crashing your lips on his.

He growled into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist in order to pick you up and carry you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your kiss broke apart as he lay you down, his breathing unsteady as he attached his lips to your neck.

“Z-Zach,” You stuttered, running your hands over his back. “I want you to fuck me.”

His growls were deep, and you could tell he was still pissed off deep down. “Do you dare me?”

You swallowed hard, dancing your fingers along his spine. “I double dare you.”

He chuckled against your neck, the feeling of his smile against your skin caused your stomach to twist in excitement. You were very aware that you were in his house, but the excitement and fear of someone coming home just fueled your want and need for Zach.

“You’ve been rude all day,” He kissed down to your chest. “And I think,” He paused, moving down to unbutton your pants. “You need to be punished.”

You let out a small moan at his words, helping him take your pants off, the cool air igniting goosebumps on your skin as he slowly dragged them down your legs. His warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he moved up your body.

“How?” You breathed.

He smirked, getting off of you and standing up beside his bed, running a hand through his dark hair. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, stepping back to his bed and hovering over your lying figure.

“Why don’t I just show you?” He questioned, rubbing the insides of your thighs. “This lesson has to be taught physically.”

You smirked. “Go ahead, take your anger out.”

He kissed you slowly, hands moving closer to your panties. “I intend to.” He whispered against your lips, his fingers rubbing your panty covered core.

You held back a small moan, running your fingers through his hair as he moved down to pepper kisses over your neck. He sucked and nibbled areas, blowing cool air onto the fresh hickies as the bruise developed. You let out a sigh of contentment, lifting your legs around his waist, his hand still teasing your clit, as you pulled his body closer to you.

“I’m angry with you,” He moved down your body, hands now running along your sides. “Because you take a dare,” His fingers looping under the edge of your panties. “And make it feel as though kissing me is some sort of joke.” He teasingly took his time sliding your panties down your legs, making the wait so much more painfully long. “When in fact, Y/N,” He threw the discarded piece of clothing across his room. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as I’ve known you.”

Fire ignited your veins the moment the words left his mouth, your clit instantly being worked with his wet mouth. You moaned his name, your hips involuntarily bucking upward, only making his mouth take more of you. He flicked his tongue, amused at your reactions. A chuckle left his mouth, the vibrations causing you to shiver in pleasure.

“Just fuck me, Zach.” You pleaded, ready for him to just take you. He licked your core softly, teasing you, occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud that made your mind swirl. “F-Fuck.” You gasped.

He lent his head back to face you, smirking cockily at your flushed face. You couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much. “Are you sure?” He asked, hands rubbing your outer thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You nodded your head, consenting completely and wholly. Fuck, you just needed him.

He grinned this time, opening his bedside table draw and pulling out a condom. He passed it you, and you smirked, opening the square packet as he slid off his boxers. You sat up on the edge of his bed, ushering him closer to you in order to roll the condom onto his length. He let out a small moan at the feeling of your hands on his cock before he gently pushed you back onto the bed as he hovered over your body, one hand resting beside your head. You looked at his length nearing your entrance, and oh god, did it make you wet. He gently slid his free hand up and under your shirt, gripping your side as he teased your entrance with his cock. Boy, was he hard.

You reached down, gently gripping his cock, making him moan and drop his head into the crook of your neck. He let out a shaky breath, lifting himself back up in order to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes only darkened as they watched your face, his cheeks flushing as he pushed into you.

A deep groan left his parted lips. “Fuck.” He choked, going deeper.

You closed your eyes, letting out a moan against his lips as they connected to yours. He pushed in all the way, hitting your g-spot, making you let out another moan. Zach smirked, pulling out teasingly slow before thrusting back in. Your world shook as the pleasure consumed your body. This is what he meant by punishment - doing small things that caused a large deal of sensitivity and all things good to your body and nerve endings.

“Open your eyes,” He demanded, panting. “Y/N,” He sounded stern, pushing deeper with every thrust. “Open. Your. Eyes.”

So you did, meeting his angry ones. He needs to get angry more often. You watched his eyes darken further, clouding with lust as he pounded into you. “Zach,” You moaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”

He chuckled lightly, speeding up his actions, groaning each time he hit your g-spot. His hand that was still resting beside your head clenched the sheets to keep him balanced as he took his other hand from gripping your side and lifting your leg up to rest over his shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned into your neck, his pace quickening. “You’re so fucking…” He growled. “Tight.”

You rested your other leg on his shoulder too, only making Zach go deeper inside of you. His hand traveled down, teasing your clit. You knew that you wouldn’t last long if he added even more stimulation. But of course he did, because it’s Zach, and he just wants to see you cum.

