warmth of breath

I want to kiss her.

Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.

I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.

—  catlanta23

how long do you think it’s been since cassian last held someone, or was held? few months? years? over a decade maybe? this man’s family was killed when he was six and his only friend was a droid, i think it’s pretty safe to say it’s been awhile. there is so much bullshit here: like the way his eyes close slowly, savoring the feel of her, the weight and warmth. he breathes out, grips her tighter. the way she pulls him closer in response, the way they just ease together, like holding this person is the most natural thing they’ve ever done. GOD!!! what the fuck!!!!!!! this is bullshit. fuck diego luna and fuck lucasfilm

Worth the Wait- Poe Dameron

Word Count: 2385

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Prompt: “Why are you looking at me like that” and Poe and OC friends to lovers.

A/N: Give me more Poe. This was so fun to write…best friends to lovers is my fav trope of all time besides love/hate I think!


“You really don’t have to sit here, Poe,” I said, casting the pilot a look from over my shoulder. “You gotta be exhausted.”

He was sitting on an overturned crate, chin propped in one hand as he watched me work. A crooked grin tugged at one side of his mouth. “What? And leave my baby all alone with you?”

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, but as I turned back to his ship, a small smile was on my own lips. “Honestly your “baby” might be better off in my hands than yours. Considering all the pain you’ve caused it.” I shined my light into the fuselage, double checking my work.

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All I’ve got II pt. 5

Jungkook x reader

genre: ANGST, fluff, hints of smut, bestfriend!jungkook and tattooed!jungkook

word count: 11.6k

happy birthday to me


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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When She Gets Sleepy

- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -

I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!

Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.

AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr  ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”.  I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)

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Originally posted by scientists-and-stars

     Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days. 

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Byun Baekhyun//Batter Up

Summary: Byun Baekhyun is the star player of your college’s baseball team - plenty of people have a crush on him, and of course you do too. But you have one thing they don’t have: a quiet friend who can’t pick up her damn phone and a head full of air.
Scenario: baseball!au, fluff
Word Count: 4,353

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The First House 

Who Are You?

The first house or sign on the ascendant radiates potently across the zodiac spectrum. The star rising in the eastern horizon rises in the individual’s eyes, it’s the cosmic starburst we give others to taste. There is a spiritual emphasis with the first house. It symbolises the the soul’s dance as an ego, it’s ultimate expression. Self emanation, awareness, and identification becomes activated in the first house. It’s the light in the eye, and a deeply personal experience, diffused spontaneously and without hesitation. The twelfth house is where we hide, but we step into the sun of the first house and come to life. 

The first house qualities are like the hospital band you were given at birth. Astrologers consider the first house of significant importance, noting it’s angular house condition in our outlook and approach to life. Through the planetary interplays of the first house, we paint an “I”, and every dimension of life passes through this spectrum. Everybody has a sign on the first house cusp known as the ascending sign. Some people have a planet, or multiple planets in the first house, and these provide the colours that create the expression.

Originally posted by nothingbutassortedrandomthoughts


Sun in the 1st house / Leo ascending  royal and important, and the birth was deemed to be of significant importance because the individual knows he has a divine purpose on earth. there can be dominance, enthusiasm, joy, and creativity released here. 


Moon in the 1st house / Cancer ascending like the moon that shows her face and hides away, the individual is illuminated and yet withdrawn. there is a deep mystery here, and a tremendous maternal instinct. there may be difficulties with fluid retention


Mercury in the 1st house / Gemini ascending / Virgo ascending the bright light in the eye reveals a kindled and alert mind. a youthful expression emanates the curiosity, spirit, and flaws of the young. there is a nervous quality about the individual, and an unmissable intelligence 


Venus in the 1st house / Taurus ascending / Libra ascending beauty seems to diffuse from the individual naturally, like sequins across the sky. often there is a preoccupation with appearance and a feminine expression. strong likes and dislikes are indicated here, and there is a genial amiability that simply breathes warmth and harmony 


Mars in the 1st house / Aries ascending like a firecracker, the individual is impossible to miss. there is a vital, upfront, and spontaneous sunshine, and often a propensity to reveal things for how they see them. the individual is absolutely energizing 


Jupiter in the 1st house / Sagittarius ascending a bohemian, free spirited vibe evokes from the individual like incense. there is a well traveled mind that enjoys novelty and delving into the meaningful and symbolic dimensions of life. laughter seems to follow 


Saturn in the 1st house / Capricorn ascending the temperament can be melancholic on autopilot, however there is an incredible depth about the individual that is often too intense for the world. despite longing to connect, he may feel solitary and followed by shadows


Uranus in the 1st house / Aquarius rising the mind is a live wire here and the brightly lit eyes glisten like crystals, covering an intellect that follows inquisitive and intuitive leaps into imagination paradise. there is an offbeat individualism 


Neptune in the 1st house / Pisces rising every face of the cosmos is revealed in the individual, there are watery eyes that hold centuries of wisdom, eyes that seem like they still asleep and dreaming. the chameleon aspect here is prominent, and the individual can disappear into faces and energies


Pluto in the 1st house / Scorpio rising powerful reverence and rays of unconscious secrets hover from the individual and leave thick, resonant energies long after his body vanishes. there is something intimidating and yet soothing about the individual, it seems however, impossible to decode

-Cherry

[art: Snow White by Whitney Pollett]

Frost Breath | M

Amidst the hot springs, your clothes were stolen.

