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december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: (via @poeticaffinity)
Soulmate AU Story Ideas

Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it! ♥

✖ Soulmate AUs involving measurement

[ Time // Countdown ]

  • Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
  • Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
  • Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
  • Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
  • The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa.
  • Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and want to defy the system.
  • Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
  • It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t religiously check your clock either.
  • Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
  • I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.

[ Distance ]

  • Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors

[ Eyes ]

  • Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to see color again.
  • Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays. If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
  • You can see colors but realize that recently, with each passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your soulmate is okay.
  • You can see colors and your world turns black and white but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but you don’t know that.
  • You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both meet.
  • Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with them.

[ Hair ]

  • If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
  • Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
  • Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other anymore.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your nails have changed colors.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of body mark

[ Tattoos ]

  • You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as opposed to the countdown AUs).
  • Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
  • Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s getting harder to concentrate on your work.
  • You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
  • Your tattoo is only half complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full heart on your skin.
  • You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
  • You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.
  • Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the first letter of your soulmate’s name.
  • Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.

[ Scars ]

  • The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.

[ Others ]

  • Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
  • Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
  • You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh, and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too (no actual injury but you feel the same amount of pain) so now you’re in the hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
  • Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
  • You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
  • Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
  • Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation

  • There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed me in that back alley?
  • Where you’re reborn with the memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet each other again in this lifetime.
  • You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
  • Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
  • Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
  • You’re sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
  • Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
  • You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
  • You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams

  • Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the past or in the present anymore.
  • If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they look like.
  • You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
  • Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t shoot fast enough and then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
  • Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your separate homes/shared bed.
  • Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

✖ Other Soulmate AUs

  • You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test right now.
  • On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which shoulders half your mark for the semester.
  • You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
  • The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your best friend is your soulmate.
  • How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.

So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’

I hope you guys like it though and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.

++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more ♥ ^^

No. 48 I love you

Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! 

 I love you. (Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: smut oral (f receiving), dirty talk (ish) fluff mega fluffy
Word count: 1750 (give or take)
A/N: My first story on here and it’s smutty whooo. Thank you @bucky-plums-barnes  for the opportunity 

Please leave feedback and comments as it’s my first fic on here and I’m mighty nervous!  Aye Carumba!  And also, apologies for errors.  I didn’t have time to thoroughly check grammar etc.  


Barely made it.

Y/N looked for his apartment number and buzzed.  

Seconds ticked away in what felt like eternity, until the light in the upstairs window came on, painting the apartment in hues of orange and gold.

“Yeah,” Bucky responded over the intercom, his voice tired and faint.

Y/N took a deep breath, nervous with the reality of having to answer. 

“Who is it?” He asked sternly this time.

“Happy Birthday” 

The buzzer, pronounced and loud meant she could enter. 

Bucky opened his apartment door shocked to see Y/N  soaked to the bone. Her body visibly shaking from the cold, her lips pale with a hint of blue.  He couldn’t help himself as he pulled her to his chest and hugged her.  His heart weeping when they touched.  

"What are you- what are you doing here? Why didn’t you call I could have- I  would have-” the words dying in his throat. None of it seemed to matter anymore.  Why get caught up in the logistics of their meeting he thought when what mattered, as he caressed her cheek and stared into her eyes, was that she had made the effort to be here, with him as his birthday ended.

And so, Bucky kissed her.  Quick fevered kisses to her cheek, chin and lips for the weeks he had gone without her lips and and knowing it would never be enough he cupped her face in his hands and finally kissed her deep in a dizzying assault compounded out of frustration, relief and love.

Y/N melted under his loving assault and answering the call of his spirit, she greedily kissed him back. Not caring that her lungs burned and she desperately needed air.

Bucky lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and still kissing, he closed the door with his foot.  

Sexual Hunger pawed at the base of his belly demanded instant gratification. To lay her down right there on the hard cold floor of his hallway. But Bucky knew that would only result in a quick fuck and so, in an exercise of self control he had decided to take the torturous walk towards his bedroom. Rationalising to himself that If he could make it to his bedroom, then perhaps, he could pace himself tonight.   

Using what little will power he had, Bucky carried her towards his bedroom as his lips unwilling to leave hers for the briefest moment, stroked the fire between them.  Unseeing and uncoordinated they bumped into the sofa, only for him to turn her against it, their kisses strained and desperate. His metallic hand gripped the back of his neck pulled her closer, needing to be closer yet it still wasn’t enough.

Y/N started to slip, her wet body sliding down his frame and Bucky determined, hoisted her higher, remembering his purpose he stumbled onward like a drunkard, feeling out the steps of his hallway until his fingertips brushed cool moulded wood, the door frame to his bedroom.