You moaned loudly, hands gripping the back of his neck and hair as he began circling the sensitive bud with his fast fingers. Fuck him, honestly. Ironically, too.

“Every time,” He groaned, quickening his fingers. “I think back to that kiss, I-” He cut himself off, letting out a moan as your lips met his. “It makes me so fucking mad,” His thrusts were unforgiving as he pounded into you, the sheet in his hand pulled tightly. “And so now I’m taking it out on you.”

The pace of his thrusts quickened, as the feeling in your stomach grew. His fingers making the pleasure you were feeling doubled, his moans fueling your excitement. He was so damn sexy when mad. He took his anger out into you, going deep and hard, growling into your neck and kissing up your jaw. He was mesmerising, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark, while his body caused yours to buckle and writhe under his ways to pleasure you.

God damn, he was beautiful.

You could feel yourself getting closer, as was Zach, his thrusts only grew in pace while his fingers rubbed harder. “Fuck, yes,” He panted. “Cum with me.” He choked out, growling and moaning into your neck.

You gripped his skin, anywhere and everywhere, moaning his name and kissing his lips. The pressure built, your stomach twisting in excitement, before Zach completely undid you.

“Cum now.” He demanded, short of breath. “Now, fuck yes, now.”

With another thrust you were gone, your mind spinning in elevation, scratching his skin as loud moans left your parted lips. He took both hands to your hips as he came too, focusing on riding out your highs together. He watched where you connected, milking every last drop from his erect cock. He let out a content sigh, running a hand through his dampened hair before leaning down and kissing your lips, hands cupping your face as he gently pulled out of you, gasping softly into your neck.

He collapsed beside you, letting out a breath, before turning to face you. Your body was still in bliss as you turned your head to look at the boy lying beside you, grinning.

“Remind me to thank Justin.”


idk if this was even good lol but i hope you liked it either way 

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❀ description : taehyung catches the attention of the one curious girl. ❀

❀ pairing : taehyung x reader ❀

❀ genre : fluff / smut / angst ❀

❀ mentions of : alcohol, smoking cigarettes, drugs and swearing. ❀

❀ word count : 1520 ❀

Originally posted by kookiemonster1997

part one - part two - part three

“I don’t do drugs, I am a drug.”

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Dance Like We’re Making Love (NSFW 18+)


A/N:
I’m 100% blaming @minhosmeanhoe and @sarcasticallystilinski for this. Together, although unknowingly, the polluted my mind with dirty Dylan thoughts that forced me to write this in like an hour and a half. It’s sickeningly short, but it’s to the point. Also, I want to thank both of these lovely ladies for always being there to fill my mind with fantastic ideas. This did come about because of the new pics of Dylan that have recently surfaced. You can see them here. The song that goes along with this fic is “Dance Like We’re Making Love” by Ciara. Posting twice in one day is a rarity for me but I had to. i’ve also used this gif wayyyy too many times.

Warnings: SMUTTT; UNPROTECTED SEX; 

Word Count: 1554

Originally posted by hothothotgg

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Gold Digger

Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a long-term relationship with Elijah Mikaelson and is very happy with it. One day, when he requests you to go over to his house to meet oficially his siblings, Hayley accuses you to being with him only for his money and power, which leaves you heartbroken.

tagging: @chocolatemonkeyrainbows :)

Word Count: 3172


Back then, when you were nothing but a naive teenager, you used to dream about true love, wondering every single night, whilst watching the stars, how it would feel like once you met him. Would you recognise the one right away? Or it would take some time for you to realise it? Man, you were one hell of a weird kid.

However, your questions would only be entirely answered years later, in the exactly moment Elijah Mikaelson walked into your life.

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“Don’t Be Mad, Daddy.” (Mature - REQUEST)

Could you do some more mature imagines?

Can you do another daddy image? :’)

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Daddy needs you, be ready for me upstairs, princess x

A burning sensation stirred in my core as my eyes scanned over the photo Justin had sent me. Clearly preoccupied, the slightly blurred and quickly shot image displayed his hardened crotch. Judging by the time, he was still in a meeting; only making my temperature rise, the idea of him getting caught turning me on, slightly.

Standing from the couch, I exhaled loudly and made my way to the bedroom, knowing there would be consequences if I didn’t comply with his request. As my bare feet padded towards my drawer tailored specifically for these moments, I chewed on my bottom lip whilst deciding on which set would be appropriate.