Originally posted by jjks

Note — The moment Sai told Naruto, “oh, it looks like you actually do have balls,” in the hot springs, I was inspired and..don’t look at me. | Words ➳ 6.1k

Genre & Warnings — Fluff, Humor, + smut. Enjoy.


A small stream of water drizzling down stones and pebbles sang into the night as your head was thrown back just the slightest, staring into the blinking stars splattered on the obsidian sky. Breathing in from your nose as you were mouth deep into the scorching water, steam erupts in certain areas as a cyan light emits from the floor of the spa.

Bubbles scurried around the surface of the water before bursting, and the palm trees and various bushes adorning the area danced within the wind — leaves rustling and harmonizing a wonderful tune. Closing your eyes, you listen to a group of ladies giggle as they emerge from the lava inducing waters, small sloshes and splashes heard until the haven was completely void of life.

And the hot spring was only dotted with you.

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☀️ Spell for Warmth in Winter ☀️

Materials:

  • Any stone associated with fire (e.g. amber, sunstone, fire opal).
  • A yellow/gold/orange/red candle.
  • Anything that YOU associate with fire/warmth.

Instructions:

  1. Take several deep, calming breaths and clear your mind before you begin.
  2. Light the candle and hold your hands close, feeling the warmth of the fire. Imagine the warmth spreading through your fingertips, up your arms, and into the rest of your body.
  3. Take a few moments to bask in the warmth. Feel the cold slipping away.
  4. Hold the stone of your choice (or substitute) over your heart. Keep your breathing slow and even as the warmth envelopes your body, fueled by the stone.
  5. Take as long as you’d like to bask in the warmth. Once you’re ready, blow out the candle.
  6. Keep your stone/object of choice with you on cold winter days to bring you some warmth! ☀️🔥🌟

Feel free to substitute any materials or tweak the process. Do whatever works for you!

#smut #cute af #nervous

Prompts: @bedtimebutterflies
Author: @queenofthyme

Dating Draco Malfoy still felt a little unreal to Harry. It seemed as if they went from rivals to lovers with nothing in-between, and Harry hadn’t been given the time to process it all.

There was no denying the energy between them - the way Harry could feel every cell in his body come to life at Draco’s touch, the way Draco melted into Harry’s. But there was something else too, something that Harry had been trying to work out since that first time Draco had pulled him in for a kiss. Something in Draco’s eyes - when he stared unflinching into Harry’s, his whispers - when he seduced Harry with his words alone, and his laugh - when he made Harry feel as if there could only ever be light in this world.

Harry still hadn’t quite worked out that something but it was beginning to play on his mind more and more.

Draco noticed.

“You’re distracted,” he pointed out, pulling his lips away from Harry’s neck which he had been showering with kisses. They’d skipped lunch in the Great Hall to sneak into an empty classroom together.

Harry leant his head back against the wall behind him. If only he knew what he was distracted by. “Don’t stop,” he said to Draco. Distraction or not, being kissed on the neck was a particular weakness of his, and he wasn’t about to give it up that easily.

“Your wish is my command,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, lips so close they brushed against his skin and he could feel the warmth of Draco’s breath. That alone was enough to make Harry shiver, but followed by frenzied kisses, sucking and grazing against the side of Harry’s neck, it lit Harry on fire.

Harry’s eyes closed of their own accord as he gave into the sensation. What did anything else matter when he felt like this?

Draco’s lips fell to the front of Harry’s neck, and sucked hard on his pulse point. Harry gasped at the unexpected pleasure. Draco was a master of drawing such sounds out of him.

Hands curled around Harry’s where they hung limply at his sides. Harry opened his eyes to find Draco staring right back at him.

“We don’t have to do this right now if you’re not in the mood,” Draco said gently, tracing identical patterns into Harry’s palms.

“What makes you think I’m not in the mood?” Harry asked, surprised. He hadn’t exactly been unreceptive to Draco’s attentions.

Draco intertwined their fingers, holding Harry’s hands up higher. “You’re usually a lot more hand-sy,” he said with a soft smile.

Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hands and swivelled the both of them around so he had Draco pinned to the wall. He held their hands against the wall by Draco’s head and pushed his hips forward, so Draco could feel how wrong he was. “Do you still think I’m not in the mood?” he asked.

Draco’s breathing had picked up and his heartbeat was so fast Harry could see the vein in his neck pulsing. He was mesmerised by the sight of it. Draco’s heartbeat. Draco’s heart. There was something on the tip of his tongue that he still couldn’t quite place.

“Harry?” Draco called out softly, bringing Harry back down. He must have been staring too long.

“Sorry,” Harry said, releasing Draco’s hands, “there’s just something - “ He paused, unsure how to finish. What something?

“Something?” Draco prompted, a hand coming up to push Harry’s long hair from his face. It flopped right back down but Draco kept repeating the motion anyway.

Harry couldn’t think. His mind was a jigsaw and he only ever had access to one puzzle piece at a time. Right now, he just wanted to feel the electricity again. He dropped to his knees and pulled at Draco’s trousers.

“Are you sure you - “ Draco started but faltered when Harry pulled his trousers and pants down and took his dick into his mouth without hesitation. “Harry.

Harry loved it when Draco said his name like that. There was need, appreciation, affection, urgency and patience all in the one word. And Harry was more than happy to deliver. He wanted to give Draco everything, and right now that included the best fucking blowjob he’d ever received.