He wasted no time in laying her on the bed, his weight crushing her as their tongue danced against each other.  His fingers found the buttons on her shirt and he tried to undo them without paying them attention, but the task was futile without removing himself from her arms or her lips.  Y/N gasped, as she felt a succession of forceful tugs and the ripping of fabric, her buttons popping in triumph.

Bucky pealed the wet fabric from her skin, bringing forth goose bumps that begged for his touch. Slowly, he kissed her shoulder but his longing for her could no longer be contained and unashamed he licked the length of shoulder and collarbone tasting a sweet mix of rain water and the salt of her skin.

Y/N groaned and held on to his face, awed by his pupils dark with lust and his lips swollen from their ministrations.  He had never looked more handsome or vulnerable or horny for that matter. She smiled at the sight of him. Her nose gently brushed his, “I love you,” she said breathlessly. 

Bucky is stunned by her words, so stunned in fact that he does not reply, his brow is furrowed and he looks confused and Y/N smiles regardless.  

“It’s okay.  You don’t have to say it back.  In fact, I wasn’t banking on you sayi-” But her words are cut short as Bucky’s lips crashed onto hers in a searing hot kiss. He kissed her with all the passion he had felt for her and when he couldn’t breathe anymore,he dragged his lips away and pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I love you too”  Bucky whispered with a smile.

His confession is food to her soul, and Y/N  found herself sighing in relief, her heart swollen with feelings she couldn’t make sense of or quantify.

“You love me?” 

“I knew I was in trouble the minute I laid eyes on you.” he confessed, his voice is coarse, just like his thumb now tracing her bottom lip.  His eyes trail her face lingered now on her lips,  “I knew it the moment we spoke.. do you remember what you said.  What you called me?”

“I can’t for the life of me remember.” she smiled coyishly, knowing full well what she had said.

”You called me an asshole.”  Bucky chuckled, as he unbuttoned her pants and pulled the wet fabric from her legs. Once free, his fingers held on to her panties and she shifted, lifting her hips, giving him permission to take them off. Their eyes locked. Their breathing heavily laboured.

“But it doesn’t matter does it.” His fingers pulled down her panties and threw it aside.   

“Because you. love. me.”  The words stemmed proudly from his lips.  His hands, both flesh and metal, traced the length of her calves, they paused at her ankles, opened her legs for him.

“With all my heart Buck, with all my heart…”   Y/N mewed as he settled between her thighs.  Entwining his arms around her legs he pinned them apart, he licked his lips at the meal laid out before him. 

Already heady and drunk on her scent, his nose became flushed with the the curls of her public hair and then slowly Bucky licked her wet aching core.  He shuddered when he heard her moan as he slowly licked her slit.  The fingers on his metallic  hand divided her pussy lips apart until her clit stood out pronounced, greedily he sucked pulled and teased it, forcing the most beautiful noises from her lips.  He wrote his name with his tongue over and over, he marked his territory by sucking softly at first then harder, only to delve his tongue inside exploring her inner walls.

Not able to get enough Y/N  greedily placed the index finger and middle finger of his other hand into the warm velvety interiors of her mouth and sucked.  Her moans, vibrating off his fingers became a tool to predict just how close she was. 

She took deep breaths, her back arching and then collapsing only to rise again and this time more determined and strained, as Bucky whipped his head and tongue torrid and determined from side to side. She gasped, breath hitched, belly convulsing, her toes curled painfully. 

Y/N was close.  God, so close, that Bucky knew just a flick of his wrist or a change in movement would send her sharply over the edge.

He stopped.  He pulled away denying her release and Y/N laughed in shock and bewilderment.  "No, no no- don’t you dare" she said, breathing hard, but Bucky unnerved and unmoved by her threats, stared at her, his eyes hooded with hunger, while he leisurely sucked on his fingers, enjoying her taste.

Whimpering her fingers moved to her clitoris in desperate need to end her torment and he shook his head.

“Don’t.” His words firm and deep was not a request but an order.
Arresting eyes, strong as steel, light as day, watched her as he took off his shirt, he made slow work of unbuttoning his pants. He can see her visibly shaking, her lips trembling slightly and he crawled on top of her, marrying her wet warm body with his own. Eagerly she leaned in to resume their kissing, but Bucky pulled his head slightly out of reach.

He was teasing her alright and she was powerless to resist him. Right now, desperate to feel that sweet release that only he could give. She was willing to do anything, for the man she loved. Pulling her hair back,  Bucky ravaged her neck, as he wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned himself against her sopping wet entrance.

With one rough thrust he buried himself inside her.  Only for the both of them to gasp.  It took him a minute to compose himself. And when he pulled out again and thrust forward, she was a quivering mess.  He knew she wasn’t going to last long, and he was grateful because he sure as hell wasn’t going to last long either.

