the way she says were not supposed to move the body gives me goosebumps every time

Between otherworldly Creatures II pt.2

Taehyung x reader, Jimin x reader

genre: smut, slight angst, sexting, bestfriends!vmin

word count: 11.6k


Jimin drove you crazy with his charming smile, his cuteness and tender personality, but what Taehyung did to you with some simple texts was on another level. The only thing holding you back: your friend’s vast crush on him.

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Tom Holland x reader

I don’t want to go home alone.


part 2

Words; 1024

Warnings; Flirting, kissing, drinking

“Where are you going?” I ask my friend Kayla, who forced me to come to a party with her. Someone had broken into my house last night and Kayla thought it would be great way to cheer me up. As an idea it was a great one, but the fact that now she was drunk and ready to ditch me.

“Y/N, hey, I met this amazing guy!” She says while she drags me to sit on the sofa.

“What guy? You were supposed to come back to my place after this.” I yell because the music is so loud.

“Look, this dude, Harrison, he’s so hot! I was thinking about leaving with him.” She says while looking around, clearly more interested about finding this mystery Harrison than spending time with me. Suddenly she lifts her hand and waves. I turn around in my seat trying to see the two guys walking towards us through the sweaty people grinding against each other. I quickly turn back to look at Kayla, but before I can say anything, I feel someone hopping on the couch right next to me, leaving me with very little space to sit in. I lift my gaze to see a face that I recognize immediately. Tom Holland, actor and pretty much the most beautiful person carved by the gods.

“Hi, I’m Tom.” He says leaning closer to my ear so that he wouldn’t have to shout. Feeling his warm breath against was already enough to give me goosebumps.

“I’m Y/N.” I say and pretty much just keep staring at him. His lips curve into a slight smirk, probably having something to do with the fact that I’m currently biting my bottom lip, admiring every inch of his face.

“And this is Harrison!” Kayla yells and wraps her arm around the blonde dude. Now that he is standing in front of me I realize, THIS is the Harrison she was talking about? I give him a slight nod and turn back to talk to Kayla.

“Are you seriously going to leave me here? You know I don’t want to go home alone after what happened.” I yell, getting slightly anxious.

“What happened?” Tom asks before she could say anything.

“Her house got robbed last night.” She answers. I turn to look at my hands, playing with my fingers while trying to calm myself. Anxiety is the worst.

“I can come with you if you want.” Tom says with a slight smile.

“I know we just met but if Harrison is ditching me and your friend here is going also- “ He starts to explain but I cut him off.

“That would be nice.” I say, looking directly into his eyes. There was something about the way he was looking at me, like he was assuring me everything was going to be okay.

“Great, well, we will call a taxi and be on our way.” Kayla says and hugs me, before grabbing Harrisons hand and pulling him outside the apartment, leaving me and Tom alone.

“Do you want to leave right away?” Tom asks, breaking the silence.

“I think I’m going to need a few drinks first.”


                            I keep giggling while I watch Tom struggling to open my front door, it being still a bit in need of a fix after the lock guy messed up and now the door is twice as hard to open.

“You need to kick the bottom of the door.” I say and push him slightly out of the way to kick it, and it finally opened. I still have my hand on his muscular arm, feeling it tensing when I take a tighter grip to keep me from falling.

“How can you be this drunk when I only saw you drink one beer?” He asks and helps me get inside before kicking the door shut.

“I took maybe three shots when you turned around to help the girl from walking against the glass door.” I say while taking my shoes off.

“Besides, I’m not that drunk, I’m just very clumsy person.”

“Whatever you say darling.” He says. The way word darling just slides off his tongue, amazing.

“You were great as Spider-man.” I tell him out of nowhere. Tom just stops and turns to look at me.

“You knew who I was?” He says and crosses his hands against his chest. Dammit, how his arms can be so distracting.

“Who wouldn’t? I have had a crush on you ever since Civil War came out!” I say without thinking, not even looking at him. I walk to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it with water.

“A crush on me, huh?” Tom says and starts walking closer to me. The smirk on his face tells just as much as I need to know. He stops few inches away from me. I take a step back, only to bump into the kitchen counter.

“I mean, not like obsessed kind of crush, but just a slight admiration of your skills.” I lie. Or at least try to, I’m a terrible liar. Tom leans in to whisper in my ear “I have skills that you have no idea of.” Just one sentence was enough to send chills down my spine, making my knees feel a lot weaker suddenly. I feel his right hand against my arm, fingers rising up to my neck, his thumb lifting my chin so that I look at him in the eyes. I didn’t know what else to do but take the glass in my hand and drink from it, making Tom laugh.

“I’m trying to seduce you here and you’re more into drinking some water.“ He says, his smile wide but he still doesn’t move away. My heart starts beating much faster than it did before.

“Your plan is working, I didn’t tell you to stop.” I whisper, looking at his lips, and back into his eyes, now getting darker and his smirk coming back. He places his hands on my sides, pulling me so that our bodies have no space between.

“We’re both glad that you didn’t.” He says and crashes his lips against mine.

Fragile/ Theo Raeken Smut

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Wicked Games Chapter Ten

So this chapter (along with the previous one) is a bit short, because I had originally planned to have them as two big chapters, but obviously it didn’t work out that way sooooo… :) *shrugs shoulders*

Anywhoooo here’s the smutty goodness you guys have been dying for! 40k words later and HERE WE ARE. I really hope you guys like it because this is my first time ever doing any kind of sexy scene in my writing life and it’s probably really bad but…. I can only grow with practice! I really tried to incorporate their feelings for each other as well during the whole thing, because I feel like Bughead is really centric on their love for each other and I wanted to stay true to that.

As always, thank you to my lovely queen @itstenafterfour for being the best beta I could have ever hoped for. This story wouldn’t be where it is without her. <3

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For this chapter, there’s a lot of sweetness, smut, and fluff. You guys deserve it. Enjoy. <3


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Important Lessons (Ch. 2)

Saizo x MC 
My darlings, here it is, chapter two. I am so SO sorry it has taken so long, but tada~ For future reference, this is now a multichapter fic that will have porn but also plot (we’re getting to the plot part, uh, eventually.) So thank y’all so much for your kindness. Please enjoy.

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4
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“So…” Oichi stared at you expectantly, you’d done a good job of avoiding her since yesterday, since you left Dr. Kirigakure’s office reeking of sex and flushed up to your ears. But you knew you couldn’t avoid her forever.

Honestly you had thought about telling her, airing it out, spilling your dirty little secret almost immediately, but something had stopped you. It was just too clandestine, too dangerous, too…precious to you for you to tell her. Which was saying something, Oichi had been your best friend since grade school.

What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.

So you had gone home, taken a long shower, eaten some take out, watched netflix and tried your best to compartmentalize the vivid scenes that kept playing in your head.

His head between your legs, the comfortable weight of his body leaned against yours, the look of desire in his eyes…

No, it hadn’t worked very well. Honestly even sitting here, a full 24 hours later, nursing an iced coffee you still felt a little bit hot and bothered.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm?” You looked up, meeting Oichi’s worried gaze.

“Are you okay? You seem really out of it, did something happen yesterday?”

Ah yes.

Time to lie to your best friend.

“It went okay.” You sighed, doing your best to feign indifference and disappointment. “It wasn’t very encouraging, Dr. Kirigakure basically just told me the same things he said over email and on the test. So I think i’m going to get a tutor from the writing lab to help me on thursday.” You shrugged, willing your body to relax the tension rapidly building in your shoulders.

“Ah, I see. So this is a case of the over-achiever blues, hm?” Oichi leaned forward, poking you on your cheek. “Sounds like we need to go and get drunk as soon as you are done with this test on Friday.”

“I’m not sure that will fix my problems.” You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t know how someone with such an overprotective brother seems to be able to go out every weekend.” You smiled at her, your tone joking.

“Come on, you’ve been watching me do it since we were in high school, all we have to do is avoid the places he’s at, duh.”

Oh yes, you had done your fair share of hiding from Oda Nobunaga since you were barely old enough to pretend to be old enough to get into bars. Even still…

“I’ll do it, only for you though.” You shook your head, snapping your book shut and leaning over to gaze at her. “No funny business this time, I hate having to bail you out of trouble.”

“But you’re so good at it!”

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Class, right. You had to go to that.

You sighed, for what was certainly the 50th time that day, pushing the door open to the small, dare you say intimate, classroom.

There were only about 15 students left in the class, so it didn’t much matter. It wasn’t like you were packed in like sardines.. Still the smallness of the space seemed pronounced today as you slid into your desk. Right, it was just class. You went to this class every other day. You could do this.

The professor was late, unsurprising, he was rarely early. Yet, he always seemed to just appear, almost like out of thin air, right as the students started to let their guards down.

Right as you let-

“Well, what a miserable looking group we have here today.” His mock cheer tore you from your thoughts.

Yes, exactly like that.

There he was, the same cool and composed force as always, except….except where he had once been a far off longing of yours, (who didn’t have teacher fantasies, after all) now he stood in flesh and blood and heat that you had felt yourself.

You still had the vivid feeling of his messy hair between your fingers and his body pressed to yours. And…And…You pressed your legs together, a mortified sense of dread building in you.

Everyone was going to find out.

There was no way they couldn’t tell.

The blush on your cheeks was visible, you were sure.

Okay, okay, you just had to take deep breaths. Steady yourself. He surveyed the room, leaning against the desk at the front, a bemused look on his face, and then he looked at you. You grew still, trying your best to maintain enough eye contact to appear normal before looking down at your desk.

You could swear you saw the beginnings of a smirk on his face as you looked away.

“Well, children, I see that some of you are anxious about the exam you have on Friday.” Professor Kirigakure sighed, in what was clear disappointment. “Midterms are, as you know, quite important to passing.” He stood, walking over to the whiteboard behind him. “Luckily for most of you, one of your classmates decided to be a willing sacrifice and email me.” The group of people around you were murmuring to themselves. No, none of them had emailed him, then who?

You, you had emailed him.

“Because of one student’s bravery, I’ve decided to reward you all with a review packet on what all we’ve learned.” A feeling of relief. Saizo hands out the packets, choosing to go one by one down the aisle, dropping a packet onto your desk.

You could feel his warmth as he brushed against you, his hand for just a moment grazing the flesh on your arm, goosebumps breaking out at the feeling.

You glanced up at him, only to find that he had moved on, resuming his discussion on the material at hand.

Oh, how were you going to handle this?

You flipped through the packet, scanning the words with minimal interest, until you turned to the back, the last page, where a phrase was written in a familiar script.

Naughty little ladies that don’t pay attention get punished.

Holy shit.

You all but slammed the paper of the packet shut, eyes firmly planted on the whiteboard.

He had definitely noticed your slip of attention, damn.

No matter, no matter. You shook your head, taking as many notes as you could.

After class you did your best to slip out quietly, Dr. Kirigakure swamped with questions as usual, and yet, somehow, as you reached the door a hand grasped at your arm.

“E-Eh” You looked up, meeting the crimson-copper eyes of your teacher, a growing ever-more familiar smirk on his lips. Your heart pounded in your chest at the look he was giving you. “P-Professor?” You stammered, allowing him to guide you just out of sight, your body pressed against the wall next to the door.

“You weren’t doing a very good job of appearing inconspicuous.” His tone was amused, his hand wandering up your shirt. “We should try to do better in the future, hmm” You nodded, heat coiling in your stomach. You’d do whatever he wanted, really, so long as he kep touching you.

“Yes sir.” It left your mouth before you had a chance to pull it back, a predatory gleam appearing in Saizo’s eyes at your words. His lips pressed to yours in the next moment, drawing and swallowing the gasp off of your lips. You clung to him, relishing the feeling of his body pressed against your own.