Harry hadn’t any experience prior to dating Draco but that didn’t matter now. He didn’t need to know what it was like to suck someone else’s dick. He only needed to know that Draco liked it when he swirled over his tongue over the tip. That Draco liked it when Harry moaned around him. That Draco loved it when Harry stared right into his eyes as he sucked him off.

And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Draco was coming into Harry’s mouth, making the most delectable sounds as he did - if Harry was any less experienced, he might have come in his pants at the sound of Draco’s orgasm alone.

But that was nothing to the sound after. When Harry had swallowed the last of Draco’s cum, Draco giggled. Harry stood up quickly to take in the sight as well as the sound. Draco’s face was soft and light, his lips split wide into the very corners of his cheeks as he laughed.

Draco always laughed after he came. It was strange but endearing. Harry wanted to hold onto that laughter for as long as Draco would let him. Hold it in his heart, so he could carry that lightness with him everywhere he went.

Oh.

That something finally clicked. Everything had fallen into place all on its own and Harry was only just seeing it for what it was. He stared at Draco, the laughter still echoing in his ears.

Oh.

Everything had been easy for them from the start. They moved together perfectly as if in a dance. Each step as natural as the first. But this, finally, this, was something difficult. Something that made Harry feel sick at the thought of saying it, at the thought of the consequences if he had misjudged the situation, at the thought of rejection. But even sicker at the thought of not saying it, like if he didn’t let it out, it would come up forcefully all on its own whether Harry was ready or not.

Harry breathed in, looked into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, and decided it was worth it. That Draco was worth it. He’d finally found the words for what he’d been feeling for so long.

“I love you.”

more like this l @queenofthyme 

Kiss Me Not

-Part 1- 

( A little bit of world-building. This is an au so a few, tiny things are different)

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au


When Cho went to kiss him sniffling and grieving, her cheeks stained with tears, it was if they both hit an invisible wall in the air. A pressure that grew as they got closer and pushed them away from each other. The closest Cho got to him was about three inches then she pulled back with a shaky laugh.

“Figures,” she smiled weakly and reached out a hand to pat his shoulder and then dropped it as she stepped back, “See you around.”

Harry immediately went and told Ron and Hermione.

Ron grimaced, “Oooh, tough luck there, mate.”

Harry frowned at him, “What do you mean?”

Hermione cocked her head thoughtfully as she set her quill down, “I’ve read about this… Sometimes a witch or wizards magical signature is so completely incompatible with another that they repel one another like… magnets. You know how when they’re opposite poles the magnets stick together but the same pole repel and you can’t even push them together? It’s like that.”

“But then, I wouldn’t be able to touch her at all? I’ve touched Cho… her arm, I’m pretty sure I’ve touched her arm,” Harry said in confusion.

“Well, that’s the very interesting thing about it, you see, our magic is quite sedate most of the time unless we’re using it to cast or when we’re very agitated- that’s where spontaneous uncontrolled magic comes from,” Hermione said, spreading her hands as she became more engaged in the subject, “and when you’re about to do something like… kiss someone you really fancy-” 

Harry flushed.

“-your heart rate picks up and you get nervous and you magic gets agitated. Our bodies are really quite bad at telling the difference between good, excited nervous and more life threatening bad nervous. It only really affects you when you’re really close to someone as well, so it’s not really that noticeable a majority of the time.”

“Oh…” Harry said blankly.

“Don’t worry,” Ron reassured him, “It’s really rare to be that repelled.”

Hermione nodded in agreement, “It’s like- in a sample size of- of a thousand people, you’ll be slightly repelled from four or five and strongly repelled by only one, at the most.”

Ron added, “And it’s not all bad. If you find someone you’re a really good match with it’s like- like amazing, the best thing ever. True love and all. My mum and dad are like that.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Hermione said.

Ron nodded, “Yeah, there’ll be others.”

Harry nodded too, trying not to dwell on what had happened.



When he tried to kiss Ginny in the common room, with everyone cheering and celebrating, they got so close he could feel the warmth of her breath ghost across his lips. It was brief and no one saw that they really hadn’t kissed. Ginny tried to hide her confusion and disappointment but Harry could see it all the same. It probably looked quite like his own expression.

They tried again in private later but it was even worse, likely because they were more nervous. Ginny gave him a sad smile and left to be alone. He heard that she spent the next couple days in the Ravenclaw tower with Luna. Ron was mad at him for breaking his sister’s heart and Harry didn’t have it in him to explain what had happened. 

He felt like it was his fault and he was entirely certain he had the worst luck in the world.



After the war was a time for new beginnings. Life could only get better and Harry was certain his magical signature being incompatible with people was because of Voldemort’s horcrux being inside him. Or perhaps it was a case of not kissing enough people.

When he and all his friends went out drinking and having fun that summer he made a point, once he had enough drunken courage, to try and kiss someone. It didn’t even matter who. He just wanted to find someone he didn’t bounce off of like he was wearing a fish tank on his head. Each time he tried, it got a little easier to try again. Until it got to the point where he’d try to kiss everyone in the bar who’d let him.

He got close a few times, like he had with Ginny, but for most, he would feel the push back before he was even six inches off. Luna kissed his cheek once when she caught him off guard, it was a very sweet friendly kiss. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about how the first and maybe only time he’d ever felt lips on his skin was from a friend.