His pace is persistent, his thrusts are deep and brutal.  They pull gasps from her lips. They pull moans from his. The bed creaks in satisfaction from their love making and he loves the sound as much as he loves the sound of his cock entering her, it’s slick, it’s heavenly, he moans again.

His fingers intertwine in her hair as him mouth claims every part he can access. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, until, his efforts were focused on her face.

“Open your eyes” he grunted, and when she did she saw nothing but love and adoration, all of it, was for her.

“Oh God, oh  god James,” she whimpered.  His eyes are staring into her soul, as he pounds into her, relentlessly wanting to witness her undoing.

 I’m close- I’m close…Oh god, ah-“ she whimpers against his lips.

‘I know baby.. I know.”  He said, his voice soft and yet, still unrelenting, he kept up his pace, her legs are quivering, her body is shaking and he knows, she’s almost there, he’s trying desperately to hold on, but his  pace is beginning to falter.

“You gonna come for me baby? Not until you say it again.” He whispered his words punctured by each snap of his hips.   

“James - ,” she begged unable to form sentences, 

“Say it for me.  Forever and only me.“ 

“I love you.”  she choked, and he rewarded by using his metallic fingers to fondle her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train until all she can see is his face bathed in white heat. Big fat tears escape from her eyes from pure euphoria.  She crumbles beneath him and Bucky lapped at her lips, absorbing her cries  “That’s it baby.  Love of my life, fuck…my one and only…. моя жена ” his voice is shaky as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm.  Her walls milking him mercilessly until he has no other choice but to cum, jet after jet of warm thick cum filling her.

Moments later, when he had rolled off of her and pulled her body close to his, languishing the feel of skin to skin and planting soothing kisses.  She raises her head a little curious. 

“You said something in Russian when we were making love.   What did you say?”  

Bucky kissed her softly and smiled,  “That’s for me to know and for you to find out soon enough.”

My 20 year old Idol Husband - [Day 11 - It’s Definitely You]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11

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Atlantis: The Lost Empire - sentence starters

1. “You’re so skinny, if you stood sideways and stuck out your tongue you’d look like a zipper.” 

2. “Sat in the dirt, didn’t you?” 

3. “Hey, what’s ____’s story?”

4. “Hey, Junior. If you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there.”

5. “That thing is gonna keep me up all night.”  

6. “Me, I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell, and I hate all them little bones.” 

7. “This is wrong and you know it!” 

8. “Well, as far as me goes, I just like to blow things up.”  

9. “Hey, look. I made a bridge. And it only took me, like, what? Ten seconds. Eleven, tops.”

10. “Hold on. Back up. Are you saying this whole volcano could blow at any time?” 

11. “We’re this close to our biggest payday ever and you choose now of all times to grow a conscience?” 

12. “This here’d be a good place not to be.” 

13. “I’ve got some questions for you, and I’m/you’re not leaving this city until they’re answered.” 

14. “It’s about time someone hit him. I’m just sorry it wasn’t me.”

15. “Thank God I lost my sense of taste years ago.” 

16. “I got your four food groups: beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!” 

17. “Eh, looks like gibberish to me.” 

18. “Nice, isn’t it? The catalog says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I’m betting that I can cut that time in half.” 

19. “Forgive me. I could not resist.” 

20. “I’m so excited!” 

21. “Kid, relax. We don’t get paid overtime.” 

22. “All right, who’s not dead? Sound off!” 

23. “You presume much to think that you are welcome here.” 

24. “Don’t forget to eat the head. That’s where all the nutrients are.” 

25. “You do swim, do you not?” 

26. “Hey guys, what’s going on? What’s… what’s with all the guns?” 

27. “Mercenary? I prefer the term ‘adventure capitalist’.”    

28. “What’s to know? It’s big, it’s shiny, it’s gonna make us all rich.”

29. “There were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.” 

30. “Wow. Look at all those tattoos.” 

31. “Of course, it’s been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.”  

32. “I didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing.” 

33. “Just follow my lead.” 

34. “He’s never surprised, and he has a lot of guns.” 

35. “You said we were in this together!” 

36. “Well, I have to hand it to you. You’re a bigger pain in the neck than I ever thought possible.” 

37. “Now, let’s go over it again, just so we got it straight.”  

38. “Come on, ya’ll, let’s get one last shot in front of the fish!” 

39. “We were once a great people, but now we live in ruins.” 

40. “Ooh! I like her.” 


First Undertale comic I ever did in November 2015 to latest comic done a few days ago.  Not the same story.  The first one was for a failed comic called “Fallen Family” and the last one is for my current one “Broken Bonds”

So, it’s been about a year and one quarter between these works.  The first one took about as long as this latest one … 10-11 hours of work.  The first one was a combination of Sai Paint Tool and Photoshop, while this latest one was all done in Clip Studio (I am still slow as all heck but considering that there are way more panels in the second one, I guess I am NOT that slow?… dunno).  