Then it was over, and you were panting as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Unfortunately, the little lady still has to be punished for not paying attention in class.” He pressed his mouth against your ear. “But that will have to wait until tomorrow night, won’t it?”

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You stood in front of your mirror, a frown creasing your features. Tomorrow had come far too quickly and now you were at a dilemma.

How was one supposed to dress to have a secret rendezvous with their professor? You sighed, falling back onto the bed.

Normally, they were supposed to dress normally, because it was supposed to be inconspicuous, and why the fuck would you be dressing up just for him to take it off? You could imagine his humor already, if you showed up in your sunday best.

That hadn’t stopped you from putting on your best lingerie, might as well try to look cute where it counted, right?

You hummed to yourself, a discordant tune, opting for something that you’d call ‘dressy casual’ before stepping out of your room.

Oichi sat in the living room, eyeing you with an open interest.

“Are you going on a date?” She sat up from her spot, looking you up and down.

“Tutoring.” You responding, not even stopping to look at her. You could hear her snort, could almost imagine her shaking her head.

“Must be a cute tutor.” She was giggling as you shut the door.

You entered the address on a much crinkled piece of paper into your phone.

Deep breath.

You could do this

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Saizo lived in a really nice apartment complex, not surprising considering his teaching position. But at the same time you weren’t really sure where you had pictured him living.

His office maybe?

you sighed, stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway. Now if the numbers were in ascending order you should be there…

You paused, looking up at the door. Okay, good. You reached out a hand to knock on the door only to have it open up before you could.

You blinked, surprise evident on your features. Saizo stood in front of you, appraising you with his knowing eyes. Butterflies churned in your stomach. You stand there for a moment until he speaks.

“I suggest you step inside, unless you want my neighbors to wonder what you are doing here.” he chuckled at the look you shot him in return allowing you to follow him into the room, looking around with interest.

It was quite plain, to your surprise. Sturdy furniture, and a minimalist feel, something that you would have described as the bare essentials of living. You thought back to your own homey and cluttered space and glanced at your teacher in curiousity.

What sort of secrets were lying just underneath his cool facade?

“That look on your face can only mean trouble for you.”His cool voice at your ear makes you shiver. You turned to face him, only to find a pair of arms hooked around your waist, keeping you in place with your back pressed against him. “Of course, maybe it is trouble you’re looking for, considering that you are here.”

“Didn’t you ask me to come?” You wriggled and then stilled in his arms, stealing a glance up at his face.

“And you had to be very brazen or just a little bit stupid to actually come.” he chuckles as you flush, trying to pull away from him.  “Ah, ah, no. It’s too late now, little lady. You did come here for another lesson, didn’t you?” One of his hands trailed a path up your stocking-clad leg, stopping when his hand met flesh. “Thighhighs?” he looked down at you, raising his eyebrow. You pouted in response.

“I guess I am more brazen than stupid, sir.” You replied, a soft edge of victory at brief look of surprise on his face.

“Well I suppose I could never turn down a student so eager to learn.” He navigated you to his couch pulling you into his lap. You froze, perched comfortably against him. The intimacy of the gesture threw your emotions into a tizzy and you inhaled sharply as you tried to keep yourself in check.

Saizo sighed, tsk’ing his tongue.

“I didn’t realize how much you had to learn.” he patted you on the head “Turn around.”

“Hm?”  You shifted your body, turning around to straddle him.  “Is this what you wanted?” the blush was high on your cheeks as you brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders.  

“Mm. Getting better.” his hands rested on your hips and you took the opportunity to press your lips against his. He let you go for a moment, opening his mouth and allowing you to explore it with your tongue.

Only for a moment though.

His teeth sunk into the flesh of your bottom lip, eliciting a soft cry from you as you attempted to pull away. He held you fast, however, trailing his tongue to sooth the wound the copper taste filling your mouth. The sensation drew a moan from your lips, and when he finally let you pull away you could only look at him, letting your teeth graze over the sensitive spot he left.

“I think you’re ready.” Saizo pulled a ribbon out of his pocket, the stark red of it drawing your attention. You shivered softly at the dark look he gave you, a sudden uncertainty growing.

“Ready for what?” your voice was small, he noticed your hesitation, brushing his knuckle against your cheek.

“Your next lesson is a lesson in vocabulary.” You stared at him. What was he even talking about?

“What’s that for then?” you grasped the free end of the ribbon in your hand, a sudden thought crossing your mind.

It was like the red ribbon of fate connecting the two of you

“Sensory deprivation.” He ran his thumb across your bruised bottom lip. “Covering your eyes, letting you describe what exactly it is I am going to do to you, using more appropriate language.”

Oh that did sound pretty appealing actually.

“Oh…Okay.” You nodded, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks, “If…Ah, mmh, if you want to.” As you spoke, he was pushing up the fabric of your dress. You reached down and tugged the material over your own head, letting it fall beside you.

Yes, you were glad you had worn your good underwear.

“Well then, I suppose we are in agreement, little lady.” He looked you over with some measure of cool appreciation before securing the ribbon over your eyes, shrouding you in red-tinted darkness. “If you want to stop at any time, just say dango.”

“Dango?” You let out a nervous laugh. “Is that your favorite dessert or something?”

“Maybe.” His hands were cold enough to make you shiver as they brushed over your bare skin. “What’s a word you would use to describe this feeling?”

“nn…Ticklish?” You wriggled as he adjusted your body to fall softly against the sofa . “Soft…mm, like feathers, maybe?”

“A feather light touch that sends shivers down your spine?” His voice seemed lower than before, or maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.

“Mmmhmm.” you sighed as he continued to trail his hands lightly against your skin. You felt his lips brush lightly against your neck, followed by teeth grazing against the skin. A mewl left your throat as he applied more pressure, light kisses followed by nips at your skin.

“What about that?” He questioned, breath so hot against your ear. He had unclasped your bra in the moment, and you felt the material go slack against your arms. He pulled it off and you could hear it hit the ground as his hot kisses made their way to your breast.

“A-Ah.” You arched your back as he bit at the soft flesh, the cry leaving your throat before you even realized.

“I believe we were asked a question.”

“A-Ah, thats n-not fair, you know.” Your hands were in his hair. “It was painful, but I liked it.” the confession was stark.

“That’s all?”

“U-Uhm. It was…it was…” You struggled for a moment. “It was pleasure at the height of pain?” You ventured, trying you best to think back to the packet he had passed out. Sex novels were pretty over the top.

“Better.” He laughed, a sound that tugged at your heartstrings. “Maybe you aren’t so hopeless after all, little lady.”

“I said I wasn’t a B average student.” you ran your hand down his chest, a bit surprised to meet bare skin. When had he taken off his shirt?

Down, down you went. Trailing lower, brushing against him. A bit surprised to find him aroused. He made a noise not unlike a growl as you pressed your hand more firmly against the cloth of his pants.

“What is your plan exactly with that?” He captured your hand, bringing your arms up to rest above your head. “Do I have to tie you up as punishment for trying to distract me from the lesson?”

“W-What?” You stuttered. “I don’t know about all that, sir.”

“You can say Saizo, you know.” He continued, ignoring your comment. “We aren’t in class, and this certainly breaks the student and teacher boundary already.”  You could feel his weight shift on the couch as he leaned back, pulling your underwear off in one motion.

For a moment you were still, the sound of him shedding the rest of his clothes

“I’m not sure I can.” You stated finally.

“What is stopping you little lady?” He pulled you closer to him by your hips, and you were conscious of the feeling of the material under you. “In fact I seem to remember you moaning my name without much issue last time.” He sounded amused. “Maybe that is all I have to do.” he pressed a surprise kiss to your lips as he maneuvered your leg around his waist. You caught on quickly enough,  hooking your legs around his waist, digging your fingernails into the skin of his shoulders in anticipation.

“Eager?”

“Same as last time sir- I mean, Professor Kirigakure.” You let out a giggle, unable to stop yourself.

“Cheeky for someone who still has an entire half a semester in my class.”  He doesn’t sound upset though, rather almost proud. “You know.” He pauses for just a moment. “I think hickies are a good look for you.” You gasp, slapping his shoulder lightly. “Or rather, my hickies are a good look for you.” Before you can respond his lips are on yours again, his body pressed so, so close.

You rock your hips against his, a impatience in your movements you hope he picks up.

He does. It doesn’t take him long to adjust your bodies, sliding into you in a way that had you panting against his lips.

“Uhhhnnn.” A muffled cry of pleasure left your mouth. You wondered, if his hickies looked good on you, did the bruises you left on his shoulders look good on him?

He wasn’t gentle, even less so than before. Maybe it was the blindfold that had you seeing stars faster than normal. It was like your awareness of your own body had increased. His movements seemed to have a sharper edge, each one bringing another sound to your lips.

“E-exquisite” You managed, sliding your hands to his chest. “Mindblowing, m-mostly.” You continued,  lifting your hips to meet his movements, each of his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge.

“At least one of those would get you an A on my exam.” He drawled, sounding a little less in control than normal.

“I hope I use the right one then.” You were barely holding on, a mess, it took quite a bit just to be able to coherently form that sentence. His hands were firmly planted on your hips, tilting them up to bring a different angle to his thrusts. He knew what he was doing, you were all but crying at his movements.

“S-Saizo.” Finally, you broke, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer. That seemed to do the trick. You could barely comprehend his murmur of “good girl” as he brought you to climax, this time you could feel his own body stiffen as you fell off the edge, a sort of sordid satisfaction at the idea that he got just as much satisfaction as you did from this.

After a moment of silence he undid your blindfold, tugging it off in a fluid gesture.

You blinked, gazing up at his eyes, startled to see a softness in them so much like last time, when he had kissed your forehead.

“I think you are better off without the blindfold.” He said, idly pulling you back onto his lap, using the ribbon to tie up your hair.

“E-Eh?” You were almost a bit overwhelmed at his gentleness, waiting expectantly for him to continue.

“Your facial expression are too telling for me to just cover them up.” He smirked, nipping at the shell of your ear and making you moan again, a short and soft sound.

“T-Too much.” You were blushing, which seemed to only prove his point.

“It is so unfortunate that the midterm is tomorrow.” He continued, allowing you to snuggle against his chest, his hands resting lightly in your hair. You refused to garner the thought that he might stop seeing you after the test, so you did your best to ignore his words.

“But there is always the final.” You finished for him, biting your lip and relishing the soreness. “I’m sure I can still find room to improve.”

He rolled his eyes.

“With words like that I might not want you getting any better.” You frowned at him in response, which only made him smirk. “Don’t worry little lady, I’m not near done with you.”  

You didn’t like how he could read your mind so easily.

You sighed, moving to pull away from him, a yawn leaving your lips. He held you in place, allowing himself to fall back onto the couch, with you resting on top of him.

“Not so fast.” He shook his head. “You’re only dismissed when I say so.”

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We're the Ones Who Live: Richonne One Shots Chapter 24: Coma 2, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction
A/N: I had a little more of this story left in me, and some of you asked for a part two. Without further ado... Enjoy!

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Unexpected.

It was the only word that could come to her mind right now, racing through her head on a loop. Sheriff Grimes, Rick, was unexpected. She hadn’t expected to operate on him seven months ago, hadn’t expected to be so drawn to him while he laid in a coma, hadn’t expected him to come looking for her months later.

And she definitely did not expect to be here, naked, panting and still underneath him.

“You ok?” his question rumbled against her bare slick skin, his lips sending goosebumps racing across her body.