He went back to Hogwarts with Hermione and Ron to finish his schooling, for their “eighth year”. McGonagall was very big on inter-house unity. All the teachers would lavishly praise and give house points to anyone so much pausing to pick up a dropped parchment for a classmate from another house. The effort resulted in much embarrassment all around. There was no bullying, but most houses kept to themselves. Perhaps, that was why McGonagall allowed all the eighth and seventh years have a party.

Like the good teenagers they were, there was a great deal of illicit alcohol involved and very little self-control.


Part 1 (you are here!) ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~  Part 4 ~  Part 5 ~  Part 6 ~  Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~  Part 9  ~  Part 10  ~  Part 11  ~ Part 12 ~  Part 13 ~  Part 14 ~  Part 15  ~  Part 16  ~  Part 17 ~  Part 18Part 19 ~ Part 20 ~  Part 21 ~  Part 22 ~  Part 23 ~ Part 24  ~

Unpredictable | Stanley Uris

rating: t (for language)
pairing: stanley uris x fem!reader  
requested: Hii, could you please do an imagine where the reader is Richie’s twin sister and she is as smartass/trashmouth as him but more on the flirty side to Stan (bc she secretly likes him) and always does things like be super touchy and try to kiss him as a joke just to piss him off until one day he grabs her face and kisses her in front of everyone? Sorry if this was long, I love your writing!


His head turns to the side, attempting to avert the others gazes, but the sudden rosiness of his cheeks gives him away. You chuckle, pretty damn satisfied with yourself. “Geez, Stan, I didn’t know you liked me that much.” You state, earning a snort from Beverly and an eye roll from Ben. As usual, Stan remains silent, obviously annoyed with your constant teasing. You probably annoyed him more than Richie, and that in itself was saying a lot. The only difference was that you took the teasing to a more flirtatious level. Truth be told, you were good at making Stan Uris blush. Watching him become flustered and cheeks turn bright red was somewhat rewarding. It was the fact that you had that effect on him. No one else, only you. You were the only person in Derry that could make Stan Uris become flustered and embarrassed, and you loved it. 

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Bello Magazine Photo Shoot - Cody Christian Drabble

Word Count: 850

Warning: Implied smut descriptions 😉, also, not proof read. I was too eager to get this posted, so sorry for any errors, ha.

Author’s Note: For all the Cody Christian fans who got extremely thirsty after seeing all of Cody’s photos and videos from his Bello Magazine photo shoot, this one is for you. 

[My Teen Wolf Master LIst]

I saw Cody walking towards the photographer, slowly undoing the sleeves of his jacket before he took it off. Except, he didn’t take it off completely. He pulled it off from his shoulders. My eyes immediately landed on his broad and tight chest. Then, my eyes trailed along the curve of his abs, before following down to his happy trail. I bit my lip, wanting to touch him with gentle feather-like touches, tracing every beautiful curve of his body as my lips kissed every inch of his tanned body with small butterfly kisses.

I licked my lips as my eyes landed on Cody’s tight pants, showing off his sexy thick legs. I knew how hard he had been working out at the gym lately, how focused he is about taking care of himself and eating right. It was paying off. Boy, was it paying off. Suddenly, I felt for stupid getting after him for spending more time at the gym than with me. Now, I’m all for supporting his gym life.

My eyes slowly wondered back up, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to him. I wanted to lightly run my nails along his sides, just under his rib cage, knowing it absolutely drove him crazy. I wanted to lick, bite, suck that sweet spot of his on his neck and just behind his ear as I rolled my hips against his. All before I’d undo his belt, remove his pants and underwear, and slowly ride him with my hands on his chest, enjoying the soft yet tight skin under my palms as he dug his fingers on my hips.

I closed my legs together, trying to ignore the pool of wetness forming between my thighs as I looked up at Cody. He looked away from me and back at the camera with a teasing smile as he pulled the jacket back on, leaving it open to expose his bare chest. I knew that teasing smile. I had been busted.

Cody leaned towards the photographer as directed when I stood up from his chair and headed towards his trailer. I couldn’t stay another minute. If I did, I knew it would only leave me with a pair of soaked panties and completely frustrated.

“Lunch time!” The photographer yelled out. I overheard him say something, but I was too far to make out what he was instructing to Cody and his crew.

I opened the door to Cody’s trailer and leaned against the wall by the door, trying to catch my breath and clear my mind from the impure thoughts. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, which was getting calmer by the second.

My eyes flew wide open when the door opened. Cody walked in and closed the door behind him. He turned around to see me, surely completely flustered, hot, and bothered. He locked the door and smirked at me. I looked down and noticed he was still wearing that stupid jacket opened and those stupid tight pants. I bit my lip, trying to fight back a moan.

Cody leaned in and placed a hand against the wall, beside my head. His nosed brushed against mine, the warmth of his breath fanning against my lips. I licked my lips before biting the bottom one once again.

“I saw you…” his voice was so deep and low. “Tell me, what were you thinking?”

“How badly I wanted to rip that jacket off myself,” I purred as I quickly removed his jacket, letting my hands roamed every inch of his body before my nails trailed down his sides.

Cody closed his eyes and groaned as he placed his other hand on the wall to steady himself, now trapping me with his arms. “What else, kitten?”

I loved it when he called me kitten.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his sweet spot. “How badly I wanted to take these pants off,” I said between kisses as my lips moved down his neck and across his collarbone.

Cody hummed in approval as I traced his happy trail with one of my fingernails before unbuttoning his pants. “Are you sure we have time for this?” I whispered against his lips.

He nodded. “Hour lunch and I have to change out of these clothes.”