I am glad that despite my complains about the work, (I’m always complaining about work, it’s like my natural state) that I have stuck with it.  I do see improvement in my work and I hope I continue to do so.  

I’m posting this to remind myself that while, yeah, I’ll probably never be as great as I see other artists be.  However, I can be a lot better than what I am now if I continue to keep an open mind about improving.  Is not a race against others, if it must be a race, its a race against giving up.   

So, thank you all for the likes, reblogs and feedback. When I am in the office doing a job that barely pays my living expenses, I am at least glad to hear that people are enjoying my little contributions to the fandom.   And hopefully, someday soon, I will be extending these efforts to my own original mind taters.


The Doctor is a woman. DEAL WITH IT!!!!!!!!

I completely disagree in a visceral way to the idea that the doctor or any fictional character who is not from a specific culture (i.e., Black Panther) needs to be male or female, black or god-forbid, white. Why exactly does the doctor need to be male? Because he has always been male? If he can regenerate and change everything from size to personality why not gender or race? It’s like people getting upset Miles Marales isn’t white or that the lead in Star Wars is female. Basically ridiculous as it’s a made up character who gets handed off to different actors and writers. It’s not like our Doctor Who is the same Doctor Who thy was created 50 years ago. And it’s not like the world couldn’t use a woman or person of color who goes around the universe, saving people with nothing but her brain and a sense of goodness.

They didn’t make a lady Captain Kirk by just giving Kirk a vagina without changing personality origin or back story. The doctor is a being that gets regenerated for a new life. Who says that life has to be male? It doesn’t. Why should we get a spin off? A spin off time lady is a knock off. It’s not Doctor Who. Why can’t the same person who is wise and brilliant and strange and crazy and a damaged hero be the same but with lady parts? Why can’t a woman be the lead of the second most popular show in the world? It disturbs me the idea that picking a woman would be a gimmick. Why isn’t it that it’s simply time. After 13/14 regenerations and losing the love of his life, losing his actual life 13 times, I would be ready to shake it up to be new. Just like after 11 regenerations he took a young face. Maybe after seeing Missy and how she changed, 12 will think “it’s time for me to be a new me” and so becomes a woman. It’s a canon that the Doctor has a say in who he becomes etc. I can see twelve who loved River and ran with everyone from Rose to Amy and now Bill would see the benefits in for once being female.

Check your misogyny and not in my freaking inbox

snowbaz swim au

she actually did it. she wrote another chapter (*shock*) fyi its short but ill update again a LOT sooner 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12


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|C.H.| CEO Slut

BASED OFF THE REQUEST: A really rough calum smut with over stimulation, orgasm denial, and bondage please!

Word Count: 5,868

Having my husband be the CEO of a company has its pros and cons. Of course I’m happy he’s so successful and living his dream, but unfortunately he’s so busy all the time I barely get to see him. Him coming home at midnight then leaving again at 7 leaves little time for us to do anything. He texted me a couple hours ago that he had time to meet up for lunch today, so I was extremely happy.

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Bite Me (Part 12)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (…a pairing is approaching…) Guest appearance by Castiel

Warnings: torture scene, mild language

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,522

A/N: This is the twelfth installment in my first ever fanfic. I was excited to bring Cas into this one :) He’ll make another appearance in a later chapter. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for letter checking and sidebar commenting - you make me a better author, love! These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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I was burning. Literally.

The metal table I’d been tied to had been steadily increasing in temperature for the past few minutes. What had started as a warm glow had passed “overly hot shower” a few seconds ago. The blood that had seeped from all of my wounds had pooled around me. I could see small bubbles start to rise from the red liquid.

“You know,” the demon drawled, “I should really take over a smart person’s body more often.” She traced a long, fake nail through the sweat on my forehead, “This engineer girl really knows her stuff.” She gestured to the table that had been rigged with hot coils.

I collected every last bit of liquid and blood in my mouth and used the strongest breath I could to shoot it in her direction, “Bite me, bitch.”

The demon wiped her cheek where a few speckles had landed, “Now, now, Y/N. Don’t tempt me to play with my food.” She sniffed, “But I must say, you do smell tasty.”

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Self Learning Languages: My Experience

Languages are mediums or methods we use, in order to communicate with other humans around us. This system of communication is used worldwide, with 6909 known living languages and 2,473 endangered ones, which people from all countries, backgrounds, classes and colours learn and use on a regular to daily basis.

My name is Caitlín Kirby, I am sixteen year old Irish student, who over the past few years has taken a great interest in worldwide communication, languages, linguistics and history. At a young age, I began learning the Irish language as a mandatory subject in school. Though I took a disliking to this language as a child, I now view it as a treasure, that was once strong and loved, and I now appreciate that it is woven into majority of Ireland’s history. Currently, I study this language in my second last year of school, and will sit an exam for it in 2018. In all honesty, my understanding of the Irish language has grown since my younger years, but has never flourished in my school studies, like my self learning endeavours have.