She opened her mouth, but could only manage to sigh contently. Rick took the invitation, kissing her again. Michonne reached for him, halfway torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His scar, still jagged and raised, pressed against the palm of her hand. She succumbed to the pleasure of the feeling of his mouth on hers, parting her lips for him.

His hands made their way to her waist, gripping at her, wandering lower. She pressed herself wantonly into his calloused palms, her legs falling open almost on their own accord. He was inside of her again before either of them knew what was happening. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back and groaning against his mouth.

“God, Michonne,” that accent again, deep and enticing.

“How did this happen?” she asked the question, even as her body thrilled at the feel of him.

“I don’t know,” he sounded just as confused as she was. He paused in his movement, sitting up just slightly, his arms braced on either side of her head. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she didn’t consider the option at all, instead rolling her hips back into his. His moan, low and rough was her reward.

“Thank you,” he lowered his face to hers again and she was ready this time, catching his lips with her own. On and on it went, neither quite able to release their hold on the other, until Michonne was sure her body would simply give out, unable to take anymore. Then he would kiss her again, or touch her, or look at her, those blue eyes almost glowing in the low light. Suddenly her exhaustion would evaporate and they’d be right back where they began, wrapped tightly around each other.

It was hours before they finished. Peeling herself away from her new lover, Michonne retreated to the bathroom. Under the florescent light, she studied herself in the mirror, wondering what she was supposed to do now. She was out of practice with this, years removed from the intimacy of having a partner. She’d felt comfortable with her self-imposed celibacy. Now, she was not sure what to do.

She emerged from his modest bathroom to find him standing, still naked and at his dresser.

“I should go,” Michonne began, unsure. She was sore in places she’d learned to ignore, drunk off the taste of a man she barely knew.

“You don’t have to,” he spun around, a dark t-shirt in his hands. He looked as though the thought of her leaving had never occurred to him.

“I don’t want to… intrude,” it felt absurd to say it out loud. Dinner at a modest Italian restaurant had ended in a sweaty tangle of sheets. Now she couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Michonne, I want you to stay,” she liked the sound of her name on his lips immensely. Too much.

“All right,” She bit her lip, heart pounding, wondering what all of this meant.

He smiled, handing her a the shirt while he pulled on a pair of briefs. “What side do you want?” he asked her, gesturing to the mattress.

“I’m good with whatever,” she rarely shared a bed these days.

“Ok,” he looked at the queen-sized for a moment, seemingly contemplating something important. At once, he moved to the right side, sliding the covers back for her to join him on the left. She pulled on the warm cotton shirt, breathing in his scent, then climbed in bed.

They faced one another, silently appraising. Rick reached for her, gingerly inching her closer to him until he could wrap his arms around her.

“You know,” he started, choosing his words carefully, “this isn’t something I do a lot. In fact, I’ve never done it before.”

She smiled at that, his admission relieving her. “Neither do I.”

“I really did mean to just buy you dinner,” he continued, his lips tilted in just the hint of a grin.

“I really meant to just eat dinner,” she told him. She hadn’t counted on what his smiles would do to her, hadn’t counted on what good company he was when he could talk back. He’d reached for her hand outside the restaurant and she’d lost the battle to stay objective. She still wasn’t sure who initiated the kiss that led them here, a few blocks away in his new apartment.

“I’m not sure what this means… and maybe it sounds crazy, but…” Rick broke off. “I feel like I really know you.”

Michonne felt a thrill race through her. “I mean, I did talk to you a lot, while you were—” she broke off.

“I know,” he kissed her hand. “The nurses told me. Can I ask why you did it?”

She had no real answer so she settled on shrugging. “I didn’t want you to be alone,” she said simply.

He nodded, looking thoughtful. “My wife—ex-wife,” he corrected himself. “She started sleeping with my best friend when I was there.”

Michonne worried her bottom lip between her teeth. Rick noticed.

“I think everyone knew but me,” he said, the hint of sadness flickering over his face.

“I’m sorry, Rick,” she knew that pain intimately, knew what betrayal felt like. “My husband, he left too. Took our son.” She missed Andre every day, eagerly counted down the moments until their weekends together.

“Does it get better?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

“I hope so,” she whispered back.

She did not remember succumbing to her exhaustion, but the next thing she knew, she was waking up, pressed face down on Rick’s bare chest. His hand was laying over her backside, protectively, almost as though he had always done it. It took her a moment for the events of their night together to come rushing back. She realized with a start that her own hand was covering his scar.

“Good morning,” he yawned sleepily. If Rick was uncomfortable, he showed no signs of it. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” she found herself smiling at his familiarity.

“Good,” he kissed her forehead, adjusting his grip on her. “I’m starving.”

“Me too,” she stretched against him.

“All right then,” he sat up, his hair comically disheveled. “Let’s go.”

Breakfast (or brunch, rather) was just an unexpected as the night before, but no less pleasant, even outfitted in Rick’s t-shirt and too-large basketball shorts. He held her hand on the short walk around the corner and slid into the booth beside her, his fingers still laced with hers.

“We should do this again,” he announced ceremoniously around a mouthful of Belgian waffles.

“Ok,” she agreed readily.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, just as eagerly.

“Ok,” she agreed, helping herself to a bite from his plate. Smiling, he offered her the rest of his bacon.

“Tomorrow,” he repeated happily, kissing her hand.

Three Inked Words

Pairing: Y/N/Tattoo-Artist!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes (Ish?? I changed it a bit)

Words: 3.250+

Summary: Saying the word ‘I Love You’ out loud is a hard task for Luke with his shyness so taking his creativity into action he decides to draw on Y/N’s back and let her guess the three inked words

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Make Up Secks ft. Dean

I waited outside her door. I’ve been waiting for five damn minutes. I don’t even know why I’m here. I always find myself in this same position. Except for this time, I’m actually knocking on the door.

It’s been a month since we’ve talked and course it’s my fault. I’m in the wrong and now I have to fix things.

She finally opened it after an additional two minutes. Her face showed no emotion, unlike mine. I wore a more determined look. and I was.

“What do you want?” She shot me a death glare.

She was wearing my shirt. The one that I was looking for before I left to come here. Fucking ironic.

I decided to not answer her and just look into her house. I remembered when she used to let me in with a smile on her face. Now, since I broke her…

“Dean I don’t have time for your stupid shit. What is it?” She crossed her arms.

With a heavy sigh, I brushed pass her and into her house. She couldn’t really get mad. With the things that we did in this house, I could be here whenever I wanted.

I sat down on the couch and watched as she closed and locked the door. She leaned on the wall and faced me. Still no expression whatsoever.

I hated when she had to act like this. But what I hated most was that I was the cause for it.

“Dean.” She said.

“I’m sorry.” I finally said.

“I don’t want to hear it. You cheated. Why should I forgive you? I thought that you said you’ll never break my heart. But you did. I don’t want to forgive you.”

She covered her face with her small hands. She was crying but all that I could do was watch. I’m sure that she didn’t want me to touch her. But believe me, I wanted to…so fucking bad.

My heart couldn’t help but ache in pain. I felt so fucking worthless, like an asshole. I was drunk and stupid..

“Fuck it.” I mumbled, getting up and pulling her into my arms. She didn’t hug back but she began to cry louder.

“Y/n I swear I’m sorry. I promise you that it wasn’t in my intentions to cheat. I’m always working and baby shit gets hard. It’s even harder now without you. You are my number one and I would never hurt you on purpose. I just want for you to forgive me. Pl-”

She backed away from me. “Really Dean?! You really think that I’m supposed to just forgive you?!”

As much as I wanted to nod, I shook my head no and looked down. I closed my eyes trying to prevent tears from falling and hoped that she would just forgive me because I meant every word that I said.

“And please don’t call me dean. I’m Hyuk to you..”

I slowly moved my hand in front of my face since I felt tears rolling down. The fact that she was the only woman and person that could make me cry, was enough.

“I’m hurting just like you baby. I need you.” I sniffled and cleared my throat, I couldn’t look like I showed up to her house to cry. Not that that was a problem considering the fact that I was in love.

Out of no where, I was embraced into a hug. I opened my eyes and a smile automatically stretched across my lips.

“Baby?” I wiped my face.

She smacked her lips. “Shut up and fuck me. You got some making up to do.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I picked her up by her waist and carried her into her bedroom. Just like always, her lights were dimmed. Just how I like it.

Suddenly, she pulled me down onto the bed and flipped us over, straddling me.

“You wait a whole fucking month?” She asked referring to me taking a month to not apologize.

I opened my mouth to say something but she quickly covered it with her hand. “I don’t wanna hear it.” She began taking off my clothes.

After I was in nothing but my underwear, she looked me in my eyes.

“My turn.” She grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet, turning her back to me.

First, I took her shirt off and then her yoga pants. God her body was beautiful. Her tan skin…drove me insane.

She went over to her dresser to grab something. A scrunchie I’m guessing. After she tied up her hair, she turned to face me.

“Damn.” I said as I examined her lingerie.

“Take this off too.” She said pointing at the remains.

I was mesmerized as she began to move forward. I’m not gonna lie, my hands were shaky. I really had all of this to myself.

Slowly, I peeled the black see through fabric off. all while letting my cold fingers give a shock to her skin. the goosebumps that formed, showed me how much of an anticipating individual she was.

“Mhm.” I hummed, looking at the fine foreign woman in my life.

Unexpectedly, she pushed me on the bed and straddled me. “Cheat on me again and I will kill you okay?” I could see in her eyes that she meant every word.

I nodded and flipped us over so that I was on top of her in between her legs. “I promise baby.” I passionately tongue kissed her and her other set of lips.

As we kissed, she slid my underwear off with her feet. Realizing that the both of us were naked, I positioned my hardened member and her entrance. She let a soft moan escape her lips as I filled her with each inch. I sat there a moment, letting her get used to me again.

“You’re so fucking wet. Goddam y/n..” I grunted into her ear.

I kissed her one more time and then, I started stroking and grinding upward into her, hitting her spot. She wrapped her legs around my waist and stroked my hair.

“Faster Hyuk…!” She moaned.

I did as she said. Right when I sped up my pace, she started moaning uncontrollably. The sound of her moaning, our skin slapping each other, and the knocking on her wall from both the headboard and her next door neighbor was music to my ears.

She felt so good. I couldn’t believe myself and how I went so long without her. Feeling her tightness around me was like a breath of fresh air. Like I had been locked up, unable to breath correctly because she wasn’t around for me to fuck, love, and care for.

“Y/n..” I groaned as she licked and sucked my neck. There were most definitely gonna be hickeys there.

A few minutes later, we slowed down. I let her get up just so we could get in another position that I couldn’t wait for.

She got on her knees and bent over, I never understood why she arched her back until she told me the third time we had sex. I can admit, I was fucking innocent back then.

It was for a better fucking. And she could hold the position so well and so long, it was what drove me to make her scream her throat out.

I pushed myself into her, earning a long satisfying moan from her. “I love you…Hyuk…” She gripped the sheets and closed her eyes.

I noticed that her eyes would roll back and she would actually drool when I go my deepest and slowest. That was the best reaction that I got from her during sex.

I rubbed all over her body while she threw it back. Damn, it was a sight. The way she would move forward and then have her ass meet my hips..man.
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An hour later, we came together. We showered and had another round. Fast forward to now and we were cuddling.

“Mochaaa..?” I poked her.

“Hmm?” She was almost sleep, curled up into my arms.

“Promise me that we won’t break up ever again. If we get into an argument we need to settle the shit then and there. Enough with being petty.” I gave her my pinky.

“Promise.” She took it.

I moved her curls from the side of her face and left kisses from her forehead, to her lips, to her neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She grabbed my hand and kissed it.