Settling on my burgundy babydoll and thong, I headed for the bathroom so that I could see myself in the mirror. I had fifteen minutes until Justin was scheduled to be home, fifteen minutes to prepare myself for what was to come.

Deciding against tying my hair up, I let my curled locks frame my face; Justin preferred it when he had something to pull on.

Three minutes on the clock.

I grinned to myself and chose to disobey Justin’s orders, I found myself walking back down the stairs. Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I waited patiently and anxiously for my boyfriend’s arrival. I’d never really gone against what he’d said before, who knows what he’d come up with.

The door clicked and my heart jumped. Justin’s took three steps before noticing my presence, eyes widening for a split second.

“Hey baby,” I smirked.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait for me upstairs?”

His voice was raspy and deep, something that came naturally to him yet I’m positive it was emphasised when he was aroused. I loved it.

“Don’t be mad, daddy,” I pouted.

“You disobeyed me, (Y/N),” He spoke, hands now on the small of my back, “That’s extremely naughty of you. Now, what should I do with you first?”

I tried to suppress my grin, continuing to look up innocently at him, I knew it was something that got to him.

“Fuck,” He whispered, looking away for a moment; composing himself.

I continued to stare up at him, his features mesmerising. I watched as his jaw clenched, he was awaiting a response that I wasn’t going to give, “Well?”  

Silence.

His brow raised, “Should I fuck you, first? Hm? Should I make you suck my cock for being so disobedient? Or should I put you over my knee and spank you for not listening to me?”

I whimpered, he noticed. With every word he spoke, he pulled me closer so that I was now flush against his chest.

Justin’s lips met with my neck once, before he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, I squealed as I was locked in his grasp; uncertain of what was about to happen.

Kicking the door open with his foot, he sat down on the bed and held me so that I was laid over his lap.

“You know, I should spank you for an hour for disrespecting my wishes. But, you’ve been a good girl and got yourself dressed for me, so for that, I will only give you ten.”

Pulling my thong down, I gasped quietly as the air hit my core. “Count,”

His hand came down on my ass and I jumped, “One,”

“Properly.”

Again, he spanked me, “Two, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl, only eight more.”

With each slap, I could feel the handprint burning on my ass cheek; causing me to tug on my bottom lip, hard. “Ten, daddy.”

A satisfied hum left Justin’s lips as his hand slid over my ass and down to my centre, running his fingers up and down my slit, “Look at you, soaking for me. Does daddy spanking you turn you on?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, feeling him circle my clit.

“Answer me, properly, (Y/N).”

“Yes, daddy.”

This time, he patted my ass gently, signalling for me to stand. I complied, and I stood, my legs shaking slightly. Justin’s fingers felt like feathers against my skin as his traced my shoulders, pulling down the straps of my babydoll. As it fell to the ground, I felt my nipples perk as they came into contact with the air, “Beautiful,”

Justin turned me around in his arms and guided me onto the bed, my hands and knees against the plush comforter.

“Spread your legs for daddy,”

A groan left his lips as I done as I was told, the sudden dip in the mattress indicating to me that he was, too, on the bed. His fingers spread my wetness along my folds, my pussy throbbing for him.

Pushing back against his long fingers, another slap was placed on my ass for being impatient, “Don’t,”

His digits left my centre, and I whimpered in protest. I needed him. Soon, I heard the zipper on his work pants and I grew warm in anticipation. A tight lipped moan came from me as I felt his tip running along me, collecting my arousal.

Again, I pushed back against Justin in hopes of getting fucked sooner, but he pulled away. “Don’t, (Y/N). I want you absolutely aching for me.”

“I am,” I moaned, “Daddy, please. Fuck me.”

A small chuckle left his lips, “You think it’s that easy, princess? Look at you, dripping for me. Desperate for my cock. Tell me how badly you want me.” With every sentence he spoke, he teased me by only pushing the tip in, and pulling out again.

“So bad… I n-need you, Justin, please.”

“I can’t hear you,”

I heard his shirt drop to the floor and I bit my lip, imagining how he looked right now; toned, face stern, slightly flustered, cock ready for me.

“Daddy, please…” I moaned, this time louder; but not to the point where I would be spanked again for raising my voice.

“That’s a good girl,” He spoke, before finally giving in and thrusting once, filling me up completely.

My body jolted forward at the unexpected movement, and I gripped the bedsheets as Justin began to fuck me to the point of oblivion, there was no going slow with him, “Fuck,

Sweat laced our bodies as we connected as one, the sound of skin-on-skin and moans filled the room. Thrusting into me at what felt like every half-second, my legs shook and I felt myself involuntarily squeeze them shut.

