uncontrollable-feels

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“That’s bullshit and you know it!” +  “Okay, so maybe I lied! Maybe I’m not over you! Maybe I still have feelings! Stupid, stupid, uncontrollable, feelings!” “Well what made you think I don’t feel the same way?”


“I’m just saying that I don’t think she should be going on this mission.” Bucky crosses his arms, ignoring the annoyed look Natasha is giving him.

Steve sighs, turing to look at his friend. “Why not? She’s more than qualified and she’s the only one who can get the data files.”

Bucky grunts. “She’s immature. She puts herself in danger which in turn puts all of us in danger. She needs more training.”

Y/N looks up, narrowing her eyes at the long haired soldier. “That’s not the real reason you don’t want me going, now is it?” She snaps, folding her mission files  back into the folder.

“That’s the exact reason, nothing more nothing less.”

That’s bullshit and you know it, Barnes.” Y/N seethes, holding onto the arm rests of her chair. 

Bucky scoffs, not making eye contact with the smaller girl. “Maybe I don’t want you to screw it up and get killed, ok? Maybe I want you to come back here, safe and sound.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “You don’t get to care about that anymore. You left me, remember? I’m not your girlfriend anymore, I’m not your friend anymore. My safety is not your fucking responsibility.”

Bucky stands abruptly, his chair scooting back a few inches. “I don’t give a shit if we aren’t together, I’m going to care about you until I stop loving you. I’m going to tell Steve ‘no’ every single time he thinks about putting you in a dangerous position. If you get hurt, I will spend my time finding the person who did it and kill them instead of actually working!”

“You still love me? It’s been five months and you’re just now telling me this? Five months of you ignoring me, treating me like shit and making me hate myself? You said you didn’t love me anymore!” Y/N yells, her face turning red from anger.

Okay, so maybe I lied! Maybe I’m not over you! Maybe I still have feelings! Stupid, stupid, uncontrollable, feelings! Pretending to hate you was the only way I could keep you safe. When you’re with me, you’re not safe. People know you’re my weakness, they know if they hurt you they can get to me. I was done putting you in danger!”

“You’re lying.” Her voice drops to a whisper, tears welling in her eyes.

Bucky sniffles, holding back his own tears. “I wish I was. I love you, Y/N. I always will. I hated having to sit there and watch you get over me. Watch you with other men. Watch you cry because of how bad I was treating you. It killed me.”

“You think I’m over you?” She tilts her head, tears pouring down her cheeks. Bucky nods, looking at his feet. “Well what made you think I don’t feel the same way? What made you think I didn’t still love you? That I didn’t miss you every single day? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Bucky rubs his eyes, looking at her. “I made a mistake letting you go.”

“Yea, you really did.”

“Am I making a mistake asking for you to come back?” 

Y/N rushes into his chest, his arms wrapping firmly around her. “Not at all.”

Hogwarts House Aesthetics

Gryffindor - thunderstorms, dancing in a rain storm, really close flashes of lightning, midnight conversations where you share secrets you never thought you’d share because you know they’ll never tell anyone, confrontation, the uncontrolled feeling of anger where you see red and your blood is hot in your veins, whispering during movies, loud bursts of laughter, voices gradually growing louder and louder in arguments, being a sore loser, adrenaline rushes, taking risks, goofing around, dancing like no one is watching, loud music and loud singing/yelling along, playfully insulting friends, over the top poses for photographs, being unable to keep a poker face, the sparks that fly off of fires, unbuttoned plaid shirts, talking back, everlasting incredibly fierce loyalty and love for their friends, the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise, scraped knees, constantly covered in plasters, climbing trees, loud celebrations, giant hugs

Slytherin - tiny hidden tattoos, the cold but refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face, resting bitch face, ripped jeans, being brutally honest with their friends when it’s needed without guilt, hoodies, the determination to prove themselves different to people’s ideas of them, an old teddy bear or knitted gift from their grandma they hide away but treasure, wary of too much affection, having only one or two really close friends and liking it that way, not wanting to share the things that bring them the most happiness because their favourite things belong to them, being able to find loopholes in everything and using it to their advantage, smug smiles when they know they’re right, the satisfaction of knowing someone is wrong and knowing they’re about to prove it, confidence, only ever respecting people if they prove they deserve it no matter how old the person may be, doing things just because people say they can’t, fierce protectors, swimming way underwater and pretending to be a mermaid, constantly cold hands

Ravenclaw - always getting the perfect present because they remember the smallest thing about you, messy smudges of paint on desks and skin, biting lips and tugging hair in concentration, the mixture of exhaustion and relief when they finally perfect their work, the sound of pencil against paper, saying they’re fine when they’re not because other things need to be focused on, always being ready to listen, giving great advice, elegance, the light shining through stained glass windows in churches, travelling to historic places, unfinished notebooks, unable to resist starting that new project even when they said they would take a break, knowing random bits of information that other people may find useless, classical music, listening to film soundtracks to concentrate, crumbling castles half hidden in fog, forgetting simple things but knowing everything about complicated stuff, realising the answer half way through a question and yelling it out, watching people pass by and trying to deduce their life