I smirked as I slowly pulled the zipper from his pants down and began palming his hardened member. “An hour lunch, uh?”

He growled as his hands slid behind my ass and lifted me up from behind my knees, guiding me to wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a small squeal as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Cody’s hand went back to my ass, cupping them before he squeezed them. I clung on to him as he held me against the wall. His hands began unbuttoning my shorts before he slid his hand down the front of my shorts. I gasped as his fingers slid between my wet slick folds. “And I know exactly what I’m eating for lunch,” he growled lowly before he crashed lips with mine.

low temperatures - steve h.

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

warnings: being really really cold 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

summary: per your mother’s wishes, Jonathan was supposed to drive you home from school. Without your mother’s knowledge, he’s been forgetting to do so pretty often lately. Today, instead of walking home, you decided freezing to death is easier. Steve Harrington decides otherwise. 

word count: 1132

a/n: I originally ended to make this a multiple part thing but then I got a better series idea and just yasss. also this is the first stranger things fit I’ve ever done so please please please go easy on me 


You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself in a desperate attempt for warmth, watching as your breath clouded in the cold. Your ride was late. Actually, correction; your ride had forgotten they even were your ride. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him for it.

You and Jonathan weren’t exactly friends to begin with. It wasn’t that you hated each other it was just… acquaintances suited the two of you best. If it wasn’t for your mother always trying to push you two together, you questioned the fact that you two would even talk to each other at all. Not to mention, you wouldn’t have been in this mess right now, either. Regardless of how many times you objected this to your mother and insisted that he’d rather be with someone like Nancy, her and Ms. Byers both insisted that Jonathan driving you to school in the winter was simply the best decision, even though you had your own car. Ms. Byers called it being “safe,” while you mother hoped it would “spark something.”

Yet here you were, resorting to sitting on the sidewalk of the Hawkins High School parking lot defeatedly. To say that you were only a little upset over your current situation was an understatement. Maybe it was the cold, or the fact that this was the third time this has happened this week, but you were on the verge of tears. Instead of doing what you did the last two times and walking home, you figured if you sat here longer enough either one of two things would happen. A.) You’d freeze to death, or B.) Someone would realize you were gone and come get you.

But before another numbing thought could slip into your mind, a car pulled up near where you were sat as the driver slowly rolled the window down.

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Morning Dew (Ethan)

Summary: You have an adventurous day in with your boyfriend that consists of a lot of sleeping, bed-lounging and eating.
Word Count: 2,095
Warnings: Fluffiness and laziness. Also, lots of cute banter.
A/N: This idea just flitted across my mind and me being me, I just couldn’t resist writing it. This is heavily inspired by the tweets from Chrissy Teigen and John Legend where they spend the whole day in bed. I love them. - THIS IS NOT EDITED.


Everybody knew that Ethan Dolan was a morning person. And not one of those who would get up at the ass crack of dawn and instantly run around like child on adderall. But he didn’t like wasting his days with just stretching under the covers, he actually wanted to make his days count.

Which is why, you barely reacted when you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You didn’t know how early it was, but it was early enough for you to still feel sluggish and tired, like you hadn’t had your full eight hours of sleep.

“Babe,” You heard him murmur into the silent room, the warmth of his breath hitting your exposed skin, making it pebble. “Come on, get up.”

You made an indignant sound from the back of your throat, burying your cheek even deeper into the pillow as you drew your eyebrows together in a displeased scrunch. Ethan touched your shoulder, letting his fingers skim across your skin before they stopped their journey.

“Baby.” He was whining now, and you hated to admit it but his voice sounded extra sexy with how raspy it was from sleep and lack of use.

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Do we turn you on? (Muke threesome)

Summary: Your best friends pick up on the fact that the both of them make you insanely horny (i can’t do summaries okay i suck)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: This is smut! Luke assumes ‘dom’ position and they all have a threesome ;) 

There’s a little bit of NSFW above the ‘keep reading’ line!

A/N: I’m such a slut for muke I’m surprised this is my first threesome with them? Let’s just say I let my imagination run pretty wild haha :) enjooooy!

Originally posted by ariana527

Michael’s warm fingertips trail across your upper arm, the heat causing goosebumps to pebble across your sensitive skin. As you’re sitting so close to the boy, you can smell the deep musky scent of his aftershave and feel a tug of desire to lean across and smash your lips against his.

You would if you weren’t in a room with your other best friend.

Luke’s leaning against a white wall, his blond hair tousled into loose curls. You take a moment to admire his wide stance before your attention drifts to his fingers curled around his phone. So many night you’ve spent - in the crowd at one of their shows - watching his fingers work magic on his guitar.

You’ve always wondered what they’d feel like inside you.

You imagine they’d be nimble: Luke always brags about his ability to twirl his fingers at perfect angles. But at the same time, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d move quickly, immediately establishing his dominance before proceeding to bend you over a table.

“Did you just moan?”