“No, keep them open for me, baby.” He groaned, gripping my hips tighter.

Falling forwards, my cheek against the bedsheets, I moaned as his fingers toyed with my already swollen clit.

A tug on my hair forced me back up, and I whimpered as Justin’s body fell forward so that he was close to me. Peppering kisses on my neck, he moaned into my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I won’t hold your disobedience against you, but that won’t ever happen again, will it?”

My eyes screwed shut and I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. My fingers gripped the comforter tightly as I felt myself edging closer to my climax. I yelped as Justin’s slapped my ass hard, “Answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop. I won’t let you cum.”

“N-no… It won’t happen again, I promise.” I breathed, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Good girl, are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, I’m so close,”

The warmth of his body being so close to mine disappeared as he sat upright again and rocked his hips faster, hands pulling me back against him. His soft pants spurred me on and I fucked back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hit deeper than before.

“Fuck, baby… I’m cumming,” I cried, head falling forwards.

“Cum for me, baby… that’s it, fuck,”

As my body shook, I could feel Justin’s thrusts becoming irregular and quick, causing me to clench around him, “Oh baby, do that again.”

In seconds I heard him groan and spill inside of me, the feeling sending another set of shockwaves through my body. Collapsing entirely on the bed, I breathed heavily. Justin came to lay beside me and he pulled me close, bending one leg to wrap around his own.

My eyes fluttered shut as I felt him place a single kiss on my clammy forehead, fingers running through my hair, “I love you so much, angel.”

I smiled to myself and nuzzled into his chest, “I love you more.”

The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

fic: Smile Even Though You’re Sad

title: smile even though you’re sad

genre: au/romance

word count: 2700

description: dan is the son of a rich man, unwillingly studying business in London who wanders into a gallery looking for some quiet, and instead finds the happy-go-lucky owner with a camera around his neck, the nicest smile he’s ever seen and a knack for knowing exactly what to say.

a/n: thought i’d post a little mid-week fic to perk you up if you need some, erm, perking…?

read on ao3 here if you prefer.

“They gave me the designer clothes, the trust fund and the private education and they told me to be happy.”

“And are you?”

The steel of Dan’s gaze softens. He ruffles his hair a little and a single curl still manages to dangle across his forehead.

“You know, Phil, you’re the first person to ask me that.”

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Teasing

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You are Derek Hale’s daughter and has a passionate relationship with Stiles Stilinski, but he doesn’t know. Once he founds out, he invites Stiles over to dinner and you decide it’s good timing to make him pay for all the teasing.

N/A - It’s nearly three in morning, so forgive me for any mistakes. I’ll fix them later. 

Warnings: sort of smut, but it only has some handjob; also, swearing. that’s all. 

Word Count: 1767


Fuck…” You moaned softly, enjoying the touch of Stiles’ tongue against your neck, licking and leaving purple marks behind. “We can’t do this here, baby, if my dad bursts in, we’re screwed.”

His honey brown eyes turned dark and a naughty smirk curved his lips, as he shortened even more the space between you, tightening the grip on your hips. A low gasp pushed its way out of your mouth, because, damn, that Stilinski knew how to tease. 

“Didn’t you say he’s out a town?” He hummed, the vibration on your skin sending heat waves to the small nub in the middle of your legs. “Plus, you’re my girlfriend and I think it’s only fair we come clean to him.”

You laughed, managing to slip away from his arms, and went to the fridge, snatching an apple juice box to ease your thirst. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head and looking adorably confused by your latter actions. 

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering since when Derek Hale’s wrath doesn’t scare you.”

“It never did!”  

“Oh, no.” Your voice was soaked with sarcasm, making the boy shift the weight between his legs and frown, clearly annoyed. “I’d like to hear your perfect explanation, other than fear, to why you jumped out of my window last week when he got home.”

“Is this an attempt to shred my masculinity to pieces?” He questioned and, even though it was a bitter response, his tone was smooth, making chills run across your spine. “Because if it is so, I’ll have to show you again who the boss is.”

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NO SEX BEFORE BREAKFAST! (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by unjinxing-the-john

Word Count: 828 (HOLY SHIZ THIS IS SHORT)

Warnings: Kissing? Does that count?

A/N: LET’S JUST IMAGINE THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS MORNING BREATH, OK?

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Newt woke up with something soft brushing against his face and a warm body pressed against him. He kept his eyes closed as he revelled in your touch and pulled you closer against him, making you squeal in surprise.

