whenever i breathe out you breathe in

Insomnia (M)

Prompt: 💕+ Tae +“You have to be very very quiet, the others are around.”

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: moaning denial, dirty talk, fingering, Dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught

Notes: For my 3k present <3  2k Words

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

There was complete silence in the dorm room of the two 95 liners, nothing to be seen since darkness enveloped the area as soon as the clock struck eleven. It had taken only a little time to get adjusted to the black, silhouettes easily spotted due to the light coming from the green digital clock on the bedside table which separated two queen-sized beds.

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A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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Problem Solved

Originally posted by jisatsusakuru

Problem Solved
[When your problem has a simple solution. Christian is more than happy to help you solve it│Christian Yu.]
Rated: Mature

Christian was editing a new video as per usual. These days if he wasn’t in the field filming, he was hauled up in his room editing for hours on end. You found yourself cuddled on his bed with his dog Lori by your side as you read. It was probably a solid two hours before either of you had said a word. Just working in the comfortable silence and welcoming the atmosphere.

You’d known Christian for practically your whole life. You moved to Sydney as a kid and grew up on the same block as him. A few years later he moved to Seoul to become an idol, and you didn’t hesitate to pick a college there.

Here you were years after graduation and still living in this beautiful city with your best friend.

“Hey what are you doing tonight?” you asked, absently flipping the page of the magazine, while scratching the back of Lori’s ear.

“Hm? Probably hitting up a Pub or a club tonight with Scott and the guys” he clicked away on his mouse, splicing the video.

“…Is Dabin going?”

“Dunno, why?”

“Just curious, that’s all.”

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Langst Fic Idea Part 3!

A part 3? Why yes indeed it’s the part 3. You guys have finally satiated my thirst for validation, thus I give to you this… thing. 

Part 1 & Part 2

Enjoy! (not edited whatsoever. Sorry :) )

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Dominantly Gentle

Originally posted by amjeth


Warnings: Alpha Bucky, smut talk, one or two swear words,hot shit

Summary: Bucky is frustrated during the rut season and he has a thing for hi bestie. A possible part 2. Feedabck is good.

The Stark tower was a huge tower full of alphas and nearly no omegas with you as the exception. Sure, going into heat was hard even though you could choose one or more of the alphas to help you out , but the real challenge was always the rut season of the alphas. Usually when the season came, you would lock yourself in your room with snacks and only get out while there were betas or other omegas around.

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Dear Mags

[Also on AO3 in my one-shot collection Mean Peach Mojito]

She finds the first one when she’s at the DMV.

She’s been here for hours. She’s finished her book. She’s swiped an abandoned newspaper and solved half of the crossword before she gets stuck. She’s too proud to text Alex for help, so now she’s just opening and closing all the apps on her phone, aimlessly trying to pass the time without going ballistic about how slow this process is.

She opens her notes app, and about halfway down the screen, tucked between old grocery lists and weekend to-do lists and her list of books to read, she sees a note that starts with “Dear Mags.”

And she’d have remembered writing a note to herself. She scrunches up her face as she clicks on it.

“Dear Mags,” it says, “I don’t know when you’re going to find this. You’re about to get on a plane to Texas for that alien policing conference.” Maggie’s eyes widen a little as her nose wrinkles in confusion. That was a couple months ago, just a few weeks after she and Alex had kissed for the first time.

And the only person who calls her Mags – the only person with access to her phone – is Alex.

Dread drops, hot and dense, into her gut. It can’t be a breakup note, right? Not a breakup note, not from months ago, not just tucked into her notes app? That would be insane, Maggie knows that, but her heart is both frozen up in her throat and roiling down in her gut as her eyes fly over the screen.

“I know we haven’t been together very long, but there’s something I want you to know. I’m not sure when is the right time to tell you, so I’m chickening out by writing it here. Just know, whenever you see this, that it was true when I wrote it and I know it’s true today when you’re reading it.”

Maggie holds her breath as her thumb moves, both too quickly and not nearly quickly enough, to scroll down the page.

“I love you.”

Maggie tries to release her air, but her breath stutters.

They haven’t said it yet.

She’s wanted to for a while, but she hasn’t had the guts to do it.

And fucking Alex Danvers had the guts months ago.

“Just wanted you to know. I love you, beautiful girl. Come back soon. I miss you already.”

And now Maggie’s crying in the DMV.

An older black woman next to her hands her a tissue. “I’m sure they’ll call your number soon, sugar,” she tells her.



She finds the next note in the middle of the grocery list Alex had typed on her phone last night, while Maggie was giving her a shoulder massage.

“Eggs
Milk
Sesame bagels
Amazing tortillas
Gross cheese
I love you
I wonder every day if your dimples are a gift from god
When you smile at me I feel like I can fly
You’re so amazing
Also this massage feels excellent
Frozen broccoli
Pizza dough
Baking powder
Chili powder”

She, trying to be a good snake person, spends the night five minutes creating the right lighting to send a picture of her dimples to Alex.

It turns out the frozen food aisle is the best for that, the light from the freezers dancing gently on her face.