That night, I spent at her house. I’m lucky as hell to have this girl.

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I’m A Gambling Man Part 14

Beginning: I’m A Gambling Man Part 1

Warning: just fluffy this time

I’m A Gambling Man Part 14

Chapter 29

….“Nina, please get back in your booster seat and put your seat-belt back on sweetheart.”…

….“But I can’t look out the back window with my seat-belt on Uncle J”…

….“Sweetheart it’s not safe for you. It’s specially not safe when I’m driving on the freeway, going sixty. Now please get back in your booster seat and put your seat belt on Nina.”….

….“No. I don’t want to.”….

…. “Fine then. Guess I’ll have to put it back on for you.”…

He started slowing down till he was able to pull over to the side on the road. Soon as he turn around to get a hold of Nina, she moved out of his reach. Nina just laugh as he kept trying to get her into her seat. He almost had a hold of her, till he heard screeching of tires. 

Soon as he turn around that’s when he saw it, a driver of a semi was losing control. It was swerving left to right, trying to regain control but there was no use. The straps that held down the pipes he was carrying snapped. The pipes started flying in all directions, including theirs.

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California King Bed

Tom Hiddleston fic

Part 1: Issues

*A/N: This is a mini sequel to Friend request pending…

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Wednesday

She smiled from ear to ear. She hadn’t been truly happy in so long or as long as she could go back to remember. Her hands wrapped around one another. Her eyes closed, feeling the plane descend and touch down on the sunny lit evening of San Diego.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have successfully landed in San Diego, California. You are now free to use your electronic devices. Please stay remained in your seats until the plane has come to a complete stop. Check around your seat for any trash and personal items. From everyone at American Airlines, we thank you for flying with us.”

Aubery rubbed the raised button sized bit of flesh through her freshly dyed tangerine hair. It was a party favor from a car accident nearly a year passed that took a great amount of memories instead of her life but this, San Diego was always a dream she remembered. She was up and out of her seat with her hand clutching her shoulder strap on her bag. Her boots took her forward one step at a time until she ended at the carousel for her luggage.

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hydejackies-deactivated20170430  asked:

1 + zenmasters <3

N/A: Man, I felt bad after the sad fic. Here, have super fluff.

1) things you said at 1 am

His chick’s feet were always cold, no matter the day of the week and the hour of the day, and what station the year was wearing. Jackie’s tiny, delicate and very ticklish feets were always cold. Which is something Hyde had never truly though of until tonight, because it’s almost one am and he’s still awake, even when he knows he is supposed to be up at six and take Jackie to the doctor at seventh, or Mrs. Forman will figuratively and maybe literally kill him. Yet, he moved his feet a little, touching Jackie’s with his fingers and smiled when he confirmed that the thing hadn’t change in years. Yes, his chick’s feet are still cold. Just like the rest of her body is still soft and small; her belly all warm, her lips full and red, tasting like cherry and the gum she loves to chew on. 

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I Fell In Love With My Best Friend

Request: Hi I’d like to request a Rob x Reader one shot. ;) Reader and Rob are very close friends, coworkers, actually, and they get in some sort of a fight/argument and it ends up in some very smutty smut. ;) Maybe fluff at the end? @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Pairing: Rob x Reader
Word count: 3,154
Warnings: Angst, jealousy, smut, kissing, fluffy stuff, cursing, If I forgot anything, let me know please! :D
Authors Note: This is my first time writing smut! So if it sucks, I’m sorry! I hope you all enjoy it! I’m finally glad that I got to write a Rob x reader. There’s not enough Rob love out there!


When you were just 19 you auditioned for the role as Jamie, Sam and Dean’s littler sister. When you got the call that you got the part you were head over heels and so excited! Now, over the past few years that you have been an actress on Supernatural, you’ve become extremely close with the cast members.
They all had welcomed you with open arms from the get go. You were the youngest (25) and shortest (5’2”) one of the bunch, but Jensen and Jared treated you and cared for you like a little sister. Just like your character. You also had become best friends with Felicia Day (who plays Charlie), Richard Speight Jr. (Trickster/Gabriel), and most importantly Rob Benedict (Chuck Shurley/God).

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Insecurity | Part Four

Originally posted by funsuga

Genre: Angst

Pairing: still complicated

Word Count: 1.676

A/N: ARE YOU TEAM YOONGI OR TEAM JUNGKOOK? let me know, I’m actually very curious ^^

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine (The End) | Epilogue


“Who the hell gave you permission to fuck my girlfriend?!”, you heard Jungkook scream at Yoongi, making you slap your hand in front of your mouth in shock.

Yoongi stayed silent and you heard glass break. Your hands started trembling and your shaky breath made your throat go dry. What was happening?

“Answer me!”, Jungkook screamed and slammed a fist against a hard object, you couldn’t really tell what it was. It was probably the studio door.

Yoongi still stayed silent and you knew this didn’t mean that he was scared nor speechless. He probably had a lot to say right now but Yoongi never was that kind of a person to just go up to someone and yell into their face. 

“None of you even thought it was important enough to tell me?! I have to find out myself, seeing her laying naked in YOUR bed?”, Jungkook’s voice had turned into a dangerous growl and he seemed to be closer to Yoongi now. His voice sounded clearer through the speaker.

“IU was laying naked in my bed? Well, I guess I missed out on something then. I don’t remember inviting her over”, Yoongi answered coldly and you heard his chair squeak, as he turned his back to Jungkook.

“What the fuck Yoongi, you know I’m not talking about IU”, Jungkook grabbed Yoongi by his shirt and you heard him huff slightly. “I’m talking about (Y/N). What is she doing in your bed?”

“Oh so NOW she’s your girlfriend? After all she’s been through? After all you made her go through?”, Yonngi’s voice could have killed. “Are you already bored of IU? Is she not as interesting as you thought she was? That’s why you want to come back to (Y/N)?”

Yoongi’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and you couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of his words. He was defending you and leaving Jungkook dumbfounded. Your heart started beating faster and you wished you could just lay your arms around Yoongi’s body and pull him close, smell his comforting scent and just stay like that forever.

“She’s been my girlfriend this whole time, don’t play dumb hyung. Taking a break doesn’t mean that we’re done and that she can fuck around with whoever she wants”, Jungkook didn’t even bother to answer the other questions. It was all about you at this moment.

“Right, taking a break doesn’t mean that she’s single and can finally be happy but for you it does. You can go fuck around with random girls, you literally just met. That’s obviously a whole different thing”, Yoongi’s voice was getting louder and he had completely forgotten that you were still listening to their argument. He had placed the phone down onto his desk.

“What are you implying Yoongi? If you have to say something, say it”, Jungkook growled and your heart dropped when you heard the chair squeak again, signaling that Yoongi had stood up.

You could literally feel Yoongi’s eye roll at the younger one and you prayed to God that this argument wouldn’t escalate.

“I am implying”, he especially emphasized that word. “that you leave your girlfriend of two years behind as soon as she opens up about her insecurities, go fool around with the girl that caused all those insecurities on national television and then get mad at her for finally being happy again.”

Jungkook was silent and you clenched your hand around your phone, getting more and more anxious by every passing second. This would not end well.

“This still doesn’t give you the right to fuck with (Y/N)”, you heard Jungkook hiss. He didn’t even deny fooling around with IU. You knew that it had been happening but deep down you had hoped that he would have only acted that way to make you jealous. You had hoped that he actually wasn’t interested in IU but wanted to proof a point to you, to make you suffer and then come back. That he was just being his stubborn self and needed to win that argument.

“Oh and why not?”, Yoongi asked full of sarcasm. “It didn’t seem to bother you the past few months.”

You heard a fist collide with something hard and you heard Yoongi hiss, a push being dragged out and glass clash. Jungkook had punched Yoongi in the face making the older one push him against the nearest shelf. You let out a cry but none of them seemed to hear you as your sobs started erupting through your body. This was all your fault, you kept telling yourself.

“How long has this been going? Huh? How long have you two been playing this game? Answer me!”, Jungkook yelled and you heard another punch hitting Yoongi.

“Are you sure you want to know?”, Yoongi answered cockily, chuckling in the end. Jungkook was going to kill him if he kept being this careless, you knew it.

“Yoongi stop!”, you yelled into the phone, tears streaming down your face and your whole body shaking. 

Silence answered you and then you heard shuffling. “Is that (Y/N) on your phone? Has she been listening this whole time?”, Jungkook’s voice was dangerously close.

“Well you interrupted our private time, so I didn’t even have time to say my goodbye’s to her”, Yoongi answered, using the phrase “private time” on purpose just to make Jungkook get even madder. It seemed to work because you heard him taking in a sharp breath and from knowing Jungkook too well, you knew he was clenching his hands into fists and his neck vein was probably about to pop out.

“Yoongi shut up! You’re only making this worse”, you screamed out in frustration, not believing how dumb he was to say those words. Jungkook could be thinking the worst things right now while you two were completely innocent in reality.

“Private time?”, Jungkook asked through gritted teeth, picking up the phone. “(Y/N) what the hell were you doing with Yoongi?”

As he said your name his voice broke and you felt your heart drop at the sound of his vulnerability. He surely wasn’t the tough guy he currently tried to picture in front of Yoongi.

“We were only talking, Jungkook”, you whispered. “Not that it’s any of your business anyway.”

 “You’re my girlfriend, of course it’s my business”, Jungkook answered angrily when Yoongi ripped his phone out of Jungkook’s hands. “What the hell?”, he exclaimed at the loss of the phone.

“No she’s not. (Y/N) is my girlfriend”, Yoongi stated cooly, making goosebumps run down your spine.

Jungkook let out a half-hearted laugh. “Your girlfriend? Does she even have feelings for you, hyung? Because if I remember correctly, she still seemed pretty flustered when I visited her this morning.”

Yoongi let out a shaky breath. This was his hurting point. Jungkook had found it without even knowing about it. Yoongi knew you were very grateful for what he had done for you and how he had made you smile again. He knew you accepted to date him not out of pity but because you had feelings for him as well. He just wasn’t sure if you were ever capable of loving him like you loved Jungkook. So hearing how confident Jungkook was about making you feel flustered only by his presence made his blood boil and heart clench. He was supposed to be the one making you feel flustered, not Jungkook.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, was all Yoongi could answer.

Jungkook face turned into a grin. “Of course not. She might have told you that I visited but she surely didn’t tell you how flushed her face got when I kneeled down next to her and how she pressed her thighs together almost immediately. It might have been unconscious but that move says more about her feelings than her mouth could ever say”, he shrugged and was visibly satisfied with how the situation had turned.

Your mouth had dropped during Jungkook’s words but soon you had regained your strength. “He’s lying Yoongi, that’s not true. Yes, I got a little bit flustered but I wanted him to leave. Don’t believe his words babe, you know he’s not right.”

Your soothing voice urged through the phone and Yoongi wished he could believe you. He wished that his heart would let him believe the words you were telling him. That he didn’t need to worry about Jungkook taking you away from him, even though he had hurt you so bad. But he knew how much you still loved him. He knew from the way you would still get nightmares even with him by your side. He knew from the way you would daze off sometimes and get a little melancholic, not saying what was bothering you. He knew from the way you always avoided coming over whenever he was around. He knew from the way that you would always say how much he meant to you but never say that you loved him.

“He doesn’t believe you (Y/N). You should see his face right now”, Jungkook spoke as he heard you say those words and Yoongi didn’t answer. “He looks like you just broke his heart into million pieces.”

There was no satisfaction nor hatred or anything similar swinging in Jungkook’s voice. He even sounded a little bit sorry which made your stomach twist as your vision went blurry.