“Good morning.” You said, laughing softly. Newt just smiled and sighed deeply. “Are you not planning to open your eyes today, Mr. Scamander?”

“I think I need a moment, Miss Y/L/N.” He responded. “You can go back to doing what you were doing.” He mumbled, making you laugh again.

“Ok, you interrupted me anyway.” You said, your light touches gracing his face again. He let you do whatever you were doing for a while before asking what you were actually doing. “I’m counting your freckles.” You answered. An amused smile pulled at his lips and he opened his eyes to find you lying in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration.

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xxxwolkexxx  asked:

Hi! Your page ist great! Do you maybe know any drarry fanfictions, where Draco is hurt and Harry takes care of him. And the word count is not important, fanfiction is fanfiction.😊

Aww thank you so much! <3

I hope you enjoy reading some of these fics below! The word ‘hurt’ is really broad so I just plopped in fics where Draco’s either mentally or physically hurt. Oh, and make sure to read any warnings/tags on some of these fics because the content in some of them isn’t for everyone.

  • Never Let Me Go - by Kedavranox (2k)
    When Draco is seriously injured on the job, Harry deals with the fallout.
    (So uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time! Harry being a professional Quidditch player is by far one of my favourite Harry’s. You see, Draco is an auror (and he’s partners with Ron!) but he get’s injured during a mission and is immediately taken to St. Mungos. Harry is distraught with worry for Draco and it was so very lovely. Note for established relationship, but that just makes the whole story even better!)
  • Waters of March - by geoviki (21k)
    Voldemort’s final victim resides with the other spell-damaged wizards in St. Mungo’s Hospital. Harry suffers survivor’s guilt and finds an unusual beta. Cream-colored knee-high leather boots make a brief appearance.
    (I loved watching the relationship between our two boys grow and evolve after each visit Harry makes to St. Mungos to visit Draco. The story itself was so sweet and gentle - a great read!)

  • Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - by calrissian18 (4k)
    Draco has a new flatmate and Potter has ideas of his own.
    (Pining!Harry was such a dear in this fic. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this fic and I don’t want to spoil too much because this was honestly such charming story)

  • Somewhere Only We Know - by sophie_french (29k)
    Draco has been through hell and he just can’t take it anymore. It has to stop He has to go. He should have known someone would think differently.
    (Draco’s apparent misery and despair cut you right into the heart. This was such a mesmerising and delightful story and brimming with so many beautiful scenes)

  • Breakdown - by i_claudia (11k)
    The call came in late on a Monday night. Harry had been staring blankly at the dark telly when he heard a swift rap at his door followed by the noise of a key in the lock. He blinked, looking down in confusion at the take away curry in his lap, long since gone cold.
    (Draco has been a fugitive for 5 years and was arrested by sheer luck. Battered and bruised and in worse for shape, Draco doesn’t care about the meaning of life anymore. The only thing I wished was this story to continue on for a couple more words because I loved every single bit of it!)

  • No Quiet Find - by blithelybonny (10k)
    War makes a man tired…some more than most. Draco needs rest.
    (Gahh the characterisations and storyline of this fic were absolutely perfect! A new war has broken out amongst the Wizarding world, and this time Draco has chosen to fight on Harry’s side. It’s such an amazing and original story, you’ll love it!)

  • If Memory Serves - by dicta_contrion (30k)
    Maybe Draco wants to forget. Maybe it’s wrong to make him remember.
    (A guilty pleasure of mine is reading memory loss stories. In this story, Draco is a cursebreaker, however, one day he’s hit by a curse which makes him forget all about the relationship he has with Harry. But the thing is, Draco’s happy that he’s losing his memories and wants to start afresh, wants to have the relationship with Harry he thought he always wanted. It was very unnerving, just watching Draco being stripped away into a man he wasn’t, but I loved it so much!)

  • A Dream of Running Water - by Lomonaaeren (35k)
    Driven nearly mad by his bitterness against the Dark Lord, Draco becomes a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. The device they sneak him to aid in his reports has unpredictable side-effects—like allowing Draco to dream of a landscape with a river running through it. That would be soothing, if Potter wasn’t there.
    (Draco is tortured by the hands of Voldemort. Quite a dark fic, but it’s still got a magnificent plot and characterisations!)

  • Sleeping Dragon - by Omi_Ohmy (20k)
    When Draco loses his memory, Harry struggles to recognise the man he loves. As they get to know each other again, can Harry overcome his sense of loss? And will Draco ever remember that he loves Harry?
    (Amnesia fics are always a pleasure to read. Amnesia!Draco was involved in an accident and now he has no memory of the past 10 years, including being married to Harry. It’s honestly such a lovely story!)