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I’ve Alway Been Here, Not Him- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by unchxxrted


Request/Summary/prompt:PLEASE USE PROMPT 10 IN A HARRY HOOK IMAGINE (maybe with the reader as Tiana’s daughter - I’ve read a few imagines with this pairing and it’s my favourite) WHERE THE READER GETS DUMPED BY CHAD! It would make my day xxxcould you #10 from the prompt list with harry
#10 with Harry Hook please!

A: I still love him B. I miss him so much and he doesn’t even care. I need him, I can’t live without him
B: You don’t get it do you?
A: B?
B: I’m here. I’ve always been here. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on I’ve always been there. I make you laugh, I make you smile, everything I do I do for you. He gives you nothing, he just lets you down over and over again. I love you A but you’ve never even notice.

Warnings: Like one curse word

I smiled as I walked over to Evie and Mal’s room. Today was Chad and I’s four month anniversary and I was on my way to get my outfit from Evie. 

“Hey E,” I said when I walked in.

“Y/n, I have your outfit ready for tonight. It is right over there,” She told me, pointing at my outfit.

“Wow, it’s perfect! Thank you so much,” I told her as I pulled her into a hug.

“I am so glad you like it, I hope you like Chad as much as you like the outfit,” She said as her smile dropped. I gave her a confused look, not knowing why she would say that.

“Y/n we all know you have a thing for Harry. I don’t know why you are dating Chad,” She said shaking her head. 

“Look, Harry doesn’t like me so why should I waste my time waiting on someone who will never love me the way I love them. Chad loves me and that is all that matters,” I sighed out. It was true, ever since I met Harry I felt a connection to him. I knew it was only one-sided though, he would only ever think of me as his friend. No matter how much it hurt to admit .

“How do you know that? Did you ever ask him,” She questioned me.

“No but it doesn’t matter now, I have Chad,” I said as I started getting changed behind the board setup for changing. I could hear her sigh but I just ignored it.

“How do I look,” I asked after I was done getting dressed.

“Smoking, now go get him tigger,” She laughed out with a wink. I laughed and said one more thank you before heading over to Chad’s dorm. As I wa walking I bumped into Harry, literally. 

“Oh sorry lass, didn’t see you there,” Harry said helping me up. 

“It’s fine Harry,” I told him with a warm smile.

“Wow you look, you look breath taking,”He said in awe, looking me up and down. I blushed at his comment and looked away.

“Thanks Harry but I look the same as always,” I said.

“Exactly,” I heard him whisper out.

“Well I have to go meet Chad. See you later,” I told him as I quickly walked off. He mumbled a goodbye as he watched me go.

When I arrived at Chad’s dorm I heard quite moans and laughs.

“Chad stop, y/n is going to be here any second,” I heard a voice that sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite tell who it was.

“She won’t find out, don’t worry. Even if she does what does it matter? I don’t even love her,” Chad said. I was debating on going in or just walking away. I decided on walking in. When I walked in I saw Chad and Audrey making out with there clothes scattered all around the room. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as I saw the scene in front of me. 

“What the hell Chad,” I screamed at him as they jumped off each other.

“Y/n I-I can explain,” Chad quickly stuttered out. He pulled up his boxers and ran over to me. I took a few steps back as he came closer.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way. Look I just, I just don’t love you anymore. You were getting boring,” He hesitantly said. I felt tears fall out of my eyes but I quickly whipped them away.

“So instead of coming to me and telling me this, you decided to cheat on me. I loved you Chad, I would have done anything for you and this is how you repay me,” I said to him in disbelief. When he didn’t answer I laughed bitterly and ran out of the room. I could barely see where I was going and ran into someone causing me to fall on my butt.

“Looks like you can’t stop yourself from running into me today love,” A scottish accent said. I looked up at Harry and saw he was smirking but it quickly feel after seeing the look on my face.

“What’s wrong princess,” He asked with concern in his voice. I stood up and threw myself into Harry’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Y/n darling, you have to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you,”He whispered in my ear. I didn’t say anything but unwrapped myself from him. He gave me a questioning look but I grabbed his hand and lead him to the roof of the school. When we got to it I sat down and pulled him down with me.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong now,” He asked me softly. I sighed and turned my body so I was facing him.

“After I bumped into you, you know how I said I was going to met up with Chad,” I asked him. He nodded in response.

“Well when I got there I heard a girl’s voice tell him stop because I would be there any second and he was like don’t worry about it. I don’t care if she knows or something like that. Anyway, I decided to walk in and I saw Chad making out with Audrey. Then when I said something he said that he didn’t love me anymore and I was getting boring,” I finished as I started crying again. Harry pulled me onto his lap and started rubbing it again.

“Y/n he is an idiot for cheating on you and letting you go. If he couldn’t see how wonderful you are then he doesn’t deserve you. Girls like you only come once in a lifetime,” Harry whispered in my ear with a hint of anger as he rocked me back and forth. He kissed my forehead a couple times until I calmed down. After I stopped crying and got my voice back I decided to speak up.