Hufflepuff - dungarees, flowers tucked into pockets, fairy lights, the feeling of warmth when you’re inside all cuddled up and there’s bad weather outside, blanket forts, decorating the walls with pictures of good memories, birthday cards filled with stick men and scribbles of inside jokes, oversized sweaters, decorating bags with badges, nicknames, not wanting to leave bed, wearing a blanket as a cape, laziness, swing sets and slides, the lovely feeling when a stranger is nice to you, the rush of happiness when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be a good friend, stickers all over their belongings, wind chimes, cottages in the country side, disney fairy tale movies, scented candles, singing christmas songs all year around and planning decorations in September, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, dressing up for halloween every year even if they’re just staying at home, lying on their friends laps, surprise presents even when there’s no occasion, collecting acorns, candy shops

Unresolved Conditions 
Karmic and past life energy 

Aries energy (Sun/Moon)
separation and attachment issues, affliction, unresolved emotional trauma occurring with physical wounds, frustration and anger toward older people, constant preparation for threat 
Residual Aries karmic energy can be found in Mars-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 1st house, Mars in the 12th house


Taurus energy (Sun/Moon)
consumption, starvation, hoarding, self depreciation, issues with weight, undeserving, trapped, unwilling, dissatisfaction, issues with the body, inability to calm or self soothe 
Residual Taurus karmic energy can also be found in Venus-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 2nd house, Venus in the 12th house 


Gemini energy (Sun/Moon)
crisis of cognitive dissonance, mental overload and/or paralysis, lack of productivity or focus, dishonesty, unstable, incapable of regulating or slowing the mind, unwillingness to accept new ideas
Residual Gemini karmic energy can also be found in Mercury-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 3rd house, Mercury in the 12th house 


Cancer energy (Sun/Moon)
intense and volatile relationships with family members, issues with the mother, closed off and disengaged inner experience, debilitating and controlling moods, disproportionate fears of separation 
Residual Cancer karmic energy can also be found in Moon-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 4th house, Moon in the 12th house


Leo energy (Sun/Moon)
lack of vitality, feels undeserving, senses rejection when it has not occurred, compulsive need for validation and recognition, intense fears regarding being left, unstable and labile self image, inhibition of self and creative expression
Residual Leo karmic energy can be found in Sun-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 1st, and Sun in the 12th house


Virgo energy (Sun/Moon)
self depreciation, unrealistic expectation, routine burn out and sickness, self destruction, self punishment, mental overload and/or paralysis, martyrdom, nervous issues
Residual Virgo karmic energy can be found in Mercury-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 6th house, Mercury in the 12th house 


Libra energy (Sun/Moon)
inability to sustain feelings- substance-and identity without the presence of people, extreme lack of focus, responding to ideals rather than reality, the fear of separation, refusal to assert ones self in high risk and potentially serious circumstances 
Residual Libra karmic energy can be found in Venus-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 7th house, Scorpio descending, Venus in the 12th house


Scorpio energy (Sun/Moon)
complete seclusion, paranoid distrust, exaggerated suspicious, fears about persecution, extreme exhaustion, particularly wounding and volatile with loved ones, controlling, unrelenting, compulsive 
Residual Scorpio karmic energy can be found in Pluto in the 8th, Scorpio descending, Pluto in the 12th, Pluto in Scorpio, Pluto in the 12th house 


Sagittarius energy (Sun/Moon)
occluded vision for the future, lack of goals or motivation for, inability to move or feel comfortable, over consumption, over eating, over spending, over intoxicating. controlling 
Residual Sagittrius karmic energy can be found in Jupiter-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 9th house, Jupiter in the 12th house 


Capricorn energy (Sun/Moon)
procrastinates and lacks progress, self depreciating, miserable, aching bones and skin reactions, remorse over lost childhood, feelings of separation from father or male authority figures, obsessed with their mortality 
Residual Capricorn karmic energy can be found in Saturn-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 10th house, Saturn in the 12th house, Saturn on the descendant 


Aquarius energy (Sun/Moon)
self imposed exile, mental chaos and uncontrollable experiences, mass feelings of resentment against everybody, sterility and social coldness, social hesitation, lethargy when applying mind  
Residual Aquarius karmic energy can be found in Uranus-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 11th house, Pluto in the 10th house, Uranus in the 12th house 


Pisces energy (Sun/Moon)
complete inability to determine ideal from reality, spiritual or religiously feverish, mentally confused and scattered, disorganised, inability to handle reality and social encounters, impossible to wake or impossible to fall to sleep
Residual Pisces karmic energy can be found in Neptune-Pluto contacts, Pluto in the 12th, Pluto in the 9th house, Neptune in the 12th house

-C.

I failed again

Through the evening I had been boasting how I was going to fuck your brains out when I got you home. Boasting how I was going to get you on your back, sheath your hard cock with my pussy, and ride you until I had completely drained your balls into me.  Your response was a simple ‘Yeah, we’ll see about that.  You’ve tried that many times before, and who is that ends up getting their brains fucked out?’  ‘Me’, I coyly answer.  “I doubt tonight will be different’, you reply, ‘but I’ll sure enjoy you giving it your best try.’

Now I have you where I want you.  After some oral stimulation, sucking your cock to assure it’s nice and hard to receive me, I straddle you.  You watch intently as I guide the bulbous head of your breeding tool to my entrance and lower myself onto you.  You seem mesmerized as you see my pussy stretching around your shaft to accommodate you and then sliding down as I take your full length up inside me. Grinding myself around the base of your cock I relish the feel of having you in me, filling me, and that sensation that you’re penetrating me way up into my tummy.  At the same time I squeeze and release my Kegels.  Your deep guttural moans assure me you’re enjoying the feel of my snug silky softness caressing your length.