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fluffilyangsty  asked:

Hi I had a horrible day Bc some creep tried to get me into his car and idk it was a whole mess but I just want a pick me up. I know you're super busy, but if you feel like it, could you write me a seungcheol au to cheer up?

lmao men r the worst but people wanted a enemies-to-lovers thing for him so here you go 
other versions: hoshi 

  • seungcheol is a bit of a,,,,,vigilante in your neighborhood
  • at least that’s what other people see him as
  • riding around on his bike, multiple piercings, tattoo sleeve, slicked back hair and ripped up jeans
  • everyone is always gushing about how ‘cool’ and ‘stylish’ he is and how he’s never done anything BAD,,,,,,,,he does graffiti and tells jerks off when they bother kids
  • like isn’t that just so cute??? he probably helps old ladies cross the street or something!!!!
  • but you,,,,,,, don’t believe it. like you’ve never SEEN him help anyone with their groceries or rescue cats stuck in trees like c’mon 
  • tbh you’re half convinced seungcheol started those stories about himself to gain some kind of credibility to pick up girls 
  • so everytime you see him,,,,,,and he flashes that million dollar smile at you
  • you just look deadpan the other way because ha. you’re not falling for that
  • and it isn’t like seungcheol hasn’t noticed,,,,,,oh he’s noticed alright 
  • asking around town who you are and what your thing with him is and everyone’s just like shrugging because???? they don’t know you
  • but also,,,,,,seungcheol can’t take it - the way you look uninterested,,,,,,and cute,,,,,,,whenever he passes by
  • and even when one afternoon he pretends to pull in around the corner, braking his bike just in time to stop himself beside you
  • he leans forward over the handles, looking like he has something to say, and you just flick his forehead and go “watch it.”
  • ,,,,,,,,,,you’re the person of his dreams and seungcheol cannot believe you don’t have one inKLING of interest in him
  • not until he sees you late on evening, coming home listening to what looks like music and as per usual his smile doesn’t catch your attention 
  • and he’s about to bike off when he sees that there’s a group of whistling older people crowded around your block
  • one of them yells something out and you don’t look like you hear it but then seungcheol notices the person leave the group and start heading your way
  • out on instinct, he turns his bike around and peddles back up the hill slowing only when he’s beside you and you stop on the sidewalk
  • pulling your earphones out to give him the same unamused gaze when suddenly seungcheol is motioning for you to get on the handlebars
  • and you’re like “what the hell are yo-”
  • but the person is getting closer and seungcheol is like “c’mon, ill give you a ride home. it’s dark.”
  • you cross your arms and look at him like,,,,,is he being serious
  • but seungcheol’s eyes dart to the person and then to you and he’s like “i know you don’t like me, i don’t know what it is but trust me - do this and ill leave you alone forever.”
  • the prospect sounds promising and you decide that a free ride home isn’t the WORST thing in the world
  • so seungcheol lets you sit on his handlebars and carefulyl starts peddling away
  • when suddenly you hear a persons loud voice yell for you two “kids” to come back and that they want to “play” with one of you in particular
  • which slowly,,,,,,to your horror as seungcheol peddles faster,,,,,,you realize is you
  • and thankfully seungcheol is strong and getting you home on his bike takes no less than ten minutes and when you’re there he tells you quickly, voice shaking that you need to go inside
  • ,,,,,,,,you know why now,,,,,,,that he gave you the ride and why he still looked so frigthened, nothing like the usual smug smirk on his face
  • but you can’t just leave him,,,,out here and you’re like “come inside???” and he’s like “i can’t, ill bike hom-”
  • and you’re like “let’s go i can sneak you in”
  • and,,,,,,,,that’s how you end up with seungcheol,,,,,,the boy you’d never thought you’d let near you,,,,,,sitting in your bedroom peering out the window to the street in case that group of people came back around
  • and nervously,,,,you stand by your door and pick at your nails and think oh no,,,what if they comeback and seungcheol isn’t there,,,,
  • but maybe,,,,you’ve said your thought outloud because seungcheol turns around and goes “ill,,,,,,,,ill be there when i can. ill protect you.”
  • you look up and you see the way his dark eyes flash with sincerity and you’d never noticed this before but,,,,,,,,,,,
  • seungcheol is handsome,,,,,,,,
  • handsome and yet somehow,,,,,so lovely with soft looking lips and eyes accentuated by long lashes
  • and you’re like no no not the time to be falling in love ,,,,,,
  • but seungcheol turns to look back to the window,,,,his piercings and sharp profile making you stare more than you want
  • and before you know it you step closer and you’re like
  • “you said,,, that you’d leave me alone forever if i got on your bike” 
  • seungcheol nods, but doesn’t turn around
  • hesitantly you reach out and take his hand in yours,,,,this prompting him to look back and you go
  • “,,,,,,,,,if it’s ok,,,,,,please don’t leave me alone,,,,,,”
  •  you can’t believe it,,,the words coming out of your mouth,,,,,but seungcheol something about him is safe and grounding
  • and you’ve tasted that and you don’t want to let it go
  • seungcheol squeezes your hand in yours,,,pulling you a bit so you end up face to face and he’s like “i won’t,,,,,,”
  • you can feel the breeze from the open window mixed with the warmth of seungcheol’s breath and you think kissing him right now —- sounds like the wrong thing to do but it feels really right ,,,,,,,,,,,
  • bonus: you kiss him and seungcheol damn near falls out the window with happiness but also yeah he has to actually sneak out the window to get out of your house gklfdjs
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Originally posted by marorra

This one is dedicated to @onceuponagladerhead, @noones-girl1980 and that one anon who said they wanted it I appreciate you guys so here it is

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her

Warnings: INAPPROPRIATE – THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IF YOU KEEP READING YOU CAN EXPECT SIN AND IMPLIED SMUT (nothing vivid but v implied) IF THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU’RE INTO THEN RUN FAST AND RUN FAR MY DEAR FRIEND (also swearing but that’s the least of the sin in here)

A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it 

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Why Do You Hate Me?