“I still love him Harry. I miss him so much and he doesn’t even care. I need him, I can’t live without him,” I told him as I whipped my eyes. I felt him tense when I said that.
“You don’t get it do you,”
He asked me bitterly.
“Harry,” I said as more of a question, confused as to what he means.
“I’m here. I’ve always been here. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on I’ve always been there. I make you laugh, I make you smile, everything I do I do for you. He gives you nothing, he just lets you down over and over again. I love you y/n but you’ve never even notice,” He confessed. I stared at him in utter shock. Evie was right, I should have just told him how I felt and none of this would have happened. He sighed am moved me out of his lap.

“I have to go,” He muttered out as he left quickly.

“Harry, Harry wait,” I called out but he didn’t stop. I stood there motionless. Sure I had lost Chad and it hurt but it didn’t hurt as much as losing Harry. I slowly walked off of the roof and made my way to my dorm. I plopped down on my bed and tried to fall asleep but couldn’t.

“This is going to be a long night,” I thought to myself as I laid there alone with my thoughts haunting me.

~Week Later~

It had been a week and Harry had been avoiding me. Everytime I tried to talk to him he would just walk away from me. Today was going to be different though. The four vks and I had come up with a plan to get Harry to talk to me. Mal and Evie would go up to Harry and tell him that Jay and Carlos needed him to go the the locker room. That is where I would be waiting. Jay and Carlos were going to make sure it was empty before I went in. As I got to the locker room I knocked on it and waited for the two of them to come out.

“Hey y/n it is all clear,” Jay told me as he walked out. I gave him a small smile as I felt my nerves rise.

“It will be alright, you just have to dig down deep inside yourself to find the courage you need to talk to him,” Carlos told me patting my back. I said thank you to both or them as I entered the locker room and sat down. Not to long after I came in the door opened.

“What did you guys-” He stopped mid sentence when he saw me.

“Y/n, what are yo doing in the boys locker room,” He asked me. I stood up and walked over to him which cause him to tense. When I notice this I stopped walking and looked down. 

“Harry ever since I met you I felt a connection towards you. I can’t really describe it but when I first laid eyes on you I felt a pull. Like I was supposed to be with you. Whenever I look into your beautiful eyes I get lost in them. When I hear your accent it drives me crazy. When you laugh it makes me want to keep making you laugh just so I can hear it. Honestly, I am terrified to be around you because of this. I-I am scared because I love you more than I should. The only reason I even dated Chad was because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you and I thought you didn’t love me. Sure I had feelings for Chad but with you it is a whole nother level. You’re right, you were there. You were there whenever I needed you. I can’t live without you Har, I am incomplete without you,” I poured my heart out. There was a moment of silence, possible the longest moment ever, before I felt his lips on mine. It took me a moment to realize what was happening but when I did I quickly kissed back. It was a long passionate kiss, neither one of us wanting to break it. We finally pulled away when we ran out of air. I rested my head in his as I tried to catch my breath.

“I love you y/n,”He panted out, still out of breath. I smiled and pulled him into a shorter kiss.

“I love you too.”

Sorry this is kind of short. I hope you guys liked it!

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Drarry camping?

Every time I watch DH I always imagine if Draco went camping with them and whenever the silver doe part comes up, this is what I wish happened. I’ve been wanting to write it down since I first though about it so I hope you enjoy!


Harry took a deep breath and dived in. The water was freezing cold against his bare skin. He saw the sword glistening in the water, but as soon as he touched it the chain of the locket sprung up and choked him. All the breath was taken out of his lungs, and then everything went black.

“Potter. Potter wake up.” He heard a voice say. It sounded familiar though he couldn’t quite place it. Harry started to cough up some water before he looked up to see who the voice belonged to. He felt a warm, comforting hand on the small of his back as the mystery person helped him sit up. “Are you insane?”

Harry’s head shot up and he met the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. He leaped up and put as much distance between them as he could. “What are you doing here?”

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Dean was pissed.

God dammit if you weren’t the most stubborn, strong-willed, unruly wildcat of a woman he’d ever met. Normally Dean considered that a good thing. You were a kick ass hunter, and had literally and figuratively knocked him off his feet the first time the two of you met. He’d been a love-struck fool, pulling out all the stops to try and win you over, using his best lines, turning up the charm - the whole nine yards. And you’d laughed in his face, giggling at his attempts to hit on you, which had been quite a shock. But somehow the chase was even better, and boy had you given him one. It had taken months of friendship, getting to know you slowly, working through all the walls, all the emotional barriers you had. You were a challenge, a conundrum, but Dean loved every moment of figuring you out.

And when you’d finally opened up to him and everything had fallen into place, he suddenly found that you might just be his saving grace. Your spirit hadn’t changed and you were still feisty as all hell, but you were caring. You had an enormous heart, and you were fiercely loyal. Dean found that you calmed him down, had a settling presence whenever you were around. You were home.

But good god you could be such a pain in the frickin ass.

You were currently mad at him for shamelessly flirting with a witness, and Dean, feeling rather insolent about the whole thing, had defended himself when you brought it up. He’d done it to get information, was just working the case to figure out what was going on.

That apparently hadn’t been a good answer.

After some yelling followed by a slammed door and an evening of sullen silence and angry glares, you, Sam and Dean went out for dinner. Unfortunately for Dean, the local sheriff’s deputy was sitting at the bar, and after he gave you a wide smile, you’d joined him. The two of you were well into your third round of drinks, and you were laughing at something he said, leaning in to rest your hand on his shoulder.