Soon I’m riding you vigorously, ravaging your cock, fucking it, making it clear that it is mine, it belongs to me for as long as I choose.  I give you no choice but to take my pussy on your full length as I drive myself down onto you again and again.  I alternate from bouncing up and down on you to firmly grinding myself on the base of your cock to stimulate my clit while squeezing and releasing on you.  You urge me on ‘Yes baby, fuck me.  Cum for me.  Let me feel you cum all over my cock.’  In a few short minutes I do just that as I ride myself to orgasm.

After my second shattering orgasm you watch me trying to gather my senses and regain my composure before continuing my ravaging your cock.  ‘Okay, you’re done for’, you quip.  Still fully impaled on your hardness you roll me onto my back.  ‘It’s time for you to be shown…again, that my cock is the master of that sweet little pussy.’  The odds have suddenly turned, you have taken control.  I quickly realize that it will be me who gets their brains fucked out…again. I easily accept my defeat, eager for you to utterly master me and fuck me senseless.

Holding my arms back you make it clear it’s my turn to be ravaged.  Pinned beneath your weight you make me take your cock, your powerful hips driving your full length into me again and again.  Oh God yes…this is what I was made for.  ‘Fuck me’ I plea, ‘fuck me.’  Give me that cock.  Fuck my little pussy.’

You continue your relentless assault on my pussy, making it clear that I belong to you.  Making it clear that you are cock…I am pussy…and the cock is the master of the pussy.  You make me cum all over you twice more before I start feeling those signs of your impending release.  “Cum in me…cum in me’ I beg.  ‘Fill me with your seed.  Shoot your seed deep inside me.’


I can feel you trying to hold back your orgasm, wanting me to cum for you one for time before giving me your treasure.  When I do I know this is it…time my insemination.  Feeling the uncontrolled spasms of my pussy on your shaft is more than you can endure.  You make that final thrust as deep into me as you can.  Almost instinctively I wrap my legs tightly around you and clench onto your cock as tightly as I can.

Your cock explodes deep inside me, throbbing and pulsing.  I eagerly take rope after rope of your potent sperm, satisfying my need to be filled and fertilized.

Afterward you stay inside me.  We  have that moment of looking deeply into one another as we each enjoy the feel of your still hard cock buried in my sperm filled pussy.

‘Oh yeah, there it is’, you say.  ‘There’s what?’ I ask.  ‘Your cute little fucked silly expression that I love so much.‘  I can’t help but playfully laugh at the thought of my expression makes it evident that I’m lost it that wonderful afterglow of having just been so well fucked.

You’re not through with me yet.  Soon after, you begin slowly thrusting in and out of me again.  I’m so full of sperm that we hear those wet squishy noises as you continue pumping into me, and I can feel it squishing out of me around your cock.  You feel I need more convincing that the cock is the master of the pussy.  I’m totally prepared to be shown again.

Rage

Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

vyri  asked:

Hey hello! I just wanted to, like, say that your art is the one of the biggest inspirations to me when I make mine, it’s so amazing! Also wanted to ask if you have any fic recommendations since you mention that you read a lot?

Aaaaa hey!!!! FIRSTLY thank you so much, you are very sweet <3 And secondly…ya….ya I do…….I have a reclist I’ve been building & sort of continuously adding to, ig I can just kinda copypaste that here (also idk if all the links will work bc of that; if not let me know and I’ll see about fixing it):

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THE SIGNS & HAVING CRUSHES

*i’ve listed many possibilites on how the signs can act around their crush. they may embody all traits or they may just embody some. venus signs may work as well

ARIES: becomes loud around their crush. will sometimes unintentionally become goofy. honestly does not realize how loud and weird they get when their crush is near them. will deny their crush at first, but will later realize and admit to their friends their feelings. smiles uncontrollably when their crush is name is mentioned, or when their friends tease them about their crush. very energetic and excited when around or near their crush. a lot of eye contact when speaking with crush, trying to analyze what they mean, how they feel, or how they react when they converse. 

TAURUS: can sometimes become touchy-feely around their crush. will become different around their crush compared to their friends, either meaner, nicer, shier, or friendlier. willing to try new things for their crush. talks about their crush a lot around their friends but does not admit that they have a crush on them. will sometimes be nervous around their crush. can sometimes be obvious that they like someone without knowing they are obvious. will text their crush a lot. willing to do almost anything for their crush (depends on their level of liking, though). will not open their heart very quickly, which makes taurus crushes somewhat rare. takes awhile to get over their crush. adores crush from afar, but likes to spend time with crush a lot. 

GEMINI: sometimes falls for people they can’t have and will either have their love unrequited or returned. it’s 50/50 for them. they are known to have a lot of crushes. they will have one, drop one, have another one, go back to the first, and so forth. cannot make up their mind on who they like. will flirt a lot even if they don’t intend to. teases crush sometimes. will help crush with their problems. when trying to impress someone new, they won’t show their playful side. can sometimes be fake around crush, not showing their true, full self. will actually tell crush they like them. does not deny feelings. will want to talk to crush. probably texts crush a lot. 