  • Kiss Me (Under the Light of a Thousand Stars) - by Iwao & Sophie_French (114k)
    Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry’s care, Draco needs Harry’s help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself.
    (This fic will take your heart and tear it up into a million tiny, little pieces! It’s another story where Draco has amnesia, and it’s so devastating. But reading the story is totally worth the heart-ache you’ll feel)

  • Blind Faith - by SunseticMonster (21k)
    Don’t think of it as losing your sight. Think of it as gaining an Animagus who never quite learned the meaning of the word ‘boundaries’.
    (This story can never get enough hearts <333 Draco has been temporarily blinded from an attack in Diagon Alley. It’s now up to a friendly dog *cough*Harry*cough* to help guide him and investigate into the attack)

  • Crisis Intervention - by digthewriter (2k)
    Aurors are required to discuss their case with a specialist when something goes awry. Harry was supposed to talk about his mission, yet he can’t stop talking about Malfoy.
    (Harry goes to routine counselling for checkups after every auror mission. However, this time he can’t stop talking about Malfoy. Harry is obviously in love (and obsessed) with Draco in this fic)
Perfect

This imagine is inpired by Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Plus a good news, I’ve my exams over now so I can update good now. Requests are open ;)

I hope god will forgive me

SMUT**


You groaned turning to your left. Sun peeked through the windows shinning bright on your face. You sat up, rubbing sleep off your eyes as an unexpected yawn left your mouth tearing your eyes up.

You decided to leave the comfy of your bed and step down the carpeted wooden stair of your mansion. It was a pleasant morning and you wanted to do nothing else but kiss your dear husband good morning.

Grinning to self, you made your way to the kitchen. There he stood. Wearing nothing but red Calvin Klein boxers and apron loosely draped over his muscular body, covering his chest. He look radiant. Illuminated by the sun rays. His brown curl seemed so soft and silky, growing your urge to touch them.

You walked to him softly and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his bold back.

“Hey sunshine! ” Harry said turning around to face me. He looked mesmerising. His lips were perfectly tinted cherry red and his eyes, his eyes were shinning brighter than ever, maybe because of the spectacular night he spent making love with you.

“Hi sweet.” You said.

“Why’re yeh awake so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you.” You replied with a shrug and peeked over his shoulder to look at the food he cooked.

“Yeh look so beautiful” Harry whispered tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and cupping you left cheek. You smiled and nuzzled your nose further in his wrist as his arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. You chest were pressed up together, nose bumping in each other’s. You could feel his heart beating as fast as yours were.

Just two months ago, Harry and you exchanged your vows. Since then you’ve been living your in total bliss and pleasure. So pure and full of love. Not to mention the fact that he still tears up sometimes just because how lucky he feels to have you as his wife.

“Kiss me H.” You whispered, more like pleaded. There was a need in your words. A need that only he could full fill.

And Harry felt that need too.

He touched his lips with yours so ever lightly that made you whimper in pain, pain of your want. You grabbed his hair and kissed him with all you had. He kissed back with same emotion. He had his want as well. The kiss showed how desperate and needy your soul was.

You bite on his lower lip earning a loud throaty moan from him. Taking the chance you slide your tongue inside his agape mouth. His mouth tasted like cherry. Just like his lips. His own tongue was busy in exploring your mouth and his hands were gripping and squeezing your bum.

“Jump” Harry demanded against your lips and you accepted his order and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your chest rubbed together creating friction and then heat. There were sweat beads already on your forehead. Cheeks and ears red of both of you.

His hands instantly grabbed you from bottom supporting you as he carried you to the island situation in the middle of your huge kitchen. Thankfully it was free of things on it so it made easier for harry to lay you down on it.

You hissed once the cold marble of the shelf touched your slightly exposed back. Harry chuckled and took the opportunity to slip the shirt off your body as your back arched.

“So sexy and beautiful m'pet” he said. Harry took a moment to adorn your body before leaning in and capturing the flesh of your neck with his lips. He suckled on the skin leaving purple marks.

Harry never felt so in love before. In fact he never felt what love was like before he met you. And now, now he thanks Jesus everyday, every second of his life. He thanks him for giving him an amazing partner of life. A person with whom he could be himself. Who understood him like his own soul. Who knew him better than he knew himself. Who loved him dearly and to no extent.

His kissed grew rough on your neck. Your fingers stayed in his hair, gripping-twisting on them. He slowly moved to south on your body still peppering and endeavouring your body with open mouth kisses.