“Yoongi…”, you whispered. You knew this was the perfect moment to tell him those three words he needed to hear so badly but you couldn’t. Whenever you opened your mouth to say them, so he’d believe you, nothing came out.

“(Y/N)”, Yoongi answered and you were never so happy to hear him finally speak again. “Stay where you are, I’m coming home. I can’t work with this kid disturbing my peace.”

Jungkook huffed. “So you don’t even care that she still loves me? Are you that desperate, hyung?”

“You can call me desperate if you want, Jungkook”, Yoongi glared at Jungkook and you could hear his deep breath. “But that’s what I call love.”

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BBRAE WEEK 2017 DAY 4 May 4th: Goodbyes Vs Lips/Kiss NSFW

Raven didn’t know how long she had been starting at his lips, she just knew that moments before those same pale green lips had just pecked her alabaster lips. It was soft gentle and sweet, that always left a tingle. One comparable to mint. Her first, she felt her heart start hammer. He had really given her first kiss? Then her second, he was even more confident this time. His hands touched her cheek as he brushed his lips over hers. This time letting them linger for a moment. Her eyes fluttered as she let him do that magical thing he did before. Like a spark moved down her back she wondered why she had waited so long to let him do this.

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Happy Haunted Holidays!

((Took too long to post. Sorry bout that.))

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“This evening has been…It’s been…um…”

“Hectic?”  

 “Yes, hectic…it’s been…oh…” The animated ragdoll tried to hide her nervous chuckle with a half-honest smile. Her cheeks had gone red from this smile. She’d been using it all night, despite the fact that it was he who came to her. Having him notice her, let alone feel the same way, was something she was unprepared for, and Sally could never keep herself together when she was unprepared.

“It’s a good kind of hectic, though,” Jack added. Seeing Sally tremble just trying to talk to him tickled his bones with delight and sympathy. “In a way, you could say I was right about my Christmas all along!”

“I suppose. I don’t know if I’d call a day where I was shot out of the sky a ‘good kind’ of anything.”

“You and Sandy were almost eaten. You didn’t catch goosebumps from that?!”

Sally went back to smiling her usual way: content, with a hint of malice in her stitches. “I would have gotten away. How was I supposed to know those three…children, could sew so fast?”

 “If you didn’t know that, how are you so sure you would have escaped?”

 “I don’t always know things. I just think about them. That’s all.”

“Fascinating philosophy. In fact it’s just giving me an idea for next Halloween. I’ll have to write it down before the Mayor makes me forget-” Jack began to go off on one of his rambling tirades before realizing Sally wasn’t following him to the gate.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Me?”

“Yes you!” Jack said as he took her by the hand. “You’re like a kitchen mouse without its head.”

Sally blushed and rocked back and forth on her heel as her king waited out another nervous smile. “I just didn’t think you’d want to spend the day with me.”

“Day?” That word seemed to float in midair for minute. Suddenly, Zero’s apparition appeared out of his grave and yipped for his master’s attention. “Its daybreak already?”

“We haven’t left the graveyard all night, rememb-”

“It’s Christmas!”

Jack let out a piercing scream. He grabbed Sally by her wrist, this time pulling her towards the gate.

“Where are w-?”

“It’s my first ever Christmas! Come on Sally, we have to make something of it!”

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Pardon Me

Requested by anon:  Okay, so pretend Isaac just came back from france and even though reader and him kept in touch shes still feels upset about how he just left. Fluff/smut (whatever) occurs to make it up to her.

Warning: Smut 

Scott Mccall. You’ll have to add this name to your list of people you have an ax to grind on. Which raises the number of names to three: Scott, Isaac and this boy named Tyson that called you ugly on the playground and that you’ll probably never see again. The reason for your fury on your alpha? He paired you with Isaac on this pack mission. Again. Since Isaac came back from France he does that constantly and doesn’t even listen to any of your objections. Those two have a deal, you know that. And you hate it.

Isaac isn’t even supposed to be here. He hasn’t been here for months and suddenly he’s back and acts like he’s never been gone. You want to punch him and cover him in kisses at the same time. To say that you are having conflicting feelings would be an understatement.

You are angry at him. There is no way to deny this. You’ll probably never forgive him those months of absence. It’s not like you’ve never heard from him because you have on a regular basis. However, he just left. Just ran from Beacon Hills although the two of you were quite a thing. And now…you’ve no idea what you are. You just know that you are pissed at him and don’t wanna spend time with him. Obviously Scott doesn’t care about your feelings, though.

Which leaves you in his presence once again. And to make things worse: you’ll be spending the next few hours in the dark and creepy basement of some old industrial building, searching for some files that could be anywhere. Or not there at all. Another one of Stiles’ great plans. Sometimes you believe that they’re making this to annoy you.

You made the decision to ignore Isaac before you even entered this building and you are holding on to it now. You raise your chin and walk towards the first shelf while you feel his eyes on your back. Well, he can stare how much he wants, you won’t give in. Not this time. Therefore you relax your expression to look as cool and indifferent as possible.

However, you can’t really concentrate as you pull out the first folder and go through its contents. It’s just the way it is. His presence is distracting to you.

“I think some teenagers use this building as their meeting place…”, Isaac mutters. You know why he guesses that. There are matrasses everywhere along with beer cups and snack bags. But you don’t even give these things a little glance and act like you haven’t heard him. Which makes him sigh.

“Come on, Y/N! You’ve talked to me while I’ve been away and suddenly you are giving me the cold shoulder. I don’t get it!”, he exclaims desperately. The fact that he is desperate makes an evil smile appear on your lips. Well, he deserves it. You flip your hair over your shoulder, take a step to the left and take another folder.

“I’ve apologized to you a thousand times. I’ve done everything. What do you want me to say?”

You press your lips together and stop pretending like you are reading for a moment. What do you want him to say? You have no idea. But just forgetting about it…that’s impossible. He has been gone for too long to do that.

“Nothing, Isaac”, you finally say, still without looking at him. “You can’t say anything. Things have changed. I have changed.”

“Really?”, he retorts and there is something in his voice that you can’t name but that makes you suspicious. The urge to throw a glance on his expression is almost irresistible but you stay strong. You keep your eyes on the yellowed page and stand there stiffly while you hear him stepping closer. Suddenly his breath brushes your neck and you shiver. “I don’t believe that. Some things never change.”

Two very different needs fight a bitter battle inside of you: the need to flee from him, which would be complicated anyway because he has you caught between his body and the shelf, or to lean back against his warm figure. Instead of doing any of that, you don’t move an inch.

“That’s pretty bold to say for someone that hasn’t seen me for almost a year”, you state bitterly. “You don’t really know me, Isaac.”

“Okay, fair enough…”, he mumbles. Still, you can hear that he hasn’t given up yet. “So…you wanna tell me that if I do this you wouldn’t enjoy it?”

Without warning his hands suddenly land on your shoulders and push your hair from your neck. Then he slowly leans in and his lips hover over your bared skin for a moment, probably to give you the chance to pull away. You know you should’ve. But for some reason you cant. And as he presses them on your neck and trails a line from there to the spot behind your ear, your reaction turns out exactly as he probably anticipated. You inhale sharply and goosebumps cover your arms. Damnit. This has always been your weak spot.

You can feel him smirk before he pulls back. Immediately you whirl around and glare at him. The folder crashes onto the floor but you don’t even notice it.

“Stop playing games, Isaac! This doesn’t mean anything. You’re not my type anymore.”

This is a total lie and he doesn’t believe you, you can see that.

“Come on, Y/N! You are drawn to me as I am drawn to you, it has always been like that”, he analyses in a matter of fact tone while looking deeply into your eyes. His blue ones drill right into your heart and you hate him for that. “So be angry at me as you like. You have every right to be. You can do whatever you want to me but please stop ignoring me.”

Well, you’ve already done that. How can you ignore him when he’s standing so close to you? Your heart pressure rises and you can’t do anything about it. He can probably smell it.

“What if I want to punch you in your stupid face?”, you retort in a weak claim to stay tough.

A mischievous grin brushes his lips. “Then I’ll let you. But are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

It’s not. Well, at least it’s not your number one priority. Now that he’s so close and that you feel the warmth of his body and smell his odour, you want to kiss him. You need to kiss him, although you wish it would be different.

With an annoyed sigh you admit defeat, take a step forward and determinedly pull his head down to kiss him. Quite heavily. It’s a kiss mixed with incredible longing, affection and anger altogether. You run your fingers through his curls and open your lips in a moan while he places his hands on your back and locks you in a tight embrace. You remember this feeling perfectly well. The softness of his lips, the heat that bubbles up in your veins at his touch and the shiver that runs down your spine as his tongue starts to move in perfect unison with yours. You caught fire and suddenly it’s impossible to kill the flame.

Isaac breaks away for a second, breathing irregularly. You use this opportunity to get a grip on his shirt and roughly pull it over his head. For a moment you just enjoy the sight of his abs, of this body that you want so much before his hands wander down to your butt and pushes it upwards. You wrap your legs around his waist quite willingly and already kiss him again as he carefully presses you against the shelf.

The shelf. You pull back as this thought enters your mind that has been blank to this point. Isaac takes this reaction as a cause to trail his lips from yours down to your neck to softly suck at your heated skin. You inhale sharply, utter satisfaction drips through your bloodstream, but you haven’t forgotten what you remembered.

“We are on a pack mission, Isaac”, you mumble weakly while you lean back your head to give him more space. How consequent.

“Forget about it, we’ll have plenty of time afterwards”, he returns and you gladly take this as a sufficient excuse. You tug on his curls while he covers your throat and collarbone in kisses, maybe even a little too violent. But you’re still pissed at him and he seems to like it anyway. His hands wander from your butt to your back in the meantime and find their way under your shirt. You swallow hard as his warm fingertips brush over your skin and trail upwards, taking the seam of your shirt with them. The piece of clothing lands somewhere in the darkness and a smirk appears on Isaac’s lips as he throws a glance at your bared body.

This stupid smirk. How much you’ve missed it. How much you hate it. At first you press your lips together and glare at him, then you place a finger under his chin, lift it up and start trace a line from a spot behind his ear to his throat while he grabs your butt tighter and moans softly. Yes, you definitely know how to play his strings. You suck on his skin profoundly before you go over to kiss his sharp jawline and teasingly bite his lower lip. His hot breath pushes against your face and you like it. A lot.

All of a sudden he turns around in one swift movement, walks through the room and sits you down on an empty desk. You still have your legs wrapped around him, partly because you are not planning to give him any chance of getting away. The both of you share some heated kisses again and while you’re at it, his fingers wander from your thighs over your stomach to your back until they reach the fastener of your bra. He opens it in no time and tosses it away.

That’s when he breaks away and leans back a little to observe you closely. The smirk makes a reappearance and a cheeky sparkle evolves in his eyes that turns you on more than you like to admit.

“God, how I missed that”, he exclaims.

“Oh, shut up”, you retort, rolling your eyes, before you pull him back down to you. Soon enough his lips leave yours and trail downwards. Very slowly he kisses his way to the tip of your breasts and you already arch backwards in anticipation. As they finally find your nipples you push out a shaky breath. God, he knows exactly how to play you. You moan satisfied while you scratch over his back, evoked by his treatment and the fact that you can feel his erection against your thigh. You are still able to make him feel this way and that is amazing. Also, he’ll heal anyway. You raise your legs to his butt and pull him closer which makes him gasp a little and yourself grin.

He lets go of your breasts and looks up at you. “You are teasing me”, he states.

Your grin widens. “Well, you deserve a little teasing.”