CANCER: will smile a lot around their crush or when they see their crush. likes to talk to their friends about their crush. can either be flirtatious around their crush or nervous. agrees with what they say even if they really, deep-down, don’t. will want to be around their crush a lot and would like to talk to their crush when they are not together. can get very clingy to their crush which either drives their crush away or entices them (depending on their crush’s sign). very sweet and romantic towards crush. can become very sad if crush is unrequited. takes a lot of encouragement from friends to move on. will tell friends about their crush (depending on how close friendship is). will ask friends of crush advice to woo their crush. 

LEO: tries to show off in front of crush. will try to prove they are the best one for their crush. can sometimes be quite seductive. will be very confident around their crush. tries to get attention of crush and can sometimes play games and flirt a lot. would enjoy spending time with crush. can be less self-centered around crush. very loyal to crush. 

VIRGO: tries to make crush laugh. talks a lot around crush to the point where sometimes people can’t understand what they’re saying anymore. very helpful towards their crush. tries to offer advice even if they cannot relate to their crush’s problem. will listen to crush’s problems. generous and helpful. i can’t stress enough how helpful they are with their crush even if they don’t need any help. 

LIBRA: talks to crush a lot but can sometimes forget to reveal crush to friends. if libra flirts with you easily, it probably is not a real crush bc they will become a bit more quiet/serious/shy around their crush. will try to avoid making crush upset or getting in fights with crush. will talk about crush to friends sometimes. will either talk about crush openly to friends or keep it a secret. compliments crush a lot. is silly around or with crush. 

SCORPIO: stares at crush. obsesses over crush and fantasizes about them being together or scenarios that would never happen. sometimes tends to ignore everyone besides their crush. will either have a small crush which is not that serious and somewhat obvious or a very intense crush where they wish their crush was never born because they like them so much and can sometimes be interpreted as hate rather than love. tries to learn everything about crush. can get jealous easily even though they are not yet dating. can sometimes play hard to get (which can come off as ignoring them & being mean) when trying to seduce a crush to see whether their crush will be devoted to them as they will be to their crush. 

SAGITTARIUS: texts their crush a lot. likes to try and get to know their crush better. very energetic around them. laughs a lot at their jokes (whether it’s good or bad) and laughs a lot in general around them. gets very excited and happy when their crush is mentioned, asked about, or talked about. talks to friends about crush but not obsessively. will admit feelings to crush bc they’re just brave that way. can get over a crush easily. can get very excited around or when mentioning crush. will get excited for crush when good things happen to them or will get excited with their crush. super touchy-feely around crush, like super. 

CAPRICORN: will be hot & cold. they’ll be head over heels for them and obsessive one day, and cold and aloof the next. thinks about crush constantly. they have the tendency to acquire short and quick crushes but will not fall in love right away. will always want to spend time with their crush to get to know them. they fall in “like” fast, but they will never fall in love fast. will help crush with anything. tends to stare at their crush when they speak. learns a lot about crush which can sometimes come off as stalkerish. afraid to initiate anything first. denies crush to themselves and to their friends. takes awhile to get over a crush, but does not realize it. will take interests in their crush’s interests. 

AQUARIUS: teases you a lot. will try very hard to hide that they do not like you, which is why they tease a lot. to tell the difference between an aquarius liking you versus an aquarius genuinely disliking you (when they tease), tease them back. if they get angry, then they probably hate you, and if they laugh or tease again, they probably do like you. will be comfortable around crush and will try to initiate conversations. is slow when realizing they have a crush on someone, so their friends may realize it before they do. 

PISCES: tries to make crush smile. very sweet and cute towards crush. very polite and helpful towards crush. can sometimes distance self from crush in fear of the pain of rejection but also because they are not fast to open up heart. takes awhile to admit they have a crush on someone to themselves. will not tell friends immediately about crush. very patient. will be there for crush when they are needed. 

hurts too good || void stiles (!!)

author: @broodybell
pairing: void!stiles x reader
word count: 2,016

warnings: NSFW — sex, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, bondage, kitten kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, fingering, masturbation

authors note: what better way to kick start the summer, than with some void smut… am i right? with that being said, this is my first time writing anything for void and i loved it so so much that i wanna write for him a lot more! also, seeing as it is the summer break and no school or classes for 6 weeks, i’m going to try and post something every week? idk. it’s ambitious for me bc i’m a top notch procrastinator soooo…. prolly not lmao. anyway… enjoy and lemme know what you thought!

summary: void has an infatuation with reader and wants to make stiles suffer by having her in the way he knows stiles can’t. 


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Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

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When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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Warnings: language, angst, that’s it??? i think???

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Originally posted by cirunia

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She glances at the clock, it’s just past 11. She was no doubt alone, both her parents out working. The kids were still in school for another good three hours before they’d be dismissed. No one would notice her ride her bike to the Byers’ home.

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[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

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You’ve been anticipating the end of it for the last few days but only officially noticed the change when you swapped out of your university clothes for an outfit more comfortable to sleep in. It took too long for your liking, but the strange and unhealthy cravings have finally left your tastebuds, the lower abdominal cramps have finally disappeared, and best of all, you can now feel safe wearing white shorts in public again.