Your breath hitched when his kisses trailed down the valley of your breast. His left hand sneaked up your body and cupped the boob in his big hands. He stared intensely in your eyes which you somehow were able to open and cupped your right boob in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before taking your pebble hard nipple in his mouth. He suckled on it and kept squeezing the other.

The intensity of his work pooled your core even more. You could feel your clit throbbing. Even just a touch of him was enough to get you to end.

“Hmm babyy” you moaned moving your pelvic. He chuckled and pinned your hips down.

“So responsive huh? You wan’ meh love? So bad?” He asked bring his face upto your level, merely inches away from yours. You bite your lip and gave him a good nod and pulled him down on your lips by his platinum necklace .

Harry wasted no time in pulling your panties down your leg and opening them wide.

The cool air made your shiver as it collapsed with the throbbing bud of nerves between your legs. Harry pulled away and kept his stare on you . His lips left open mouth kisses down your body. His slick tongue licked your cunt lips before he ran it up your folds, opening them.

His two fingers came in contact with your skin, keeping the folds open so that he could eat you better. His long tongue licked your wet entrance and he pushed in inside your hole.

He could watch your face scrunched up in pleasure all day as he could right now.

He pushed his arms beneath your legs and pulled you to him smacking your core to his mouth. His scruff rubbed against you sensitive skin making you wetter than ever as he kept licking and sucking on your clit. His mouth was Indulged in eating you out from nose to chin.

The wild feeling and energy in your stomach was growing wide second by second and soon you found yourself whimpering his name and grinding your pelvic against his mouth.

He still had his arms underneath you as his index finger of right hand rubbed your clit and three fingers of left hand were inside you. His fingers were on and were stretching you perfectly, giving you extreme gratification.

His mouth was still hungry on you. Eating up your soul with hunger and passion as the same time.

“G-gonna cum.” You whimpered, breathing hard and sweaty body. You couldn’t even wait for his reply and were coming undone. Sheepish red colour creeped up your cheeks as Harry once again came upto face to face to you.

“It’s okay love” he said as he certainly understood the reason behind it. White evidence of your love was dripping down his chin. You arched yourself a bit and licked his chin tasting yourself.

“You ready darling ?” Harry asked you kissing your head discarding his red boxers down his leg and standing at the end of Island. His tip was painfully red and he was fully hard.

You sat up on your knees and moved forward to grab him when he stopped you.

“Not now love. Want yeh so bad” Harry said laying you down again.

You bite your lip and Harry threw your leg over his shoulder before sliding inside of you completely. Your eyes rolled back with your head.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ tight. Shit” Harry rumbled, moving as fast as he can. He wanted to make love but the desperation and Need of your body made him go wild.

Your skin slapped against each other making suck filthy sound but none of you cared as you both were captivated in your own world of bliss.

“All for you baby. My body and soul is all yours” you moaned looking at him. He looked as a perfect sex god at the moment. Sweat covered forehead, toned chest, red cheek and perfect cock.

“Your pussy….” Harry breathed.

“Is all mine” he said as his pace slowed down. He was Gonna lose it soon too, and so were you.

You say up a little supporting yourself with your elbows and tried to cup his cheek. Harry leaned in and kissed you so lovingly. The softness and utter love of your kiss made him lose it all. He spurted inside of you filling you up with his warm self. You too came undone for the second time.

The bodies of yours slowed down as the kiss grew more sloppy. He needed to catch his breath so he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

“I love you.” He breathed out.

“I love you” you breathed in.

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“Y/n cmon!!!” Harry said pulling you by your sleeves. You giggled and followed him.

After the amazing session of love you guys fell asleep again and then woke up around lunch time. And since the you don’t know the time went by an here you were cooking dinner when Harry came inside the house all excite and pulled you outside.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked and found your answer as he took you to the backyard. It was beautiful. Harry was the whole evening out and this is why he was out, he decorated the backyard with pretty fairy lights with soft music playing around.

The familiar music caught your ear.

Perfect. Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Harry bowed in from of you and reached for your hand and pulled you against his chest.

“Hi mister.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hi missus.” He replied adorning you. He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours affectionately. His arms around your waist.

The soft green grass tickled the bare feet of yours as you both danced and twirled around living in the moment and night dancing away, celebrating the love. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

Drunk [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1092
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing, people dancing, laughing and drinking the firewhisky that lined the tables. The room was nearly too full for anyone to move around, however all anyone seemed to care about was Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match against Slytherin.