“You shouldn’t have said that”, he claims and within seconds you are not sitting on the desk anymore but lying on one of the matrasses with Isaac leaning over you. He sucks on your breasts once more, but stronger now, hungrier. You hiss and grab his back tightly, closing your eyes to enjoy this as intensely as possible. After a while his lips, slightly ajar, trail over your stomach further down and an inexplicable anticipation builds up inside of you that only Isaac ever evoked. By now you want him so much it almost hurts.

He grabs your trousers and undresses you quickly. Then he places his hand on your calve and slips it upwards while he kisses you on the other one at the exact same time. You try to control your breathing but by now you’re absolutely gone. Your hands have sunken aimlessly to your side and you are frozen on spot, awaiting his touch where you need it most.

It follows seconds later and as his tongue meets your core you moan deeply. He licks it quite professionally and just the way you like it. God, you almost forgot how that feels. You sense the heat rushing through your veins and how you are coming closer and closer to the edge while you are whispering his name repeatedly without even noticing. As you finally come, you push out a sound between sigh and scream.

Your heart beats in a pace that shouldn’t even be possible. And it doesn’t stop because although you already got your satisfaction, this is not over. He pulls away and crawls back over you. However, you don’t give him the chance to do anything before you topple him over to be on top. For a moment he seems surprised, then an excited glimmer appears in his eyes and he leans back, waiting patiently. You kiss the corners of this mouth, then your sprawl kisses all over his body before you get rid of his pants and boxer. You climb onto him and both of you moan softly as he enters you. Now you start to ride him, slowly and steadily.

He throws his head back, closes his eyes and pushes out regular groans that cheer you on. You become faster, more demanding. You dwell in the incredible sensation of having him inside of you and to see his utter satisfaction makes this even better. You push. Again and again. Until your breath is taken away and you feel your orgasm building up again. Isaac is more yelling than moaning now and as you both reach your peaks, he pushes out a racked breath and you stop moving, exhausted but so incredibly ecstatic.

After a few moments you climb off of him and fall down on the matrass beside him. You are still breathing hard, just like he is.

“This was amazing”, you admit hoarsely, staring at the ceiling. “Can we just keep on having make up sex for the next few months?”

He laughs and turns over to kiss you again.


Requests are open and welcome! 

Mixed Dates

Hello again! Here goes my second Harry oneshot, hope you like it! :) Btw, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.

If you didn’t know… REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! so if you want me to write you something feel wellcome to ask :) the main character can be any of the boys ;)

Enjoy!


This was another of Harry’s and Melissa’s typical afternoons.

Their cushy living room, a record player and their company were the only things required for having a great evening. Maybe it didn’t sound exciting for anyone else, but for both of them was haven.

Right now they were sprawled on their narrow couch; the vague light the chimney flames emitted was the only thing which allowed them to see each others faces. ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams, played on the background, giving the atmosphere around them a romantic hint.

While Harry hummed to the lyrics of the song, Melissa lifted his characteristic white t-shirt, revealing his tattooed chest. She began tracing the shapes, taking her time on her favourite one: the cute butterfly in the middle of his torso. It was quite usual of her to do that. Tracing the drawings made her recall those moments at the beginning of their relationship, when they had late night conversations about the significance of each of them.

As Melissa finished with one she left a feather kiss on it and moved to another, this brought goosebumps to appear on the curly-haired boy’s body. Their eyes met when she looked up to him.

“You’re so beautiful Mel”

Those four words made her flush. Although they were on their way for being three years together, every single touch, sweet-nothing or look felt like the first one.

“I love you little cupcake”

He chuckled, Melissa gave him that nickname since the beginning of their relationship. At first he did everything to change it, he wanted to prove he could actually be a really manly guy, but completely failed on his attempt. According to her, whenever he tried it he only showed more his sweetness. 

Harry caressed Melissa’s pomule, sliding down to her lips. He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was smooth as well as slow, they took their time enjoying the moment and expressing their love with it. As if it were possible, he pulled her closer, finally breaking the contact when air began to lack.

“Can I have this dance, m’lady?”

His petition made Melissa giggle. They were the worst dancers ever, yet they always danced when the opportunity showed up. It didn’t mind if everyone saw their ridiculous and arrhythmic dance moves, or their constant almost trips. When dancing they just focused on each others orbs without caring about what others would say or think, that was something Harry taught her when he came into her life.

He picked her hand and brought her into an embrace. Placing his big hand on her waist and intertwining his long fingers with her small ones. They began moving back and forth throughout the space the room offered. As always, every now and then, Harry stepped on Mel’s bare toes, receiving a shudder and ‘Ouch!’ from her “Sorry love, I’ll be more careful” Her head was placed on Harry’s hard chest from where she could smell his scent. She filled her lungs with the fragrance and closed her eyes, getting the most of the moment. Harry’s lips fell on top of her head leaving a soft peck.

Before the song’s guitar solo he sang to her ear some of the lyrics,

“She won’t forsake me… I’m loving angels instead”  

With that he made Melissa spin around and abruptly brought her back to his hold, this made her let out a snicker “It would be better if I had a rose on my mouth” “Sure if you had one you would already have pricked yourself with it” “Shhh… I know” he was about to kiss her again but, when the gap between their lips was almost inexistent, her phone interrupted such a cheesy moment “Ughh, honestly, I’m beginning to hate your ringtone” she bit her lip, thinking the same as him “It’ll just be a moment” her boyfriend pouted and sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching Melissa talk:

-“Em, what’s up?”

-“Hi Mel. We’re waiting for you to come” her answer made her furrow her eyebrows

-“To come where?”

-“Jeez, did you forget, again!? Today’s Zoey’s birthday. She’ll come anytime soon!”

-“WHAT?! Wasn’t it on friday?”

-“No you absent-minded it was today… Don’t worry, if she arrives before you we’ll make up an excuse, but you gotta hurry up”

-“Fuck… okay, see ya.”

She rushed to her bedroom taking her clothes off on the way “Hey love, chill. We’re supposed to kiss a little before taking our clothes off” she glared at him “Shut up you sassy cupcake, I’m late” the volume of her voice lowered as she got nearer to their bedroom. Harry followed her “Late for what?” while sliding on her pants she answered “Today’s Zoey’s birthday. I thought it was on friday but Em told me I was wrong… again” she shook her head, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle.

Melissa was that kind of person who always forgot or mixed up with dates. In fact she warned Harry about it since the very first day they started dating. Once, she even forgot her nineteenth birthday and didn’t realise it until she got home, where her parents and friends surprised her with a party. At first Harry found it a bit odd, but with the flow of time he got used to it and now saw it as another of her unique characteristics. He knew she tried hard not to forget them though, and didn’t mind whenever she failed to remember.

“Okay, so… how do I look?” “Stunning” “Harry I’m just wearing some jeans and a shirt, how can I look stunning?” “It really doesn’t matter. If you were wearing a bag I would find you as beautiful as always” he replied while shrugging “Awww, you’re so cute!” Melissa walked towards his green-eyed baby. She couldn’t like more the way Harry showed his love. He didn’t try hard with gifts, fancy dates or stuff like that; his sweet spontaneous words and all those little things were the ones which gained her heart every single day. Between pecks all over his face she mumbled “Promise when I get home we’ll cuddle and kiss all night long” “Yay! but… can I have an advance?” He fluttered his eyelashes and pouted, how couldn’t she call him cupcake? “C’mere” They began a smooching session which went for a bit too long, when she realised it she pulled away “Noooo, one more” “Harry, I’m not gonna get on time” Before leaving she took her car keys and blew one last kiss to the pouty boy who waved her goodbye “Love you!” said both at the same time.

*Two weeks after*

Melissa squeezed her eyes, trying to clear her vision.The feeling of a wide awake Harry spreading kisses all over her body tickled every inch of skin he got to brush with his plump lips “Wake up sleeping beauty” she groaned, trying to get rid of him “Hazz… just lemme sleep” he ignored her and trailed all the length of her neck with his lips, finally, reaching her soft spot, right on the area where her jawline and ear met, making her huff. With a chanting voice he whispered on her ear “Happy third anniversary beautiful! I love you so much!” That comment made Melissa to fully wake up, freaking out on the inside ‘What the hell?!’  Harry frowned as he didn’t receive any answer back “Mel, are you okay?” she abruptly propped herself up “Uh? yeah, I was just recovering from my sleep… Happy anniversary cupcake! I love you endlessly!” He smirked, then picked her bottom lip with his tooth and kissed her, beginning slowly and intensifying as time went by. He straddled her legs and cupped her face; Melissa’s hands roamed underneath his t-shirt all over his chest, while his caressed the exposed skin of her legs, as she was just wearing his white t-shirt. He moved to her neck, paying careful attention to it. A trail of wet kisses led him to her collarbone, where he left a love bite provoking Melissa’s soft moan. Her hands travelled to the hem of his grey jumper, but, before reaching a point where there was no turning back, he stopped her attempt “Love, as much as I’d love to continue I gotta go to work” She sighed but nodded “Yeah, you’re right, we can leave it for later”

***

After Harry left, Melissa felt the worst girlfriend ever to be. He was so nice and sweet, and she couldn’t even remember such an important day after three amazing years with the love of her life. He didn’t deserve that. 

She cursed her bad habit of mixing dates, and, as misery tool control of her body, wiped a tear streaming down her cheek.

Some minutes later she calmed down and realised she neither had a present. The one she ordered a month ago was planned to arrive a week later, when she thought their actual anniversary took place. “What am I gonna do now?” The best idea which came up to her mind was searching if it was out there in any shop in the city.

On one trip to France, while they were strolling, they came across a boutique window where Harry spotted a coat which took all of his attention. He looked amazed as a kid with a new toy when he admired for the very first time that long black Saint Laurent item. In the moment he placed his eyes on its price all the thrill felt dropped and was replaced by the resignation of not being able to own it ever. Words were not necessary, his face spoke itself. Since that moment Melissa would save money whenever she could to buy it for him.

In a matter of minutes, after in depth research, she found out there were only two coats left in the whole city. She wrote down the location of the boutiques, took a quick shower and headed straight on its search.

***

Having driven for an hour and a half, Melissa made it to the first Saint Laurent store. Her legs were sore from being sat for such a large amount time, so when she stepped in the street she had to stretch her limbs subtly, trying not to be seen by pedestrians.

As soon as she got in she eye searched the coat. Frowning, because she didn’t find it, she approached to one of the shop assistants “Good morning. I was wondering if you still had this coat. I did some research and found out this was one of the shops which still had it on the market” handing her phone to the middle aged woman she waited to hear an affirmative answer “Of course, let me guide you to where it is” she couldn’t believe how easy she got with it. Honestly, she reckoned it was going to take longer time. However, she was grateful, it would have been worse if she hadn’t found it.

Her bliss soon went away when she walked past a man carrying the exact same piece of cloth to the till “Wait… isn’t it the coat I’m looking for?” the woman turned to where Melissa was facing “Oh… yes it is. What a shame” the young girl was raging on the inside ‘My luck sucks’ she thought. Despite her upset she answered in the most polite way, after all, it wasn’t the woman’s fault “It’s okay… I guess I should’ve been faster, anyway… thank you” the assistant gave her a compassionate look “Hope you find it. Good luck”

As she got nearer to the exit door she watched how the coat which was supposed to be Harry’s was taken by another man. This one tilted his head on her way and grinned mischievously, making her mumble an ‘idiot’.

Melissa began her way to the second store, praying the coat was still there. She didn’t want to ruin Harry’s and her’s day, and this was her last chance to make it possible.