“Oh boy,” Sam muttered around his beer, making Dean’s head snap around.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” his brother said quickly, “It’s just he was checking her ass out this morning at the station.”

“She’s just doing this because of that witness,” Dean grumbled, glaring back over at you. He was sure you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head, but you didn’t turn.

“Dean I’m sure she’s just trying to get under your skin,” Sam offered.

“Yeah that’s not really helpful, Sammy,” Dean growled, sparing him a glare before turning back to glower at you.

“I’m just saying that you know she isn’t serious. She’s crazy about you, man.”

“That doesn’t look serious to you?” Dean demanded as that goddamn deputy put his hand on your thigh.

“Dean, calm down. She’s trying to get a rise out of you.”

“Well she’s succeeding,” he snarled, tossing back the rest of his whiskey and pushing out of his chair.

“Dean!” Sam called, but Dean wasn’t listening. All he could see was that guy’s hand on your leg, and the rest of his vision had become a blurred red.

“Y/N,” he barked, making you jump slightly and look up, eyes wide and surprisingly guilty. Deputy Douchebag just raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconcerned about the intrusion. “We’re leaving,” Dean informed you. Those words seemed to change something, though, and your gaze hardened.

“I’m having a nice time, Dean,” you said dismissively, beginning to turn back towards the bar.

“Don’t think you understood me, sweetheart,” Dean snapped, grabbing your upper arm, “that wasn’t a suggestion.” He yanked you off the bar stool, making the deputy shoot to his feet.

“Hey, take it easy now,” he said, holding his hands out.

“Don’t start with me, moron,” Dean muttered, pulling you along easily across the bar despite your vehement protests and struggling. Dean was grateful to hear Sam’s voice behind him, calming down the concerned officer, assuring him that he would never hurt you, that everything was just fine. You started yelling as soon as the two of you stepped out into the cool evening air.

“You caveman,” you snarled, “let go of me!”

“Nope,” Dean said calmly, still leading you along through the parking lot.

“I swear to god, Winchester, let go!” You shouted, but Dean ignored you, heading straight for the impala.

“Get in the car,” he commanded.

“Screw you,” you spat, finally yanking your arm free of his hold.

“Excuse me?” Dean asked, his voice dangerously low. You were standing by the passenger door, Dean in front of you with his arms crossed.

“You heard me. Can’t take what you dish out, huh?” You asked with a bitter laugh, turning like you were going to head back towards the building, “Fucking figures-” Dean grabbed you, pushing you up against the car so fast you let out a little squeak of surprise.

“I did not have my hands on that woman, and I certainly didn’t let her feel me up,” he growled right in your ear. He didn’t miss your shaky breath as he pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the impala. “You. Are. Mine,” he breathed, smiling smugly when you shivered. Despite your anger and general dominant attitude, you absolutely fell apart whenever Dean got all authoritative like this, showing a surprising amount of submission.

Dean took advantage of that knowledge, running one hand up into your hair.

“Now you’re going to get in the car and we’re going back to the motel,” he said quietly, lips brushing against your neck as he tugged gently on your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan. “What was that?” Dean demanded sharply, making you drop your head forward onto his chest.

“Yes, god yes, Dean…” you moaned, making Dean’s pulse race.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, planting a kiss on top of your head before opening the door behind you. Surprisingly, you hesitated for a moment, the dangerous glint in your eyes suggesting you might just disobey him. But with one last look, you ducked into the car.


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Pretty Close

Hello friends! 
This is a very spontaneous idea I had that pretty much created itself while I wrote it. I apologize if anything doesn’t make sense or if there are grammar mistakes. 
Hope you’re all well and doing great. x

Plot: H is pretty damn sure that Y/N is in love with him.

Warnings: None, this is pretty much just a romantic story.

I can’t take credit for this picture but oh god just imagine you’d have him look at you like this.

Harry knew I was in love with him. 
He could tell in the way my eyes lit up with warmth and light the moment they found his face. He felt it in every touch my fingertips made with his skin as they never failed to be gentle and soft with him, almost as if I feared he would disappear should I dare pressing too hard. 
Harry thought the depths of my feelings were very clear to hear in my voice, since whenever I spoke to him there was nothing but pure adoration in my tone. 
Harry knew. And it made him feel happier than he had believed a man was capable of feeling. 

“I can’t tell you what it is, man,” he confessed to his friend John one night, “I just know, you know?”

John took a sip from his drink and watched with an amused expression how his friend’s cheeks flushed at the thought of his best friend fancying him.
It was strange, he found, how a man who was admired and loved so widely by different people, got all flustered and pink when thinking about just one girl who he so desperately hoped would love him.

“And you love her as well?” John wanted to know, a smirk pulling at his mouth since he was quite certain he already knew the answer to his question.

Harry looked up, teeth pulling and biting at his bottom lip while his hair was sticking into all kinds of directions. He looked almost like a child, deeply stuck in thoughts it didn’t understand.

He nodded shyly. “I think I do.”

The words were quiet and the moment they left his lips Harry’s orbs fell back to his hands and the pink shade on his cheeks deepened. 
He reminded John much of a school boy, cheeky and unsure in the world of lovers.