Sirius Black leant casually against a wall on the outskirts of the room, holding a half empty cup of firewhiskey in his hand as he observed the room.

Usually, he’d be right in the centre of everything, dancing with some girl he happened to find. However, tonight it was different. His eyes were locked on the Ravenclaw boy who dared to talk to you, hating him from a distance.

He told himself it was just the natural instinct of a best friend to want to protect you, but knew deep down it was so much more than that.

He didn’t want that boy touching you, because he wanted to be the only one to be able to do that.

He took a sip of his drink before allowing his eyes to wander, just for a few seconds, landing on his best friend James, who seemed to be acting like the giddy dork he was around none other than Lily Evans. Catch him around any other girl, he’d be his usual proud self, yet put him in front of the pretty redhead and he turned into a crushing schoolgirl.

Sirius couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before he then began looking around for Remus or Peter - whichever one he found first.

Remus, for once, actually seemed to be having fun. Though usually not the party type, James and Sirius had encouraged him to turn up, just for one night, and reluctantly, the werewolf had agreed.

Look where that got him - having much more fun than his usually overdramatic friend Sirius.

Sirius then, avoiding looking at you and the Ravenclaw, found Peter, who surprisingly, after having one too many shots, seemed to almost be the life of the party, though it was more likely he was just overly excited that James had scored the winning shot of the match.

Sirius often questioned whether his little rat friend was in love with James and his talent.

“Sirius dance with me!” He suddenly heard someone slur from his left. Turning, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he saw it was you. Clearly intoxicated, you nearly fell into your best friend in your attempt to get to him faster. “Y/n! A-Are you drunk?” Sirius asked in shock, holding onto your body and pulling you close to him.

“What? Nooo..” you giggled, then began to slide a hand slowly down his chest, heading towards his pants. “Whatcha doing there?” Sirius said as he grabbed you hand to prevent it from moving lower.

You pouted, and leaned up to his ear, “Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”

If it were in any other circumstances, Sirius would have jumped at the chance for a night with you, especially after being in love with you for so long now. But you were drunk - these thoughts weren’t your own, and he could only feel a little down about that.

“Trust me doll, any other time I would, but right now we need to get you to bed,” Sirius said as he once again steadied you on your feet.

“Do I have to?” You whined. Sirius didn’t bother replying, and instead started to lead you up the stairs to your dorm room.

It was one of the only times the stairs hadn’t knocked him back down.

He opened the door to your dorm and helped you inside as you muttered incoherent things to yourself, clinging onto Sirius’ neck.

You collapsed onto the bed as Sirius sat down and rested your feet on his lap, so he could take your shoes off for you. He placed them under your bed, before leaning over your body to try and take of your necklace, in case if caused you problems whilst you were asleep.

He ignored the closeness of your bodies, trying to distract himself from behind pressed against you, when you said, “I really like his position.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, a leg gently looping around his as you tried to lift your hips to meet his.

“And you are a very sexual drunk, baby girl, but I can’t do this to you. I won’t,” he said in a low tone, stroking your cheek with his finger as he pulled away from you with the necklace, trying not to hurt your leg as he untangled it from around his. “Then just stay with me,” you muttered sleepily, holding onto his arm so he couldn’t stand up.

Sirius’ heartbeat sped up. Did you just ask him to stay longer?

Without a word, Sirius placed the necklace on your beside table, slipping out of his trousers and climbing into the bed with you, instantly wrapping his arms around you. You looked up into his dark brown eyes, mesmerised by the way they were gazing back at you with such adoration. Your stare flickered down to his soft lips, and in your drunk state, you convinced yourself it was the perfect idea to lean over and-

Sirius thought his head was going to explode from feeling so many emotions at once when your lips brushed his. He could taste the alcohol on you, and knew, deep down, that you were just doing this because you were intoxicated. However, he pushed that out of his mind, if only for a few moments, to savour something that he would cherish forever.

You pulled away, seemingly content with kissing him, and snuggled into his chest, listening to his rising heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep.

Sirius couldn’t believe what you had just done. He couldn’t believe that you had actually kissed him. Him, your best friend, of all people. Sure, you’d been making sexual advances all night, but he never thought you’d actually do something about it without passing out first.

He couldn’t believe he had you in his arms, holding onto him so tight. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, and just watched how beautiful you looked, lying beside him with your dress clothes still on, and makeup half smudged across the pillow.

Sirius smiled to himself in a bittersweet kind of way.

You may not remember the kiss by the morning, but he was sure that he would never forget it.

in her shadow || nine.

word count: 1.8k
summary: “I was going to find a way to have her.”

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