After two long hours of driving and putting up with a long traffic jam, she was standing in front of the boutique. Although she knew she had to get in sooner or later her feet didn’t feel like it. She couldn’t believe she was that way just for a coat, but remembering Harry’s bright face when he saw it and how it changed when he realised it was impossible to have it made her comprehend the reason for her tension: It wasn’t about the coat; it was about how bad she wanted to make him just as happy as he did with her every single day. She was genuinely thankful for everything he did over the past three years and wanted to express it in the shape of a gift.

So before entering she took a deep breath and got in.

****

“Thank you so much, you made my day!” “Have a nice evening with you boyfriend, and, happy anniversary!”

Ecstasy occupied every inch of Melissa’s system. She wanted to jump, scream, dance, do whatever to express her joy. The Saint Laurent bag she carried felt as the trophee gained after a long day of driving and stress, but it was worth it for her cupcake.

With a wide eagerness she began walking to her car, but her way was interrupted by a familiar deep voice calling her. She froze and stood still, turning around slowly to meet his look “Harry, what are you doing here?” “I was going to catch the tube to get home. What about you? What’s that that you carry in your hand?” she swiftly shoved the bag away behind her back and tried to avert his gaze but it was impossible. She also struggled to make up an excuse but anything came up to her mind “Melissa is everything okay?” “Uhm… “ She scratched the back of her head. At that simple movement Harry knew she was nervous and all of a sudden the reason for her behaviour showed up “Hold on, let me guess. Are you here buying me a gift because you forgot our anniversary was today?” she couldn’t believe how predictable she was, and waited to see a disappointed or sad Harry but his reaction was far away from that, he was slightly grinning which made Melissa to get confused “Ehmm… yes…” her head hung low but Harry didn’t waste any time in letting her know he wasn’t mad at all “Hey love, don’t be sad. I’m not even upset” Melissa frowned “Why?” “I noticed you did forget this morning. When you were ‘Recovering from your sleep’ what my ears really heard was “oh shit not again…” “Harry, really, you don’t have to pretend you aren’t mad, it’s okay” he limited to shook his head “Don’t you understand it? I’m not mad because remembering this date isn’t important to know you truly love me-” “And I do” her interruption and the unconscious pout her lips made melted Harry’s heart making him cup her cheeks and brush the tip of his nose against hers “I know boo, and that’s why I’m not upset, because that’s what matters to me. We’ve been through so many things and even when I was at my worst you still were right by my side. That’s what should be taken into account in a relationship, not remembering to celebrate a date just because it means that you can add a number to the time you’ve been putting up with your partner” Harry’s speech reached Melissa’s heart and brought her eyes to full with tears; she didn’t know a few of them were travelling down her cheeks until Harry wiped them away.

“I’m so fortunate and grateful to have you.”

In that precise moment everything around them vanished, just leaving them gazing at each other with loving eyes. They didn’t even notice the cold breeze of the London streets cause their entire bodies were numb of love. “My angel…” Harry leaned in and brushed his soft lips against hers then whispered “Let’s go home”

***

After getting home instead of going out for a romantic dinner they decided to prepare it themselves, both coincided it was going to be more intimate and special. Between stolen pecks and continuously staining their aprons they ended up in front of a mouthwatering dish.

With satisfied stomachs they sat on the sofa, Melissa’s head was placed on Harry’ lap making her lay on her back to meet his eyes. He gently caressed her hair, and sometimes, tried to braid some locks, but they ended up being a mess of knots “Now that I remember… what were you carrying in that bag you had?” “Oh yeah… wait here” Melissa completely forgot about the gift and ran upstairs to take it. When Harry saw her come back with a Saint Laurent bag he kind of shocked “Open it Cupcake” Harry took the large fancy box and looked up to her, she impatiently motioned him to open it. The wait was worth it because Harry’s look was priceless “What the… Oh my dear, Mel this is the coat we saw on France!” “I know, I know” Melissa answered between giggles “Love you didn’t have to, it was really expensive” “Don’t think about that Harry. If I bought it was because I knew how much you wanted it, and you deserve the best. Put it on, wanna see how good fits on you” Harry pecked her lips thanking her, and didn’t waste any time on putting it on. He looked really hot on it; his man bun, and the outfit under combined really well “You look sexy” Harry blushed, normally she wouldn’t say that kind of comments aloud, usually her looks spoke for her “Thanks.”

With the coat on he warned Melissa he was going to the garage. When he got there he tried to turn the light on but the bulb was broken; he had to fumble for her gift, stopping when his fingertips detected a canvas.

By the time Harry came back his girlfriend was placing a disc on the record player ‘Angels’ again played, it was one their favourite songs because it meant a lot to them. She began swinging throughout the lounge with eyes closed, stopping when she crashed with Harry’s body “Finally. What’s that behind your back?” he ignored the question and motioned to the black sleep mask resting on the coffee table “Put it on and don’t take it off until I say so” hesitantly she did as ordered and patiently waited, while Harry approached to the spot he saved on the wall for his present and hung the canvas. He took her hand and guided her. After taking the mask off of her he payed attention to her reaction. A sleeping Melissa was flawlessly drawn on the material. She brought her hands to her mouth in surprise. Her fascinated stare said it all: she loved it. Everything on it was perfect; the colours made great contrast among each other and the delicate brush-strokes made her features precise. It was a masterpiece.

“Harry… it’s… beautiful… really beautiful. Thank you very much” she turned around and hugged him tightly “I love you” said both at the same time letting out a chuckle.

“Can I have this dance gentleman?”

They melted on a tight embrace and Harry nuzzled his face on the crock of Melissa’s neck, whispering into her ear:

“She won’t forsake me… I’m loving angels instead”


MASTERLIST.

Mommy Issues

Fandom: Marvel MCU 

Pairing: Avengers x reader (Bucky x reader if you squint hard enough)

Summary: The readers mother comes to town and it’s not the happy reunion everyone thought it was going to be.

Warnings: Maternal abuse, mentions of suicide and self harm, mentions of mental illness, it gets very dark.

A/N: So this is based on my personal relationship with my mother and the only way I really know how to deal with my feelings are to write and thus this fic is born. Everything the main character goes through is something I, myself have gone through, that being said the purpose of this fic is not for people to feel sorry for me or a way for me to gain attention. Also, Bucky uses the word “sick” to describe psychosis- this is not intended to offend anyone, it’s just ho I imagined the dialogue. Anything bolded is a message to anyone going through the same/ similar circumstances. 

Originally posted by daydreamsandwhispers


The avengers are a strange group of people with more in common that it seemed on the outside. The majority of the team had lost most of their family already, except for you. Un-fortunately, your mother was alive and well. It was tough enough to open up to them, and they noticed, it was just that you had a hard time trusting people, but it was even harder to explain the difficult relationship you had with her, so you didn’t. You had been through a lot to work your way up SHIELD and to the Avengers, and a lot of that stuff you just wanted to leave behind. And you did, for the most part, you moved away from your abusive mother and made something for yourself. You hadn’t spoken to her in years and you were planning on keeping that going for a few more had it not been for your overly caring team mates.

Bucky knew you had family still alive and from what he heard they sounded pretty cool. Poor little Bucky had no idea you were giving him the highlight reel- and them embellishing it some. So he thought it might be nice to bring your mom for a visit because you probably missed her, right? He talked to the others and they thought he was being very sweet. And besides, its what they all would have wanted if their mothers were still around. 


You were sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone before your worst nightmare came true.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called, immediately raising goosebumps on your skin. She said it the exact same way she had for years and it brought back so many horrible memories. You turned around and there she was in all her glory, smiling at you, like she missed you.

“Mom.” You stated, frozen and nauseated. She was standing in your home, your safe place or at least what you thought was a safe place. The rest of the team was standing behind her grinning, proud of what they had done but you were angry at them for bringing her here, and how dare they have the nerve to be proud of it.

“Oh honey I missed you so much!” She exclaimed moving forward and hugging you. For a moment you softened at her touch because the familiarity was comforting but you couldn’t let yourself trick you into thinking you love her or forgive her. She never loved you, she simply just wasn’t capable of it. Her expensive perfume filled your nostrils and brought back more memories, this time they were lighter than the others.

She took a step back and moved her hands to your arms, she squeezed. This was her subtle way of measuring how much fat was on your arms and when she didn’t like what she saw she squeezed a little too hard while giving you a stern look. Your body instantly filled with a familiar rage as you tried to wiggle out of her grasp. Only to give her the opportunity to make some comment, the purpose of which to make you feel guilty.

“What are you doing here mother?” You demanded through clenched teeth, as she moved around the room, judging inspecting it. She glared at your tone, probably making a mental note to scold you later but right now she was going to put up a nice front for your friends.

“Your friend, James called and said you missed me so Mr. Stark flew me out here to surprise you.” She smiled.

“I sure am surprised.” You spat. You weren’t sure if you remembered her to be more patient than just one comment or if it hard really been that long but she snapped anyway. 

“How dare you speak to me that way!” She sneered. “I am your mother and you will respect me! Especially after everything you put me through!”

A few of the team narrowed their eyes in resent while a few others just looked around at each other in confusion. 

“Everything I put you through?” You scoffed.

“Yes, the hundreds of dollars for therapy-”

“Therapy I needed because of you!” You roared. Your head throbbed as repressed memories made their way to the surface. 

“And then you running off to join this mess!” Disgust dripped from every syllable. She continued her tangent like she never heard your outburst. She did that a lot when you lived with her, because if she didn’t hear it then she she wouldn’t have to address it. “Instead of going to school and getting a nice job like you were supposed to!” She pointed, her lip was upturned in disgust as her eyes flashed to the fuming group of people behind you. 

Bruce, Nat, Wanda, Vision and Clint already had to leave the room because the temptation to jump this horrible woman was simply too much. The rest of the team was just as furious but could actually control themselves when it came to you, or they thought they could, truth is they were all pretty close to throwing her out a window but the few that left just had the common sense to not be there to actually do anything. Each one of them thought they were the most upset but actually it was Tony, he went through something similar, growing up resenting his father, and so he knew how much you needed to handle this on your own. 

“I worked hard to get myself here, and becoming a lawyer was your plan not mine, I was never happy and you knew that.” You spoke, your voice breaking slightly. Something you cursed yourself for. You promised yourself, a long time ago, that you would never show her a sign of weakness ever again. 

“You were never happy unless you were ruining something for me, you never could just sit in one place and act decent could you?” She flailed her arms around as she spoke and you know that you guys were at the point in the conversation where everything you said was irrelevant because she was always right, and it never mattered if that were true because that’s what she believed and so that’s what you had to put up with. 

“Okay mom.” You sighed. This conversation has already gone on in front of others for way too long. “You’re just tired. Let me show yo your room.” 

“No need.” Tony interjected. “She’s leaving, now.” He stated sternly, taking hold of your mother suitcase and rolling it back toward the door. She stomped away behind him. As soon as you turned around you were met with eyes full of pity that you just wanted to avoid. Steve stepped forward to say something but you just stepped back and left before he could. 


Bucky sat in front of the fire place, still kicking himself for putting you though that today. You walked up behind him with a blanket wrapped over your shoulders. 

“Buck.” You spoke softly, trying to gain his attention. His head snapped to you and his eyes softened. 

“Hey.” He said, moving over so you could sit down. “How are you?” He asked. 

“I’m fine, but I actually wanted to thank you for today, even though it was a disaster, you meant well and I appreciate that.” You smiled even though the real reason you couldn’t sleep that night was because every time you closed your eyes, panic started to bubble inside you. “I was actually hoping I could borrow your ear. Usually I would talk to a therapist or something but no one is really awake right now and yeah..” The more you spoke the stupider you thought you sounded. But Bucky looked at you intently, letting you know he was listening. 