“Mate,” John chuckled, “You can’t claim to know for sure how someone else is feeling and be so uncertain about your own emotions.”

Harry shrugged and swallowed hard. “I just think… I mean it’s not that simple, is it? Especially with Y/N since she’s just the best person ever. If m’right and she does love me then that means so much more than if someone else did.” 

“You value her a lot.”

“Course I do.” 

John grinned. “Are we having this conversation ‘cause you want me to confirm that she’s got the hots for you or because you want me to confirm that you’ve got them for her?”

“I need you to tell me what to do,” Harry murmured. 

His hands, heavily decorated with rings and tattoos, shook with the anxiety of being so open and honest about a secret he’d held close to his heart for so long. 

John shrugged. “I think you should just ask her if your assumption is correct. Be upfront about it and don’t mess around. She’s the kind of person who appreciates honesty and you two are so tight together I doubt it’d be awkward even if you were wrong.”

“But you don’t think I could be wrong, right?” 

“No, Harry, don’t worry about that. I’m sure Y/N’s into you, too.”

And so all Harry needed to do was pull out his phone, take a deep breath and click the tiny phone symbol next to my name.
Of course I didn’t let him wait for too long and instead answered to his call almost immediately. 

Hello, Harry! How are you?

John’s eyebrows arched. When he called me I never sounded even half as excited as I did upon receiving Harry’s. He didn’t take any offense though and only felt happier for his friend. 

“M’good, love,” Harry hummed, “And you?”

I’m great. Better now that you’re calling me, actually. What’s up?

Harry cleared his throat. John nudged his leg with his foot and mouthed the words spit it out

“Listen, I- well I got something I want to talk to you about. Preferably not over the phone. S’nothing bad though, love, don’t you worry ‘bout it.”

Okay,” I paused, unsure of what I should think. His words did little to easy the excitement his words caused in my belly. 

“Can you meet me at my place in say 30 minutes?” 

Sure,” I agreed, “of course. You’re alright, aren’t you?

“I’m fine, promise,” Harry chuckled, his heart nearly bursting at the care in my voice. 

Great. I’ll see you in a bit then.

“See you, love.” 

The moment he set his phone back down John clapped his hands. “I’m a matchmaker!”

“Hardly,” Harry rolled his eyes but his wide grin had both dimples show their presence in his cheeks, “Fuck m’nervous. I really shouldn’t be I mean… she’s my best friend. I know her really well and feel so good when m’with her… shouldn’t be all scared to see her in a moment.” 

“I think it’s the fact that you’re so close with her that’s making you so nervous, mate. But it’s also why I think her reply doesn’t really matter that much. Nothing could separate the two of you anyway so… whatever she says, it’ll be alright.”

Harry nodded, his cheeks puffing as air left his mouth in a huff. “Fuck.”

John left shortly after, leaving Harry a mess of nerves and worries. 
He couldn’t breathe. All confidence his mind had held only moments ago, all certainty that I was in love with him… well Harry wasn’t sure if he’d imagined half of the signs he’d believed in. 

When I stepped into his apartment I could feel how something was different than usual. There was no music, that was the first clue. Normally Harry had either rock classics blasting through his home or the cheesiest pop music he could have found. I swore to him once that I would turn right back around without giving him a proper hello should I ever open his door and find ‘I swear’ by All-4-one playing again.
But now that his home was silent I wished he’d play something stupid, anything that would indicate he wasn’t as worried and desperate as his voice had sounded when he called. 
I wondered what could be wrong with him and only hoped it really was nothing bad like he’d claimed.

“Harry?” I called as I shrugged off my jacket and slipped off my shoes, “Where are you?”

With socked feet I went to search for my best friend only to discover him sitting at his kitchen counter, eyes fixated on his phone, seemingly unaware that I’d stepped into his flat. 
Gently I knocked against the doorframe before walking up to him and wrapping his body into my embrace, taking advantage of his sitting position as it allowed me to be taller than him for once. My chest pressed to his back while my arms slung around his neck and when I nuzzled my face into his shoulder I could hear him chuckle breathlessly. 

“Hey,” he hummed. His hands reached up and took my wrists in a gentle hold and squeezed them. “You alright? Did you get here good?”

“Yes to both,” I murmured before kissing his temple softly. 

I pulled my arms from him and moved to hop onto the kitchen counter so my legs were dangling next to where he was sitting. 
When he looked up to me my heart dropped to the very bottom of my stomach and I immediately reached out to touch his hair and scratch his head. 

“Hey,” I asked quietly, “What’s the matter?”

His eyes were big, his lips bitten raw and his cheeks pale. I’d spent a lot of time with him and been part of many important moments in his life but never before had he looked this much like a mess of nerves. And not knowing what the matter with him was worried me greatly. 
His head leaned into my palm. 

“Y/N?” he asked timidly, “We’re quite… You n’me are pretty close, right?”

“I’d say so, yes,” I chuckled nervously, shrinking under the intensity of his eyes, “You’re the only one I feel comfortable enough with that I just march into his home without knocking first.” 

He smiled. “S’pretty deep bond then, huh?” 

I nodded with a soft smile. “Definitely.”