Your period, as nature always seems to plan it, couldn’t have been gifted at a more inconvenient time–just two weeks prior to Ashton’s next fight. They may not sound related, but not only have you been irrationally irritated with him over the last few days for strictly hormonal reasons, sending him off to gym sessions in less than great moods, but you also haven’t shared a night of intimacy together since the beginning of your premenstraul temper. You always hate how uncontrollably turned off you feel when you’re going through the monthly cycle, all the bloating and cramping antagonistic to your sex drive. You’re especially disappointed this time, because while you’re usually able to get back into swing of things once your body returns to its normal status, you might not have the opportunity to with Ashton’s upcoming match being so soon.

There’s a superstition–the origin of it a mystery to you–that has Ashton convinced he shouldn’t have sex in the week leading up to a fight. You know it’s got something to do with staying focused and bottling up the energy, and in the seven months you’ve spent with him you’ve been polite enough not to question it, but right now your hormones are going on a final rampage before they settle back down, and you want your boyfriend bad. Despite his strange rule you figure it’s worth asking since after tonight he’ll still have six more days to abstain, and honestly, what harm could one orgasm do?

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pluto is the conduit of carnal, relentless desires. it’s something we will go to extreme lengths to satisfy in any way possible. pluto can become consuming if not sublimated, destructive and deadly. i think pluto expressing in its compulsive and uncontrolled form is capable of the 7 deadly sins 

Envy: Pluto in the 1st, Pluto in the 5th, Pluto in the 10th, Venus-Pluto aspects, Pluto in Libra, Pluto in the 7th The desire to have an item or experience that someone else possesses.
Gluttony: Pluto in the 2nd, Pluto in the 5th, Pluto-Jupiter aspects, Pluto in Sagittarius  Excessive ongoing consumption of food or drink.
Avarice: Pluto in the 2nd, Pluto in the 4th, Moon-Pluto aspects An excessive pursuit of material possessions.
Lust: Pluto in the 8th, Pluto in the 7th, Venus-Pluto aspects, Pluto in the 5th An uncontrollable passion or longing, especially for sexual desires.
Pride: Pluto in the 1st, Pluto in the 5th, Pluto in the 10th, Sun-Pluto aspects Excessive view of one’s self without regard for others.
Sloth: Pluto in the 2nd, Pluto in the 6th, Pluto in the 10th Excessive laziness or the failure to act and utilize one’s own talents.
Wrath: Pluto in the 7th, Mars-Pluto aspects, Pluto in the 12th, Pluto in Scorpio Uncontrolled feelings of anger and hate towards another person.

-C.

BTS reaction to S/O asking to 69

 GENRE ~ SMUT

WARNING ~ MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE TO SOME VIEWERS

ANONYMOUS SAID ~ “CAN YOU MAKE A BTS REACTION TO THEIR GF ASKING FOR 69 STYLE, THANK YOU”

MASTERLIST REQUEST SOMETHING!

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Seokjin:

For the first time in ages, you finally got to see your beloved boyfriend again. He had only been gone for about a month, due to the tour, but to you it felt like years, as you sat on his lap, having almost forgotten the indescribable feeling of having his lips pressed against your in urgency. In your desperation for some sort of pleasure, you begged Jin to 69 with you, revealing one of your biggest kinks.

“My babygirl / boy seems desperate”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


Yoongi:

When you and Yoongi would sex together, there was no sympathy involved. You were utterly and completely submissive under him, as he slammed his member into the back of your throat, causing an immediate gagging sensation. Tears flooded down your cheeks, throat burning, and knees bruised with a red colour covering the caps. But once you cried out your wishes in between deep pants, he finally gave you what you wanted, finding himself being more into the idea of both of you being pleasured than he thought he would be.

“My slutty little kitten”

Originally posted by scartic

Hoseok:

For the past few weeks you had been the best babygirl / boy Hoseok could wish for. Not once did you disobey his orders, but tonight was different. The way his hair stuck to his forehead ,as a result of practicing none stop all day, made you go crazy. You could all ready feel your arousal between your thighs, Hoseok laying beside you, with no clothing except a loose pair of boxers. As your wishes feel uncontrollably out of your mouth, Hoseok smirked at you, grabbing you roughly by the hips.

“Is that what you want from me? I might not be able to control myself”

Namjoon:

For the first time in a very long time, you got to control what position you and your boyfriend were in for the night. Of course, you picked the position which made you loose your mind. The second you suggested 69, Namjoon flipped you on top of himself and licked down you your folds without hesitation. The pleasure he gave you made it almost impossible to get his member in your mouth without moaning.

“Can’t stop moaning for me, can you?”

Originally posted by rap-iq

Taehyung:

It was days like this that made you go absolutely wild. Your boyfriend teasing you to the verge of insanity, bringing you so close, yet so far from that long awaited orgasm. Once Taehyung lowered his mouth down to your heat, you closed your thighs instantaneously - out of embarrassment - only to have them ripped apart again, but even though you were getting the pleasure you wanted, you needed more.

“I always knew my baby would be into 69″

Originally posted by fangirlwhatsoever

Jimin:

You were pinned underneath you boyfriend, squirming from the intense teasing he cursed you with. His finger dangerously close to your entrance, slipping in about an inch, then abruptly being pulled out. He made you go insane, to the point where you couldn’t control the request which slipped off your lips.

“You’re dripping wet for me Y/N”

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Jungkook:

Your knees rested in between your lovers thighs, keeping them apart as your mouth latched onto his member, moving your tongue around to increase his pleasure. You loved pleasuring Jungkook, you loved hearing his moans, you loved having his seed inside your mouth, allowing you to swallow every last bit. But this wasn’t enough.