“I’ll try and keep it simple.” You stated sucking in a deep breath. Tears started to form as you went through your brain trying to find a place to start. “My mom hit me until she realized psychological torture was more effective. And boy was it, I was the most well behaved kid on the block.” You chuckled dryly. 

“But at what cost?” Bucky thought aloud.  

“I developed an anxiety disorder really young but it got worse as I got older with the pressure of school. On top of that she would always talk down to me and make me feel like crap about well anything really, from my weight to my school work she even hated the way I walked. She criticized everything I did, even if I did it right. ”

“God! What kind of a person..” Bucky ran a hand through his hair. 

She thought it was okay because she was abused as a kid. Anyway it just all got too much and I started hurting myself.” Bucky winced, his eyes filling with tears. His hands couldn’t catch up as they tried to wipe away your own. “I got diagnosed when I was 15 but she just kept adding to the anxiety and the depression, I got worse every day and it was like she didn’t even care. So when I was 16 I snapped. I took about eighteen too many of my anti anxiety meds and wound up in the hospital. They put me in the psych ward and things started to look up but a few months after she went back to her old ways and it was like nothing ever happened.” 

You were speaking into Bucky’s chest at this point but he still heard every sad word. He tried his hardest to keep himself together, for you. You pulled yourself together before you spoke again. “I tired to get out of there as soon as possible but the funny thing about mental illness is that its a lot harder than it sounds. it’s debilitating.” The room was silent for a few moments after you finished your story. Only the sound of fire crackling could be heard as Bucky thought of what to say next. 

“I want you to know how proud I am of you, going through what you did, and still being here.”

“Please don’t tell the team. I don’t want them to think I’m weak.” You begged him. 

“Damn it, Y/N, you’re one of the strongest people we know.” He exclaimed. “Well I always knew you were strong, I mean I knew you learned how to take a punch but I just chalked that up to your days in the academy. I guess I didn’t realize you’ve been learning to take punches your whole life.” He mumbled. 

“In hindsight I really shouldn’t complain, I had a roof over my head and food on the table. Nat had it so much worse.” You shrugged.

“Hey.” Buck said, placing his hand on yours. “We all handle things differently. Just because your mother didn’t train you from birth to be an assassin doesn’t excuse all the awful things she put you through. She had no right to do or say any of those things. ” He stated. “Please remember, none of this is your fault. She’s a sick person. You never have to forgive your abuser for abusing you, especially if they are your family.” You rested your head on his shoulder. 

“Thanks buck, I know, and she’s not my family anymore. You are. You and the rest of the team. This is my life now not that, just promise me no more surprises.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. 

“You never have to go through that again, I promise. We’re here for you. We will protect you.”

It Has Always Been Forever - Part 12

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Part 12.


 The drive to Loch Lomond in Murtagh’s beaten up old pickup was supposed to take a little over an hour, but between the rickety pickup and Jamie’s constant remonstrations and his overly cautious driving, it felt much longer.

“How have ye never been?!” he asked for the umpteenth time. He couldn’t quite understand how Claire, having lived in Scotland for close to seven years now, had never once visited Loch Lomond. “Ye live on 1744 LOMOND Drive! Have ye never been curious about the place it’s named for?”

“I haven’t been much of anywhere, really. It’s just never been something I’ve had the time to do, honestly. Being so busy at school and work, it just never came up.” she said, amused by his earnest indignation.

“‘It just never came up,’ she says. Well its beautiful, ye wee savage!” He teased.

All Claire cared about was getting to their room at the bed and breakfast Jamie had booked. She knew though, how important a weekend it was for the both of them and she was more than happy to let Jamie engineer the trip - and all they were to do on it. Provided of course, it didn’t require them to actually leave their room all that much.

“I can’t wait to see this magnificence of yours. Does the loch have a ‘wee beastie’ in it?” she asked mimicking his accent, making him laugh.

“That was terrible! Is tha’ what ye think I sound like? And no, no beasties, but it does have a song,” he said enthusiastically.

Never one to turn down an opportunity to hear him sing, Claire tucked her legs up in her seat, turned to him and waited expectantly. Giving her what she could only describe as a thoroughly exasperated side-eye, he began reciting rather than singing what turned out to be a rather sorrowful verse.

O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,

And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye,

But me and my true love will never meet again,

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

“Some say it’s about the failed Jacobite rebellion in ‘45. Others say the low road’s to do wi’ faeries and little people who transported the souls of Scotsman who died in foreign lands…” Claire wasn’t much of a history buff, but had soon found that Jamie quite loved history. All-things-Scotland, to be exact - and he was a master story teller. They spent nights in the cool darkness, exchanging small touches as best they could without crossing the line to more, with his voice in her ear whispering about ghouls and old people, of witches and standing stones. She loved his folklore tales - of which Scotland had a rich history.

Oooh! Tell me more about the faeries and all. You know I love a good faerie story.”

***

He was right, she thought, it was incredibly beautiful. It was like stepping back in time. The cozy little cottage suite Jamie had booked sat right by the waterfront, a complimentary tray of whisky stood waiting in the tiny, rustic room and a fire already lit, crackled gently. They could have been the only two left in the world.

They shucked off their shoes, settling in, and as Jamie went to put their bags down by the bed, Claire stood by the open doors that led out onto a small terrace overlooking the loch, the air crisp and fresh, watching as storm clouds rolled in over the mountains on the far side, the afternoon light catching her like a halo. Jamie came up behind her, slipping his arms round her waist. She’d taken the bulky bandage off his hand, but kept the broken fingers splintered, the stitches lightly bound - it still made things clumsy and awkward, yet she never once made him feel so.

“D’ye like it?” He asked.

“Like? I love it! You were right, it’s perfect,” Claire said, leaning back into him.

He pulled the shawl she wore aside and kissed her shoulder, pleased. “There’s lots to do. Hikin-”

“I don’t want to hike.”

“Well, we can-”

Claire turned around and kissed him, letting her shawl fall to the floor, her hands peeling off his jacket and watched as it joined her shawl at their feet. She ran her hands along his now bare arms and felt his body ripple at her touch. He burned just as much as she did, and the thought made her suddenly nervous, a constant tremor running through her body. She’d thought about having him a million different ways, yet in the moment, the need to have him in a frenzied daze, disappeared entirely.

Jamie could feel her tremor - from fear or an unaccustomed shyness, he wasn’t sure. He’d quickly become attuned to her body sharing her bed, and as much as he wanted to fling her bodily onto the inviting covers behind him and having her hard and quick after so long imagining - he knew for her (and him) now, in the quiet of Loch Lomond, he’d have to go slow.

“What are you thinking, Jamie?” she asked nervously, wrapping her arms about his neck.

“That I’ve never been more scared in my life,” his breath was ragged and voice husky. “That I want nothing more than to take yer dress off ye and taste every inch of ye…”

Jamie’s lips found hers then, and he kissed her long and deep, slowly walking back toward the bed, his hands light on her hips, he gently pulled her with him; she moved forward readily. When his legs eventually hit the foot of the bed, Jamie couldn’t stop his fingers from slipping beneath the straps of her dress and deftly skimming them off her shoulders. The thin dress wafted to the floor seemingly in slow motion. Time had surely slowed down Jamie thought, as he looked properly upon her naked form for the first time. She stood bare from the waist up; he couldn’t resist running his hands lightly up along her ribs and back, feeling her skin erupt with goosebumps in the wake of his touch. He sat down on the edge of the bed and she came to stand between his knees.

“God,” he breathed against the skin between her breasts. His hands went up and down the length of her body, he could feel her breath come in short gasps as his lips brushed across her soft skin. His lips found her nipple which stiffened promptly in response to his attentions. He took his time - taking it between his teeth, flicking his tongue, before taking her fully into his mouth - savouring the feel and ripple of her body, giving both breasts equal and thorough tending. She moaned and shuddered under his touch, her legs suddenly giving way. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her so she straddled him.

Claire’s hands burrowed into his hair and grabbing a handful, she jerked his head back so his lips met hers, tongues meeting in fiery combat. She began to unconsciously rock her hips and could feel him firm beneath her, his hips slowly keeping in rhythm with hers. Her hands left his hair, ran down his back and rucked up his shirt over his head. She pulled back slightly so she could look at him. Her hand moved as if of its own volition, tracing the flare of his collarbone, the hollow of his chest - where the coarse hairs pleasantly rasped against her fingertips. She ran the back of her fingers down the flat slope of his stomach. Then lower. She drew her nail all along just where the waist of his jeans met his skin. Damn… “Stand up.”

Obligingly, he stood. Claire unbuttoned his jeans - her fingers trembling almost uncontrollably - her hands finding their way behind and beneath his boxers, sliding both jeans and boxers to the floor - Jamie’s own thumbs hooking themselves in the waistband of her last remaining piece of clothing, which swiftly joined his discarded clothes.

Finally leaning back against the pillows, their bodies meeting flesh to flesh all along their lengths, began molding to each other, both taut as the strings of a bow, quivering with a wanting so powerful it took their breath away. With no boundaries whatever between them now, their hands explored freely. His deft fingers finding her slick centre, her legs parting to better accommodate his touch. She pressed herself against his hand, seeking friction. Their breathless kisses stealing what ounce of control they had left. Her hand found its way down, her thumb languidly kneading him, till she felt his thigh muscles twitching with the effort not to lose control entirely.

“I need ye, Claire. God, I need ye so,” Jamie gasped against her lips, fingers lightly flicking. She rolled on to her back then, inexorably drawing him with her in answer. Jamie braced his elbows on either side of her, as Claire’s hand slowly made its way down the large, welted sweep of his back, gently taking hold of one firm buttock, and steered him home. All sense of being, emotion, feeling, were erased in an instant, as both were lost to an oblivion of pure sensation.

***

Having left the terrace doors open, they lay entwined under the heavy covers, still joined, hips gently rolling in a dreamy rhythm, watching the rain batter the loch’s surface in the dull half-light of early evening, the smell of rain mingling with their own musk and floral scents that filled their senses with a euphoric headiness.

They simply could not stop touching each other. Their hands and lips leisurely roamed, committing to memory every nook and hollow, the smooth expanse of skin and calloused knuckle. Jamie buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deep and long, his hand coming to cup her breast, as Claire wrapped her leg over his hip. He sensed an odd kind of tension in her body though, that he couldn’t quite explain.

“What are ye thinking, Sassenach?” He asked, drowsily. She was quiet for a while, her breathing calm. Then she sighed.

“Being here with you,” she began slowly, “alone, as if the world itself has fallen away. Feeling your heart beat against me, steady and strong. I’ve never felt more at peace than I do right now. You’re my life now, Jamie Fraser… and I’m scared to bloody death of losing you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He raised himself so he could look her in the eye, his hand cupping the nape of her neck. “Ye willna lose me,” he said softly. “Not ever, Claire.” He sealed his promise with a lingering kiss, and felt the tension she carried seep from her completely.

He shifted them both, careful not to break their connection, so he could rest his head upon her shoulder, nestling his forehead into the curve of her neck. She gently stroked back the damp curls from his forehead and he turned slightly, pressing his lips into her palm.

They were quiet for a long while, each absorbed in melting into the other. She would have been freezing, she observed, had it not been for his inexplicable warmth pulsing through her. She slid her arms round his shoulders and tightened her hold. “Mmmm,” he hummed, tightening his hold about her waist in return.

“Marry me, Claire.” he said.

She tilted his head up to her then, looking him in the eye, a smile in hers. “Absolutely,” she replied, and sealed her promise with a kiss of her own.