“So,” Harry began, “I can talk to you ‘bout pretty much anything, can’t I? Ask whatever I want?”

He moved his chair and slowly raised to his feet. I leaned back and watched him step closer, close enough so his thighs brushed my knees where I remained sitting on the cold stone counter.

“You’re my favorite person, Harry,” I breathed, my hand reaching out to rub his arm, “Of course you can.”

But he couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but whenever his head formed the words he wanted to speak his throat closed up on him and left him staring at the girl before him as if he were frozen in time. 
His mouth was slightly parted and his breathing made his chest move irregularly. 
John was a dick, Harry thought, why had he made all of this seem so easy? And why did he think nothing would change no matter my answer? Everything was on the line here! Then again… he couldn’t just be my friend anymore. 

“Y/N.” 

His hands grasped my hips and pulled me to him so I was sitting on the edge of the counter. I shuddered when he nudged my knees apart, encouraging me to let him stand between them and with that came even closer to me. 
My heart leaped and I shakily moved to rest both hands on his shoulders, similar to how I’d done only minutes ago but for some reason this felt much more… intimate. He had my thighs holding his hips to my body and when he leaned in even closer his breath fanned over my face. 
His nose nudged mine, making me whimper quietly and he smiled, smiled at how happy he felt in that moment. 
All of a sudden he was sure again. There was no way I would let him be this close if I didn’t love him back. 
And of course he wasn’t wrong. My heart beat rapidly for him and in that moment it was hard to hide. I didn’t really want to hide it any longer either. 
I loved the guy. What was wrong with that?
That’s why I think it was me who closed the last bit of distance between us by pressing a kiss to his pretty mouth, simply unable to ignore the intense electricity that pulled me to him. But it was him who deepened what was an innocent and small gesture. He went for it.
When he kissed me his tongue licked into my mouth hungrily and it surprised me that he didn’t even try to disguise his desperation for… me. Me. His friend. 
His lips were warm and so soft they weakened my knees and I was glad we hadn’t started this standing up but with me in a sitting position. Otherwise I was sure I would have collapsed right there. I embraced him tighter and kissed back eagerly, my hands clutched his neck and jaw while his moved up and down my sides, almost as if he couldn’t quite comprehend that I was really there. 
I whimpered and he responded by pushing my hair off my shoulder and move his head so he could kiss down the skin of my neck, finally giving me a chance to breathe. 

“Hey,” I whispered, “Harry, slow down.” 

My eyes fell shut at the tickling sensation of his lips kissing and nipping on my sensitive skin. But this was Harry so of course so my quiet words had him press one final kiss to my shoulder before pulling back. His gaze found mine and my stomach fluttered. 

“You okay?” he asked in a quiet and hoarse voice.

Shakily I touched my fingers to his red and swollen lips and I giggled at how adorably tousled he looked. 

“What are you laughing at me for?” Harry chuckled, his eyes wide and full of humor. 

“You look adorable,” I admitted openly, “And I’m more than okay.”

“Oh, really,” His hand found mine, “Well I think you look beautiful.” 

I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating. The most beautiful person I knew thought I was beautiful, too?
Harry hummed.

“And while I’m glad you’re okay, why’d you want me to stop?” His head came closer again and I suppressed a moan when he pressed another warm kiss to the skin just below my left ear. 

I shrugged him off and forced him back with a soft push to his shoulders, “Because I want to know what’s going on with you. Why are you… why did we just kiss?”

“You’re not happy with me?” Harry looked at me with knotted brows and worried eyes. 

“Of course I am,” I reassured him quickly, “I’m just very surprised. You’re my best friend.”

Harry groaned and this time when he leaned in to burry his face in my neck I let him. “Want to be more.”

His arms circled my waist and he moaned lowly when my legs wrapped around him and pulled him in closer. 

“More than my friend?” I asked, scared of his reply. 

Though there was nobody I would want to have this kind of secrets with, there was nobody other than Harry I would ever feel comfortable enough with that I’d let him touch me this way, let him talk to me like this. 
I felt him nod and I bit back a giggle when his hair tickled my skin. 

“I do, too,” I admitted, then with a deep breath I decided to just tell him: “I love you, Harry.”

His laugh fell against my throat and I gently wrapped his neck and shoulders into my embrace again. I needed him to be physically close, because never before had I felt more intimate with him than I did now.
Harry’s cheek pressed to the side of my neck before he pulled back slowly and with a short kiss to the corner of my mouth he murmured: 

“I really love you, Y/N. More than a best friend should.”

“Far more,” I agreed. 

We smiled at each other. How lucky were we? We’d found each other without even needing to search.
His nose brushed mine in a playful gesture. 

“I knew,” he confessed with a confident smirk, “Knew you loved me. I fucking knew all along.” 

I kicked the back of his thigh with my foot, at least I tried, without removing my legs from around his waist, making him laugh and respond by tickling my hips.

“Liar. You were shitting yourself only moments ago.”

“I was,” Harry admitted easily, “But it was worth it. You’re… my girlfriend now, aren’t you?” 