“Baby, I would love to 69″

Originally posted by bts-and-1d-stuff

Whipped...Boyfriend!!...(PT.3)

I’m sorry it’s taking forever to update, but thank you for being patient and sticking around!

If you haven’t, this follows the Whipped Friends series which you can read here

And then this came to be. You can read part1 and part2 first if you’d like.

Flashbacks*



Every tear that slipped, every muffled cry that got caught in his throat, every heart breaking sigh made Y/N break just a little more. Her Harry’s breaking down right before her eyes and she doesn’t know what to do, what to say, to make him feel better.

It’s never been this bad either. On days when he didn’t feel like himself, whether it was because he was feeling under the weather or just having a bad work day, a bath and a cuddle normally did the trick.

He would get home from a particularly bad day, body slumped and feet practically dragging on the floor. And Y/N would be sat on the couch in one of Harry’s shirts and a pair of boy shorts, feet propped on the coffee table, flipping through channels, the rim of a glass of red wine between her lips. She’d glance his way when a soft ‘hey, love’ escaped his lips, and she’d look at the way his tall frame would walk over to where she was, and knowing what was to come, she’d sit up straight and plant both feet on the white carpet, wine glass sat on the table. He’d offer her a small smile before toeing off his shoes and plopping down at the edge of the couch, giving himself enough room that when he lies down, his head would rest on her lap, eyes meeting hers. Only then would she ask what was wrong, and feeling safe, Harry would tell her about how his day went from bad to worse. She would let his fingers play with hers, his other hand resting on top of his chest, sometimes mindlessly fiddling with his necklace. She’d hear him out and nod accordingly, speaking when necessary while the fingers on her free hand worked to pull at his hair in twists. And Harry would feel better after, he always did. Just having his Y/N listen to him and empathise is all he needed sometimes, Harry just felt like he needed to be heard.

And that’s what she did. No matter the situation, even before they started dating. Y/N always made time for Harry, as did he for her.

She would listen and give him advice. When they were best friends she would gladly take on Harry’s problems, and she would console him the best she could by doing things Harry enjoyed, to get his mind off things until they came up with a solution together.

She still listens, and gives advice, now that they’re dating. She still takes on his problems, and she’ll console him the best she can by still doing things Harry enjoys. They’ll go out for late dinners, Harry still choosing to sit next to her, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder, arms crossed as they think up a solution to his problem. They’ll go for walks around town, popping by their favourite little cafe for coffee on a nice chilly day, and stay for a bit to chat to their favourite waitress. She’ll gladly watch rom-coms until the next day, too, and pepper him with kisses when she gets the chance.

But now, she’s not so sure that would even help.

What can she do? Other than let him get it out, let him sulk as she stays kneeled in between his thighs. The room’s fallen into a heart breaking silence, and no matter how many times Y/N’s pleaded with him, begged him to tell her what’s wrong, Harry hasn’t budged, hasn’t muttered a single word other than the phrase ’m'sorry, love. M'so so sorry.’ It’s the only thing he’s said since he wrapped his arms around her, grip tight like if he was scared that if he let go she wouldn’t be there. His sobs rack his body uncontrollably, she can feel the heaving of chest against her own in attempts to gain control, failed attempts to stop crying. She feels his hot breath on her neck every time he whispers those words, and it’s starting to scare her, not knowing exactly what he’s sorry for.

All she knows, all she sees when she finally pulls away from his tight embrace is red bitten lips. His cheeks blotched a dark tint of pink, and damp from the tears that’ve finally stopped. His eyes are red and puffy, eyelashes wet. Nose red from when he’d rubbed at it with the back of his hand to rid it of any snot.

“Need t'take a shower,” is all he says.

He’s not meeting her gaze.

“Harry-” she begins. She needs to know what’s wrong. She needs to know what he’s sorry for.

“G'na take a shower.” His head is pounding, the pulsing on his temples sending him into a daze the second he makes any effort to push himself up off the chair. He can’t remember the last time he cried this much.

But his head hurts, his eyes hurt, his throat hurts…his heart hurts.

And he can’t bear to look at the woman he’s hurt.

Heart heavy, he makes his way to the bathroom, heel of his hand pressing into his eyes.

He strips down, movements too weak that it seems he’s taking longer just to remove his shirt. When his feet hit the cold tiles of the walk in shower and the hot water begins to trickle down his back, he lets himself break down for the second time since he’s stepped foot in the house. He stands under the shower head, hoping the steam that’s building up mixed with the sensation of water washing over his body would relax him in the slightest, but it doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t.

Now, he’s gotta decide. Does he tell her now, or does he wait.

***

“You’d think Netflix would stop asking if we’re still watching after the tenth time of clickin’ yes,” Harry laughs, pressing the button to assure the telly that yes, they’re still wide awake.

They’ve been binging on the US version of The Office ever since Harry mischievously woke her from a nap.