At age 11/12, I began learning French, staying behind after school with a handful of fellow classmates to study this language, that was taught to us, by a woman I still greatly admire, who had an extraordinary understanding of the language - she was my teacher. Though I was never very good at speaking this language, and still struggle with it, I admire all of it’s speakers, and will persist on my endeavour to achieve fluency. I chose French as one of my exam subjects, because I have a love for languages, that I only discovered in 2015, when I despised school and lacked motivation. Fortunately, I was soon introduced to the Korean language, culture and media that I instantly took a liking to, and that is where my journey started.

In September 2015, at age fifteen, I decided to self learn the Korean language, and I wholeheartedly dedicated my free time to this despite my minimal effort in school. A few weeks before school was to start, I went to my local shop and purchased a simple, A5 hardback notebook, and with a determined attitude I sat down with a pen in hand, ready to start speaking a new language. My first thought was,“How in the world can anyone read this language?” This is a moment I look back on often, when I ask myself, “Was I really that bad at one point?” The answer is; yes, yes I was that bad at one point. I didn’t wake up sprouting Korean sentences in two minutes, days, weeks or months, nobody does. So, how did I learn? Textbooks, tumblr, the internet and interaction with other learners and pure determination.

After that very first day, of sitting on the floor for hours, writing line upon line of Hangul, I knew this was a very important language to me. Over the next few months I purchased grammar textbooks from Talk To Me In Korean, and saved up money in order to buy more books and aid my slow progress learning, throughout the school year. This is around the time I started informing people that in fact, I was learning Korean. I received mostly underwhelming reactions from family and friends, and began to get disheartened, until summer 2016 came around and I buckled down like never before and made a considerable amount of progress and found myself in a better mindset altogether. Over those three months, I learned how to depend on my self, and how to be proud of myself, when no one else was.

I established a very important domain for myself in late July 2016, a very minimal, very basic, blog. Eager to share my knowledge with others, I began posting Korean lessons on a little blog called fromirelandtokorea on I do admit that sometimes I am embarrassed about this, but I have carried on this blog to the present day, to aid my learning and others hoping to learn. With no one to share my knowledge and experience with in real life, I aimed to be a teacher and friend to those, searching for someone to share their language aspirations with on a daily basis. Over the past ten months, I have gained 2,300+ followers and have posted over 100 Korean grammar and vocabulary lessons that have been shared around the internet over a few thousand times. It is safe to say, this is ever growing in popularity and I am glad to share my knowledge with others with similar goals to myself.

Self learning for me has been challenging. It has distracted me from school work, school work has made me forget basic aspects of the language and I have lost motivation numerous times. Despite all of this, I continue to learn, with the ability to read, pronounce and partially understand the Korean language. I am only able to do all of this, because I persisted, because I worked and because I love languages. I can now say, I will unrelentingly throw myself into more challenges like this. My love for languages grows everyday, and I am excited to commit myself to new languages such as Russian, Italian and Norwegian in the near future.

This post is messy, it’s not well written or edited, but I wrote it to share my self learning experience, achievements and outcomes, in the hope that it will shed light on to the nature of self learning. It is difficult, it can be emotionally and mentally challenging, but it is self education and it is one hundred percent worth it in the end.

Thank you for reading.

anonymous asked:

11 HOUR DRIVE FROM THE OCEAN? I forget that amurrica is like that, wow. She's so big and vast. Like I can drive to France in 11 hours, and pass germany, denmark, luxemburg, and all that jazz.

I KNOOOW when i was in europe we drove from paris to brussels and it took like 2 seconds and they were like “we’re here” and i was like :~0 and then we drove from amsterdam to hamburg and it took maybe 4 seconds and i was once again like :~~0 

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nonnie requested: Can you do the second bullet point of the soul mate at where the reader actually tells Barry that exact thing??

  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay"

A/N: So this might be considered an alternative universe since Barry and Reader are actually young since you wanted reader to say the same thing. Because I think you’d be starting college or whatever you may be doing at that age. Plus I’m your dorm roomie ‘cause you love me so much right? Probably not heh.  I know I know I’m 19 personally whom will be 20 in a few months, whoop I’m old and stuff whom wants to go to culinary school hopefully. Warning of the word ‘fuck’ towards Barry I guess? Requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

Originally posted by whatmakes-me-feelgood

     » Relationship(s): Jinx & Reader (dorm roomies), Barry Allen/Reader «

Your timer on your wrist had begun ticking away from the moment you were born at 00:00:00:00. The time would stop once you had met your other half, you met some people who didn’t had to wait very long. You didn’t care about meeting your soulmate for most of your life, you thought it was upmost just ridiculous while your parents always talked about how great it is. They were worried sometimes that it might take you a long time to meet them if at all. You’ve heard of stories of people who never met their soulmates and died without knowing.