Bucky x Reader Smut Fic

Warnings: pure smutty teasing


“What’s up, Steve?” You glanced around the interrogation room in the Tower. “Why’d you want to meet up so early?”

“Just wanted to go over our tactic for this guy coming in.” Steve eyed you carefully. “Make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Punch him if he doesn’t talk.” You sat down in what was to be his chair. “Tighten the restraints if he refuses.” Steve nodded, hands behind his back. “Then do whatever we need to get the information out of him.”

“That’s correct.” Steve pulled a switch out of his pocket and flipped it on. “I’m sorry to have to do this.”

Metal restraints folded over your wrists and ankles and held you in place. Your eyes shifted to Steve as you squirmed in the uncomfortable chair. Steve sat the switch on the table and gave you his best apologetic smile. 

“You can’t keep running out of the room when Bucky enters, (Y/N).” Steve bit his lip and smiled wearily. “And when you two are in a room together, you turn your inner air conditioner down and become ice cold.”

“Steve…” You growled and yanked on the restraints. “Let me go.”

“Not until you two talk.” Steve turned on his heels and swung the door open.

Bucky walked, a smirk plastered on his face, and you froze. Your face went dark and your stare hardened; butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Steve left you alone with Bucky. You hated him.

He fiddled with the switch in silence while leaning up against the table. He eyed you carefully, taking in every inch of your body. His smirk grew as he noticed your hardened nipples through your tank top; you were braless. He kept his mouth shut.

“Let me go, Barnes.” You grumbled the words. “Now.”

“No.” He spoke calmly. “I want to know why you hate me.”

“There are a lot of reasons why I hate you.” Your stare didn’t waver. “We would be here all day if I listed them all.”

“Then just summarize.” He continued smiling. “The more we bicker, doll, the longer you’re stuck alone in a room with me.”

“You’re a womanizing, arrogant, old ass, murdering, son of a bitch who walks around like he owns the place.” You spat the words at him. “You get to do whatever the fuck you want because you’re Steve’s best friend and Steve’s word is the highest. You don’t have to fill out paperwork, go on missions you don’t want to, hell, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Bucky sat the switch down and walked towards you. He rested his hands onto of the metal restraints and leaned down to eye level. “You’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” Your heart rate increased at the close proximity. “I’m angry.”

“See…” His eyes searched yours tentatively. “I don’t think you’re angry, doll. I think you’re confused.”

“About what?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and pouted your lips. “What could I possibly be confused about?”

“I think…” He leaned forward and brought his lips to your ear, just close enough to feel the warmth of his breath and nothing else. “That you might just like me.”

“What the fuck would make you think that?” You squirmed in your seat instinctively. 

“Two nights ago…” He spoke slowly, drawing out each word with precision. “I took a nice midnight stroll around the halls…” You were sure he could hear the rapid pace of your heart in your chest. “And I came to your room.” You gulped, you knew damn well what he was leading up to. “Behind your door, I could hear the almost inaudible sounds of you moaning, whimpering, and begging, something I never thought I’d hear from you.” His lips brushed your ear. “At first, I thought you had a guy over and I started to walk away. I got about two steps passed your door when I heard my name sneak out of those beautiful lips of yours.” You bit your lip and closed your eyes. “You were moaning, whimpering, begging, and chanting my name while you were touching yourself.” He pulled away and stood up straight. “That’s why I think you might just like me.”

You were at a loss for words. Your eyes dropped to the ground and you remained silent. You thought over possible snarky responses, but your mind was blank. He was right, you liked him.

“And what if I did just happen to like you?” You refused to look up from the floor.

“I’d have to punish you for treating me so poorly because you couldn’t admit your feelings.” His words came out cold and you raised your eyes. The smirk was still there. “It’d only be fair, you know, given a number of times you brushed me off and treated me like shit.”

“And what kind of punishment would it be?” You couldn’t stop your words. “If I were to admit, you know, that I might just like you?”

Bucky watched you carefully, his blue eyes piercing your own. He stepped quietly behind you, hands resting in his pockets. He dropped his head and whispered in your ear, “May I touch you?” You nodded.

His hands rested firmly on your shoulders before he began massaging them. You sighed deeply at the contact and dropped your head back, hitting his stomach. Your eyes closed, not wanting to know if he could see the pleasure growing on your face just from a massage. A deep chuckle vibrated his body and his hands lowered to your clavicles. 

“Well, a naughty girl gets a naughty punishment.” His hands dipped lower, hovering over your breasts. “Maybe I’d trap you before a mission, when I know you’ll be stuck with the team.” His fingers brushed your hardened nipples through the fabric of your shirt. “Pin you up against the wall…” He lifted the front of your shirt behind your head, exposing your breasts. “Slip my hand down those tight pants of yours…” His thumbs circled your nipples. “Tease that needing cunt of yours with a few flicks and circles to your clit…”

“Bucky…” You bit your lip to silence yourself.

“What? You like it when I talk about punishing you?” He lowered himself down and buried his face in your neck, drawing hickeys to the surface of your skin. “When I talk about getting you all wet and needy with my fingers?” His hands slithered down to your shorts and unbuttoned them. “Would you like that? Not being able to touch yourself for weeks on end?” His flesh hand traced the waistband of your panties. “Or would you touch yourself? Sneak off and curl two of your delicate fingers inside of yourself? Would you do that with the team members there? Where you could easily get caught fucking yourself?” His hand slipped underneath your panties and grazed your clit. “Could you be quiet enough? Your moaning, the sounds of your fingers working your aching cunt, the scream you want to let loose when you cum…” 

“F-Fuck…” Your eyes opened and you saw Bucky looked at you; he was waiting. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He spoke quietly. “To dip my fingers inside of you and abuse that throbbing g-spot of yours until you’re begging me to cum?”