She’d seemed spent when she got to his, instantly letting her body fall on his comfy white sofa. Harry had stepped away for no more than five minutes to fetch a blanket, only to find her asleep when he walked back into the sitting area. He’d taken off her shoes for her, leaving her to rest for about two hours, until he got bored of course. He’d finished the book he was reading, and had even taken some time to jot down ideas on his brown leather journal. When he had nothing else to write, he’d tiptoed back into the room, undoing the bun his hair was in and slipping the hair tie on his wrist. He had admired the way she looked, so serene, lips parted slightly to allow her lungs to fill with air. He thought maybe, if he pressed his lips to hers and she didn’t wake up, he’d finally find out what she tastes like. He’d always wondered. But no, he couldn’t. Not his best friend. Not like that and definitely not if it might ruin things. So he pushed the thought to the back of his mind and instead grinned cheekily, taking a few strands of his hair in between his fingers and bringing the edges of it to the apples of her cheek. He choked back laughs as he tickled at her temples, then just behind her exposed ear, and to the top of her lip. Harry’s eyes smiled at the way her brows knitted, and she’d brought the pads of her fingers to scratch where his hair lingered. It’d taken a good five minutes until she’d finally gotten up in disgruntlement, knuckled at her still tired eyes, and lightly pulled at Harry’s hair only for him to over dramatise the gesture and tumble forward, over the back of the sofa, and on top of her still laying body.

Harry had laughed at Y/N’s incapability to push him up and off her, his body clearly much stronger. And she’d only settled when Harry sat up, wrapped an arm over her shoulder, and pulled her up and into him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. They’d talked about her day for a bit until Y/N insisted they watch the telly, and Harry couldn’t help but feel like there was something she wasn’t telling him, but he obliged none the less.

So now here they are, arguing over how Jim hasn’t said anything about his crush to Pam.

“What was that??” Y/N’s so involved in the show that Harry thinks she thinks if she screams loud enough at the telly, somehow the characters will be able to hear her.

“Harry, did you see that??” She moves to sit up, taking Harry’s arm with her.

“Paper, love. They do work at a paper company y'know.” She scolds him, stare kept no more than a second before she’s turning back to the telly.

“But why’d he take it? Didn’t he put it there for her to read!” She wasn’t questioning the fact that Pam was meant to see it, rather stated that Jim meant to give it to her for a reason.

“Maybe he changed his mind.” Harry knew what that would set off.

“Ugh-” she grunts, plopping back into his chest with force, but not enough to really bother him any, “why can’t he just tell her! Would save a lot of trouble.”

“S'not as easy as it seems, kitten.”

It never is.

“But-” she chokes out, “why?” Her voice small, hurt.

“Hey,” he whispers, like you would to get the attention of a sad toddler, “hey. Wha’s wrong, kitten?” He feels like there might be more to it than just Jim discouragement to tell Pam he likes her.

The light emitting from the TV allows him to see the single tear that’s making its way down her cheek, and he reaches out to wipe it with his thumb.

She laughs half-heartedly, “nothing, nothing. M'fine.”

But all it takes is that look. All Harry has to do is stare at her long and enough, and right into his arms she goes, sobbing and shaking.

It isn’t long until his white tee is soaked at the shoulder, his best friend clenching by where it’s ripped in a hole.

Harry rubs at her back when he moves her to sit on his lap. He sighs into her hair, eyes closed and chest heavy just at the thought of her hurting. His large hand strokes her hair as he rocks her back and forth. And when she seems calm enough, he detaches himself to look at her face, his hands reaching out, removing the strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, thumbs caressing at the flushed skin.

“Who did this to ye’, pet?” He’s pleading for her to tell him.

But she doesn’t say anything, just nods her head no and wipes harshly at her eyes to dry them.

“C'mon then.” He pats at her thighs once, and Y/N tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as gets up off his lap.

Harry kisses her forehead and whispers “be right back” before clicking the telly off and disappearing into the hallway in the direction of his room.

“Here.” He reappears with his long black coat on, his beige jumper in hand, handing it to her with a small smile. And yes it’s much too big for her, but it smells like Harry. And that’s okay.

She might not want to tell him exactly what she’s got going on, but he’ll be damned if he’s just gonna sit around not doing anything to lift her spirits up.

“Harry,” she whines. She really doesn’t feel like going out, not for the next year at least.

“Please, kitten. Jus’ put m'jumper on.”

She doesn’t question him after that. He hands her her shoes from where he’d placed them, and slips on his own.

They walk down the streets in silence with their hands in their pockets, Harry occasionally glancing to make sure she was okay.

“Know ye’ too well, kitten,” he says, hoping to get her to talk to him.

“M'fine, H.” And again, a weak smile he’d come to know as her 'tell’ in situations like this.

They’re nearing a corner when a body bumps into her.

“Sorry. M'sorry-” the guy starts, “Y/N?”

“Oh, hey man.” Harry greets, nodding his head once as an informal 'hello’.

She tenses up.

“Hey, Harry,” the hello’s rather quick as he turns his attention back to Y/N.

“Y/N, can we talk?” He reaches a hand out, but she steps back from his reach.

Harry notices how she’s looking anywhere but at her boyfriend.

The man glances at Harry once, a flash of irritation in his eyes.

“I need to talk to you,” and this time he grips her arm. All Harry does is stare at where he touches her, eyebrows knitted in…concern. Maybe even anger. And he can’t ignore the fact that his tummy had tighten in…jealousy?

Harry doesn’t need to see more, the situation clearly uncomfortable for her, so he removes the man’s hand, “don’ think she wants to, man.”

He snaps, “doesn’t concern you Harry. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Was.” It’s the first she’s said since they’d left his place.