He hesitated. How could Harry be so unsure even now that he knew I loved him? How could he for a moment think that I wouldn’t want to be with him?
I nodded and then took hold of his jaw to encourage him closer and connect our lips, hoping he would know through this kiss, just like he claimed to have known of my feelings for him, that he made me feel like I was the luckiest person to walk this world. 

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UNBELIEVABLE : PART FIVE

RACE X READER

PREVIOUSLY: “Just minutes ago I hadn’t been able to breathe, but it seemed that the fresh air had cleared the smoke from my lungs. The fire escape wasn’t very comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep comforted by Jack’s and Crutchie’s presence. “

A/N: this is set a few days after the last part, mostly bc i forgot she fell asleep on the fire escape. someone pls catch the things i want you to catch. please. i hope y’all like it and i hope you freak out. (also, sned me your favorite lines/parts again! also any questions or thoughts! i wanna hear ‘em all)

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There is an upside and a downside to every situation, I think. At least, most situations. You don’t really ever get the good without the bad, but sometimes bad can come without good.

The good part of my predicament? I had actually slept all through the night for the first time in weeks without a single nightmare to rouse me from my slumber.

The bad part? I had dreamt something else. Something that didn’t seem all that bad at first glance, but oh boy was it a problem for me. Here’s the thing: I don’t fancy the idea of kissing strangers. And Race? He’s a stranger. My sleeping brain does not seem to care. How on earth was I supposed to look at him without going red after having dreamt about kissing him? About more than that. Kissing, holding, smiling, loving. Strangers are not supposed to be the subject of dreams about happy relationships, especially when said stranger is a huge tease.

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Hiraeth 6

Hiraeth: (n) homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

Jimin is a vampire who would stop at nothing to save his dying mother. What lengths would he go to if the only cure to her disease was destroying you?

Series warning: angst, emotional abuse, physical abuse, witchcraft, vampires, werewolves, fluff and eventual smut.

A/N: Longest chapter I’ve written so far and I think I like it the best… isn’t that what I always say anyway!! 

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You struggled to move, you closed your eyes shut willingly giving yourself into the darkness in attempt to fade from the growing pain of being unable to breath. You had never realised you had the slightest will to live in you before you opened your eyes again and elbowing your attacker, taking him by surprise which had left him trembling and nearly falling backwards. You didn’t have the chance to see the face of the assaulter as you scrambled to find the knife he had dropped, once you had picked it up, you were in his hold again and was unable to swing your arm to counter his attack and you were only able to injure his palm into a small superficial cut which only made him increase the pressure of his arms around you and taking away the knife forcefully which made it land on the floor again. You had no time to think of a plan to get the knife into your hands again as the man kicks it away, far away from your reach.

“What do you want from me?!” You screamed, “Let me go!! Please!” You were so scared now, this was not how you imagined to die, you didn’t even have the chance to see the face of your killer. All you could think about in what you thought were the last moments of your life was him, his milky white skin, his beautiful enchanting eyes, his small perky nose and his perfect plump lips. Where was he, you thought. Where is here when you need him the most. It was pathetic, you felt pathetic. Jimin was not any better from this man who was going to end your life because Jimin has the exact same intentions, for all you know Jimin might be the one who’s trying to kill you right now, the man himself behind you. But he could never do that to you, you thought. Jimin was never scared to threaten you or kill you, he wouldn’t do this, he had told you he was going out, why would he lie to you? You tried to stirr these thoughts away. He’s the only who can save you right now, but is he going to? You let tears fall while calling out his name repetitively, hoping for a miracle. For Jimin to be your miracle.

Suddenly, you were dropped to the floor. Your knees too weak to hold you up when the attacker let go of you. Did Jimin hear you? Did he come and saved you? You lifted your head to look for the man who had saved you, but there was no one around. Did the attacker leave just like that? What had happened? You were more scared than ever, what if he came back to hurt you again? Did he leave because Jimin is near? You had too many questions that heightened your fright and put your instincts on high panic. You leaned onto the counter, scavenging for the slightest bit of energy to be able to stand up and lock yourself in your room or run away, but all had been wasted trying to put up a fight and now you’ve been spent. A lot of time had passed before you managed to stand up and walk, your legs going jelly and wobbling on the way to your room and forcing yourself into sleep denying the reality that your life was a ticking bomb, and anyone can pull the trigger. You have no one to trust and no one to protect you either.

The night rolled on pretty quickly as you were softly snoring in the comfort of the bed Jimin had provided you with. It was about the time of dusk when you heard the front door shut waking you up startled, you tried to convince yourself that it was Jimin who had just returned home and not that person who tried to kill you earlier, but you were unable to fool your brain and you were too scared to go downstairs and check who might be invading your own home. You concluded to fall back asleep, you were going to die anyway, if not by the assaulter then by Jimin and if not by Jimin then by the norm of the human nature, all humans were designed to die at the end and you thought you might as well die peacefully, you had no energy to fight anymore and whatever happens to you will probably be for the best anyway.