And now you were a soon to be college student in Central City, you lived with your dorm roomie Jinx. Their timer was still ticking away as they shared the same thing towards the soul mate although they didn’t quite believe in love. But they were still a good friend who could make more than just instant ramen so that’s a plus right? Jinx had classes during the morning today so you decided to go to Jitter’s as you decided to get out more. Plus coffee and a muffin sounded good to your stomach as you walked into the coffee place with your laptop. You ordered your usual as you went to sit at a table and pulled out your laptop.

You were writing for awhile until someone bumped into your table while their coffee accidentally landed on your laptop before you could react. You looked up with wide E/C eyes at a green ones while the male looked like a deer in headlights, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn-“ His mouth was agape as he noticed your watch as you looked down at it. It had stopped ticking away as you noticed his stopped as well that meant this idiot was your soulmate. You had good calculating skills as you blinked up at him, “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken!” You said in a loud hiss. Barry jumped slightly as he looked at you, oh man you could kill him right now could you?

“I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new I promise. Like a completely brand new one of the same brand or better. Just don’t kill me okay?” He pleaded with a bit of his bottom lip while you looked at him. You were both young as you eye squinted before saying, “What? You’re buying me a new one? Okay. .” You were a bit shocked as he had grabbed napkins to help clean the mess and shyly offered his hand to you, “We should introduced ourselves. .I’m Barry Allen and you are?” You shook his warm hand and decided to smile to calm his nerves. “Y/N L/N. I needed a new laptop anyway. .”


I finished the second draft of my Cafe Pequod novel at 11:57 PM last night. Thank you, @a-january-girl, for pointing out the date, because it made me extra motivated to just buckle down and get it done. I spent literally the entire day writing. It feels like kismet to, without planning it that way, have finished a story about a massacre that took place on Saturday, June tenth 1944… on Saturday, June tenth.

I’m taking it as a positive sign for my book’s future.

anonymous asked:

They're just lazy journalist. If one of Megan's anons hadn't of found it they would have got off their lazy asses and found it. They just troll all the blogs until they find something. Just like we all do

Look it took one day to find this new old info. First we did 6 degrees of separation. Gigi did a shoot with Joe is August. Joe did a movie with Garrett and Kristen. Garrett is best friends with Caleb who is married to Lily who is best friends with Taylor who actually lives in Taylor’s Nashville apartment complex. Then someone pointed out of Taylor and squad went to his movie Nov 11. Then I got a submission telling me where Joe was these last 7 months. We noticed Joe was in NYC the same time Taylor was. And then we were like how would they have met? Bam KOL concert. I had an anon searching the pap videos because Taylor was papped all weekend in NYC. It took like 45 seconds to see Joe and bam, nailed it!

Happy Birthday, Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy had decided that if he had to be awakened at 5:00 AM that the best way is by kisses. He had not heard Harry come in, or even sit down on the bed, but by the time he was pulled from sleep, Harry was running his tongue along the seam of Draco’s lips. Draco opened his mouth readily and Harry made a soft noise of approval before deepening the kiss in earnest.

After what seemed like an unfairly short amount of time to Draco, Harry pulled back and looked down at him smiling. “Happy Birthday, Draco.” he said.

Draco tried not to smile but failed miserably. “Thank you, ma vie.” he said, reaching up to cup Harry’s cheek. “Did you just get home?” Draco asked with a yawn.

“Nah, I got home around 11:00.” Harry said. “I have a surprise for you though.”

“A surprise?” Draco said, sitting up in bed.

Harry nodded. “Follow me.” he said and stood, leading the way out of the bedroom. Draco took a few seconds to consider if he should put on pants or not. Deciding he couldn’t wait, he followed Harry into the kitchen. Harry had decorated the apartment with green and silver paper streamers and a large banner that read “Happy Birthday Draco” that looked as though Harry had hung it by hand. This was the exact opposite of the party his mother planned for him this evening and because of that, or perhaps just Harry had done it for him, he loved it.

Sitting on the counter was the most beautiful lemon chiffon cake Draco had  ever seen. “Did, you make this?” Draco asked, eyeing the cake.

Harry blushed “Yeah.” He said. “I know it’s your favorite.”

Draco walked up and kissed Harry softly. “I love it.” he said. “And the decorations. All of it.” Draco kissed him again. “It’s perfect.”

Harry, reached up a hand and began to toy with the hair at Draco’s nape. “Do you want to eat in now or…?” Harry asked.