“No. I just, let me-” he takes another step towards her, and this time Harry wedges himself in between them, one hand finding Y/N’s behind him, the other firm on the guy’s chest to halt any other actions.

He tries to look at her, eyes pleading, but Harry’s body seems to shield all of her from his view.

“I’m sorry okay.”

Y/N turns her head to avoid the man she thought she once knew as he makes his way around Harry and past her, the sob that’d been caught in her chest erupting from her throat.

“Wha’ happened?”

If Harry recalls correctly, he remembers Y/N was completely smitten with that guy. It was as clear as day when she first introduced him, eyes brighter than Harry had ever seen. And Harry was courteous with the bloke. Made conversation when Y/N brought him to gatherings, but they were never really friends, per-se. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was either. Maybe because she’d stopped going to his, making the trip only once in a while and no longer staying at his when he asked. Maybe Harry was jealous because for the year or so they dated; he had to share Y/N with another man.  No, not maybe, definitely, but he’d never admit that.

Y/N wipes at her eye harshly, a tear already threatening to fall.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” And she’d kept walking along.

***

Harry presses his forehead to the shower wall, tile cool despite the temperature in the room due to the hot water. He remembers that day. It was the first time he’d seen her that broken. It was the first time he realized how fragile she really was.

He also remembers the night she’d revealed to him the reason for the breakup. It was the same night he’d confessed his love for her. They had been talking about everything and anything, and after Harry confessed that she was the reason for the lads’ teasing, she’d shyly mumbled 'y'know. That’s why my last relationship didn’t work out.’

He’d been confused at first, until she’d explained that her ex had become overbearing. He had compiled an endless, and frankly absurd, amount of reasons for why he thought she was cheating. He’d admitted that he was very wary of Harry. He’d insisted and insisted that surely Harry didn’t want just a friendship from Y/N. It’d started with 'a guy knows when another guy is into his girlfriend.’ Which turned into 'I see the way you two look at each other’ until it became everything he could talk about. She’d tried to explain more than once that it wasn’t at all like what he thought. That Harry and her were only friends. But of course that didn’t help. Not when her ex knew them before he’d expressed an interest in her, not when he saw them cuddling at gatherings, or sharing lingering glances.

She told Harry how she tried to make it work, tried to defuse the situation, but when her ex had gone banging on her flat door, drunk and in the mood to fight, is when she’d called it quits. She told Harry how she wasn’t going to stand for it, not after he’d yelled harsh words, accusing her of having an affair and calling her a whore.

Harry remembers it all because it was the same night he’d promised he’d never hurt her in any sort of way. He didn’t want to be the cause of her sadness.

But now here he is, in a position he could never have thought he’d be in.

He exits the bathroom to find his bedroom empty, curtains still closed, rays of light illuminating a picture of the both of them in its respective frame. He walks to the dresser to pull out a pair of briefs and shorts.

Meanwhile Y/N’s been sat quietly on the white, soft sofa. Telly background noise to her thoughts, a foot tucked under her knee and her hands clasped together on her lap.

Her head whips up when she hears footsteps nearing from behind to see Harry, damp hair and all making his way to her.

She says nothing, rather watches meticulously at the way his body moves, a hand running through his hair to push the wet strands slickly back, his nose scrunching for a second and his eyebrows knitting.

“What’re we watching?” He coughs into his fist before taking a seat next to her and giving her a small smile, his hand on her bare thigh.

It feels like she hasn’t heard his voice in a hot minute.

When she doesn’t answer, Harry turns his head to press a kiss to her temple, allowing his lips to linger and his eyes to close as he breathes in her scent.

“I love you, y'know tha’ right?” His thumb rubs her skin, state holding hers.

She’s somewhat relieved to hear that, but it doesn’t settle her worries fully.

She nods anyway.

“Love you, too.”

Don’t Look Behind You - Part 2

Part 1/  Part 3

Summary: Stiles saw you the first time when he was void and became insatiable of you. Even when Stiles was free from him, he still found himself pining over you and wanting you to be his.

Prompt belongs to the greatest @sincerelystiles (Link to the prompt)

Warning: Contains smut and everything coming along

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word count: 6854

A/N: It took way much time to finish this one!!! But I’m kinda proud? A lot of people asked for a part two so here it is! I’ll tag everyone that left a feedback on the first part, but sadly I can’t find the asks about it, so sorry I can’t tag everyone. If the notification of the tag only bothers you just tell me and I’ll remove it!! Thanks to @maddie110201 who’s always there to give me some motivation and awesome feedbacks! And help me. A lot. I love you.

Tags: @multilovee @rosecoloredshawn @iloveteenwolf24 @x-mitch-rapp-x @rememberstilinski @forevermieczyslaw @nerdyalienhybrid1987

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

I didn’t know how it ended like that. How I ended up in such a situation and how this situation could have such a denouement. My breath had been lost in my lungs for a long time, unable to breathe normally, I had to bend over and put my hands on my knees. It was burning, my chest was burning, my whole body emitting the heat all over me. I was so hot and my legs were soft just to have him so close to me, in the other room. I wanted him, so much it was uncontrollable. I had to do everything to stay calm, stay sane. Because I knew, if my skin were to be in any contact with his, he wouldn’t be the only one insatiable. I was losing my mind, I was confused and my ideas were no longer clear.

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