“Yes.” You breathed out the word and licked your lips. “Please.” You sounded desperate and you hated it, but, fuck, you wanted him, you wanted him to touch you, to feel just how wet you were, to fuck you. You craved him.

“Then I guess you’re going to have to wait until after you get back from your next mission.” Bucky removed his hand and backed away, flipping the switch to your chair before leaving. 

You sat in a complete mess in the chair; your panties soaked, breasts exposed, hickey’s blatantly visible on your neck. You lowered your shirt and buttoned your shorts, disbelief taking over. No, that couldn’t have just happened. I just imagined the entire thing. I’m just laying in bed asleep right now and I’m going to wake up any second. Yeah, this is just a wet dream. I don’t even have any missions coming up, this has to be a dream. Come on, (Y/N), wake up. 

Sam popped his head in and eyed you carefully. “You ready?”

“For what?” You collected yourself and stood from your chair, praying he couldn’t see how much of a mess you were.

“Barnes cancelled and said you’d take his spot on today’s mission. We’ll only be gone for a few days, a week at the latest.” 

“What?” You furrowed your brows. 

“C’mon, we’re running late as it is.” Sam waved you on.

You stepped out of the room and followed Sam down the hallway. You passed Bucky and Steve standing together. Bucky pulled out his phone and caught your eye; he winked before turning his attention back to his friend. Your phone vibrated.

“I may not have pinned you up against the wall, but leaving you begging works just as well.”


A/N: Lots of people voted for Bucky in my most recent “Pick a Pairing” post and so here you guys go!

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jungkook scenario | butterflies

Originally posted by bottomkookie

prompt: We’ve had this tradition as besties to have a sleepover once a year but this year….it feels different…were your pajamas always this cute??…did I always have butterflies???

pairing: jungkook x reader

requested by @imshalida | 700 words | fluff


Jungkook can’t ignore it. The butterflies are back. They clutter his stomach, they clog his chest, and he wishes they would just let him sleep.

But it’s three in the morning, and he’s lying awake, and lying to himself that he isn’t in love with you.

Squashed beside you in the single bed you had to share, because, as you put it ‘we’ve been doing this for eight years, Jungkook, we can’t break tradition now’, there’s no way Jungkook’s sleeping with this raucous being raised inside him – the main perpetrator: his heat, a traitor when it comes to keeping his feelings quiet.

This wasn’t meant to happen. Like you said: ‘You’ve been doing this for eight years.’ The stars and moon know that isn’t the first time he’s laid beside you, body heat melding beneath the blankets. Normally, he’d fall to dreaming as soon as his head hit the pillow, swallowed up by your warmth, lulled by your breathing – at peace, knowing you were safe and sound beside him. So why have the butterflies unsettled from their slumber to barge about in his bloodstream? Why now? Hmm? Why now?

With all these questions grinding through his brain, he can’t rest, can’t shut his eyes. As you move in your sleep, foot brushing his leg and setting off alarm bells in his head, he begins to wonder if it’s possible to die from an imploding heart. At least then he could rest in peace.

Death won’t come though. Not yet. Even when you’re sound asleep, you’re determined to keep Jungkook’s heart beating, and beating fast, as, sighing, you shift again, and with a ruffling of blankets your arm falls across his chest. Which disturbs the butterflies. They flutter up to Jungkook’s throat. Maybe if he just said it, they’d leave him alone. If he just whispered it to the dark and night – it crawls to his tongue, ready to leap off into the abyss where it can never be taken back. ‘I love you’. ‘I love you’. You’re asleep. You’ll never hear it. Just say it. Deep breath. And-

You interrupt him with a groan and a murmur, and the moment drifts away. Of course, your habit of sleep talking springs up at the worst time. Jungkook can hear your lips moving in the dark, just an inch from his ear, hear the wet snap as they open and close, barely audible words spilling out.

This is a good distraction for him; it gets him out of his own love-panicked mind, and reminds him that you’re still his best friend – the one he’s shared eight sleepovers with, who he’s binge watched Disney movies with, whose vomit he’s helped clean when you gorged on too many chocolate buttons, who he’s sneaked out of the house with at two thirty AM to try and buy beer using your older sister’s ID. You’re not an untouchable, cast-in-gold angel and Jungkook shouldn’t be uncomfortable or stricken any time your skin connects with his. No. You’re just his best friend, with cute butterfly pyjamas and drool on your chin. The best friend he loves. 

But no matter how much he loves you, he isn’t going to let this moment pass by. With a smile, he reaches out a hand from the duvet, feeling at the bedside table for his phone, ready for blackmailing. The white light from the screen blinds him for a second before he opens the voice recording app, just in time to capture you mumbling the words:

“Jungkook. I love you.”

Jungkook feels hot and cold at once. He needs to take a deep breath and remind himself that you’re asleep, that it means nothing. Still, as his phone repeats the snippet of your voice: “Jungkook. I love you. Jungkook. I love you.” he can’t stop grinning.

“I love you too,” he whispers.

In the dark, he doesn’t see you smile.


a drabble from the ‘excuses to share a bed with bts’ series > click here to read more