“Later.” Draco said and kissed him. Harry reached down and lifted up on Draco’s ass, prompting him to wrap his legs around Harry’s waist. Harry carried him to the bedroom with ease, and laid him down on the bed.

“What do you want to do?” Harry asked. Draco could feel Harry’s smirk against his lips.

“Suck me off.” Draco said a little breathlessly. Harry chuckled, “You ask for that every year.” he said.

“You’re just so very good at it, ma vie.” Draco said. Harry laughed again and nipped at Draco’s neck. He left a trail of kisses and love bites down Draco’s pale chest.

Harry sucked a bruise into Draco’s hip, causing Draco to moan roughly. “Get on with it, Potter.” Draco growled.

Harry clicked his tongue. “All in good time, Draco.” He murmured nuzzling Draco through his underwear. Draco let out a soft sigh. Harry caught the waistband of Draco’s boxers with his teeth and tugged them down slightly. Draco yelped at the drag of the fabric against his sensitive shaft.

Harry smiled up at him and curled his fingers under the boxers, pulling sharply until Draco lifted his hips and his cock sprang free. Harry made a “mmm” noise and wrapped his hand around the base and taking the tip in his mouth. Draco moaned and stuck his hand in Harry’s hair, pulling a little sharper than he meant to. Harry merely hummed and took more of Draco into his mouth.

Harry began to bob his head up and down and kept the same rhythm with his hand. Draco began to toss his head and make loud keening sounds in the back of his throat and Harry knew he was close. He pulled almost all the way off and swirled his tongue around the tip, then sunk down until his nose was pressed against Draco’s skin and swallowed.

Draco cried out Harry’s name as he came. A few seconds later, Harry pulled off him with a pop and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He grinned up at Draco, who looked absolutely wrecked and was grinning himself.

“Happy birthday to me.” Draco said with a laugh. “I think it’s time for cake.” Draco said as Harry crawled up to settle in next to him.

“Yeah?” Harry said.

“Yes.” Draco nodded. “And then afterward, I think you should probably be a lot more naked.”

Harry grinned as he folded his hands behind his head. “What about during?” He asked.

“I knew there was a reason I married you.” Draco said.

“Whatever, old man.” Harry said, getting up.

“We’re the same age!” Draco shouted after him as he made to follow.

Keep Dreaming (Sehun Drabble)

11. Is that a bruise? 
12. Look me in the eye and tell me it’s not true

Word count: 1020 

Genre: Fluff (and slightly angsty)

A/N: Second drabble for the Drabble Game. I keep doing them long IM SORRY #fml. I hope it’s okay with you @ana94laura​, and I hope you like it. Take care xoxo :)

Originally posted by sefuns

You opened your eyes lazily with the tiny sunrays that came from a little groove in the curtains. The slim figure of your boyfriend traced perfectly by the white bed sheets took a smile from you. His scent could impregnate the whole room. Nothing could ever compare to waking up next to him. It was like waking up to an angel, so precious and full of peace and serenity.

You took a look at the clock. It was 7am which meant you had about 30 minutes before Sehun woke up. He used to wake up at 7.30 on his free days because he liked to spend as much time as possible with you, even if you were still sleeping he would stare at you for a while until he got bored and started waking you up with sweet kisses.

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Ross x Reader

Can I get a Ross this thing: Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.

For the timer the format is [00Y:00M:0W:0D:00H] which stands for [Years:Months:Weeks:Days:Hours].

Everyone you’d ever known, and would ever know, had had a timer from the day they were born. And each and every one of those people had timers that stopped under twenty-three years; yours, however, kept on ticking – for a whole extra five years, and counting. You were currently at 28 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, and 16 hours. Whenever you went out you covered the mark up, whether it was with clothing or one of the specially made arm-bands, so you would be spared the pitying gazes of others. Of course you sometimes forgot to do that, and when you did there would always be at least one person who thought they should comment on it. Most of the remarks were kind, ‘Oh it’ll happen for you one day.”, but some others were cutting, and just plain rude, ‘Look at you, no wonder you can’t find ‘em. I pity the poor soul that’s stuck with you.’.

It was those types of comments, the bad ones, that made you want to hide forever and never come out. Logically you knew that you couldn’t do that, you had responsibilities after all, but your logic didn’t stop you thinking about it. In fact, you were thinking about how you could disappear at that very moment.

You were in a coffee shop, typing away at your computer, and you had rolled up your sleeves. Stupid mistake, of course, but you’d still done it – but people still noticed. You got a few snide looks and remarks from younger women, women who were happily flaunting their solid, stopped timers. But at least they’d just been looks, and passing remarks; one woman, who had obviously thought she meant well, didn’t stop there. She was dressed like a fifties housewife who could think of nothing other than how to catch a husband, and she had apparently thought you needed advice on the subject.

At first she had passed by your table as she was joining the queue, saying ‘Oh you poor thing.’. That in itself wasn’t so bad, but it was the fact that after she had gotten her coffee, she’d stopped by your table and sat down.

“Can I give you a bit of advice hon’?” you wanted to say no, to shake your head, but you were rendered immobile by the woman’s audacity, “Look, I’m going to be frank – I noticed your timer on my way in here. It’s a horrible thing having to wait that long, I could never imagine having to wait for my dear Jimmy for twenty-eight years. Oh, it really is horrible.” She ‘spared’ you a pitying look, “You know, the only reason I didn’t have to wait as long was because my Jimmy and I have known each other since we were children.” You scowled, “Oh, but I digress! You know, the best way to catch your man is to…” she looked you up and down, smiling as she did so, “Well, is to certainly not dress like that. No man will ever want a woman who can’t even be bothered dressing up when she goes out. Lord, no man will ever notice you dressed like that!”

You wanted to tell her that that isn’t how it worked. That the timers didn’t stop when soulmates were attracted to one another, it stopped when they met – regardless of how each person was dressed at the time. But you still couldn’t find it in yourself to wrench your mouth open, and speak. And you didn’t get the chance to either, the woman had left soon after, looking quite undeservedly satisfied with herself.

You looked at your timer again, [28Y:06M:3W:2D:17H]. Each time it changed, you changed – even if was only a little. This time you became that little bit more bitter, because exchanges like you’d had with that woman always made you feel bad. Whether you were feeling down, angry, or just plain shitty – it was pretty much always guaranteed that you were in a bad mood afterwards. So now you were sat glaring at your laptop, angry at the inanimate object for even daring to be in your space.

And that’s how you sat for a little while longer, just staring, almost blankly, at your computer; and waiting and hoping for something else to happen, to distract you really. And it did, in one of the worst ways possible. Some complete and utter idiot had managed to trip, fall, and spill their coffee all over your laptop. The laptop that had everything currently important to you saved on its hard-drive. You were shocked silent for a moment, in disbelief at what had happened, before your earlier anger came back, at full force, directed at the stranger who was currently picking themselves up off of the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you shrieked; certainly not ladylike, and very shrill – the woman from before would definitely not have liked you had she seen you like this.

You had stood up from your chair quickly, shoving it backwards. Your gaze focused on the person who had spilt their coffee, and all you could see was a mop of brown hair. The person was still picking themselves up, and then they were dusting themselves off.

“You broke my laptop, you asshole! There’s no way in hell I can afford a new one. And everything important to me was on it!” you stopped your tirade there, catching your breath, and readied yourself to begin anew when you heard a little beep the moment the culprit looked you in the eyes.

Oh. My. God. The bumbling idiot who had spilt their very large coffee all over your laptop, and yourself, was apparently your soulmate. This lanky idiot was your one and only, your destiny, your special someone – this man was your forever. Of all the ways you could meet, you imagined this to be one of the most embarrassing.

“Look,” you spoke up quickly, pointing at the man directly, “This,” you nodded toward your now frozen timer, “Does not excuse the fact that you broke my laptop. I’m in no place to buy a new one, and I needed that for my work. How am I meant to explain this t-”

You were stopped in your tracks, again, with a hand being placed over your mouth. You looked at the culprit, Idiot as you were now calling him, and glared.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

What?!’ you tried to say through his hand, but it came out garbled.

“I’ll buy you a new laptop.” You tried to protest, but to no avail, “Look, it’s no big deal, and it’s literally the least I could do for ruining my soul-mate’s laptop.” He took his hand away, and smiled goofily, “Now – I’m Ross.”

You shook his outstretched hand wearily, and sighed.

“Y/N. You better pay me back for the laptop, and for making me wait twenty-eight and a half years, you idiot.”

S T A Y | college!BTS

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2248

Genre: Suggestive (?) fluff obviously

Summary: Your sex-crazed roommate causes you to stumble over to Taehyung’s dorm room, but it seems Taehyung has different intentions than to just let you sleep.

A/N: Maybe starting up a college!BTS series, because i like the idea of them being a student just like I am.

Knocking on his door at 11 PM that night, you couldn’t help but sigh as you waited the few seconds it took for Taehyung to unlock his door. You tugged your pillow and blanket closer to your chest, smiling sheepishly at the boy as he sighed and asked “Again?”

“Look, it’s not my fault my roommate decides that having loud sex to get me out of the room is the best idea in the world,” You retort, shrugging, “Can I stay here? I swear, this is the last time this week, and I’m moving into that single down the hall hopefully soon—“

“Y/N, it’s fine, just come in already,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes as he moved his arm from the door to let you walk underneath it and into the small dorm room.

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