It must have been long before you woke up, your energy had been depleted by the events of last night that no matter how much you slept even thirty minutes past one did not seem sufficient to make the tired go away but you knew you could not afford sleeping what could be the last days of your life, You had too many things you wanted to do before you die. The truth is, when you first met Jimin, the first lines of threats and violence did manage to shake you up, he manages to shake you up if he wanted to but with every encounter you know he had some light in him, he wasn’t all bad as he wanted to come across as. Meeting his mother only made you more away of why he acts the way he is and why he’s violent. Your profession made you able to see through people, to know what was wrong and try to fix it be it physical or psychological. This was exactly your problem, the things you had learnt from your job was actually embedded within you, you always wanted to help and fix people and Jimin was no different even if he tries to deny it.

You realised how much you were trying to escape the fact that someone out there other than Jimin wants you dead, you wanted to avoid it, it only made you more scared and tired. There was no point of it if it can’t be solved, not by you at least. You wanted someone to help you, yes. Someone to save you, yes. But Jimin was not an option, if you had told him of what happened he would either kill you first or offer you to whoever was in last night although it does not seem like one of his traits.

You got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a cleansing bath, wash your face and get ready for the day. You debated going downstairs for a while but the growling of your stomach reminded you of your growing hunger, you had to face it at some point anyway, you couldn’t leisurely confine yourself in one room for the rest of your life. Upon your entrance to the kitchen, the house seemed quiet but again Jimin was not a loud person. You headed to the fridge and as you expected, there was nothing much to make food of, all the cans of beans you had lived on from the cupboard were running out too. You had to leave the house because if not for the food that you need to buy to sustain life for the next few days, your menstruation required some necessities that you didn’t get last time thanks to Jimin’s haste.

“Jimin?” you called out, unsure whether you want him to be here or not.

“Jimin?” You tried again after being answered by none other than the chirping birds outside the open window.

You were about to call out for him again before you were greeted with the blonde taking you by surprise that you almost fell backwards if not for the hold of his arms around your waist. He looked much tired than the last time you’ve seen him as if he had not slept at all but that did not stop him from looking good. You looked down from the handsome features of his face to his body, his broad shoulders, broad chest and thick muscular thighs.

“Would you stop calling out for me?” He answered coldly before retracting his arms from you, leaving you cold and lonely.

“Sorry, I just needed yo- I mean I need some things and we ran out of food” you tried to explain flustered by what just happened.

“What else do you need? I’ll get it for you.” He asked simply.

“Can’t I just come along?”

“No. You saw what happened last time. I’m not stupid to make that happen twice” he replied.

“Please? Please don’t leave me alone, I’ll really listen to you this time” not realising that you practically begged of him, possibly making him get the wrong idea, or was it a wrong idea? You knew that whatever you felt, your need for protection and love will never be reciprocated but your life was on the line here.
“It’ll be easier that way, you know to get the things I need” you tried to convince him as well as yourself after he had not responded to your plea.

“Whatever” he mumbled under his breath before walking out of the kitchen, “You have 5 minutes” he said before walking outside, possibly to his car to wait for you.

Buzzing with excitement, you ran up to your room to put on clothing that was appropriate enough for the outside world, your rare chance to breathe fresh air and feeling free. Ironically, whenever you had stepped into the outside, you were reminded of the events that had started this all. Sally. She still haunts you in your dreams, you sleep and subconsciously choose to forget the pain and guilt that you can’t handle. You didn’t deserve to live, you abandoned her. You lived your whole life hating the idea of being abandoned yet you do exactly that, Jimin was doing you a favour for wanting to end your life.

Your heavy steps took you to the familiar car of Jimin, who is inside looking at you unimpressed. You took too long and he wasn’t your personal chauffeur nor anything of that kind to you that allowed you any single ownership or control over him. Jimin scoffs at himself, replaying the events of last night. Why couldn’t he kill you? Was it your pleas and cries? Your fragile broken voice? Your will to live? Your courage to fight when you have nothing to live for? Your trust in him? He didn’t understand himself. He’s been too soft for his own good, he didn’t own you anything. It wasn’t your fault for being the person fate has tied to the root of his own troubles, and it’s not his fault for wanting to exploit you for his own good because if he didn’t a thousand men sure will and they will never go easy on you and will surely make you die a slow and painful one to relish in the satisfaction and reward of their own doing, to finally get a wish of a lifetime, who in their sane form would pass that up?

He couldn’t help but feel guilty, he tried to brush that feeling off his chest but no matter how he tried they always lingered around and he couldn’t understand why. It made him remember how he used to be when he was human a few years ago, maybe that was why. Jimin was always the understanding sentimental man who cared too much, he didn’t like it when the people around him were upset or discomforted. He always felt protective over his friends, he didn’t want anyone he knew to feel lonely, but he slowly realised that his efforts to make everyone around him happy took a toll on his own happiness. His mother’s health had gotten worse, she would groan in pain more and more every day, it had broken him since she meant the whole world to him but that wasn’t what entirely broke him.  It was when he had caught the second love of his life, Seulgi cheat on him with his best friend Jungkook, it had made him hate himself for being so inadequate, it made him realise that he was not even able to control his life let alone try to control hers.

The lies and secrets she kept behind him grew and he discovered them day by day, he had never told her back then that he had seen them laying down on his bed and had heard her talk about how incompetent Jimin is in comparison to Jungkook while Jungkook smirks as he delivers harder thrusts into her on his mattress. He had found out that she doesn’t work at a drugstore that she always talks and complains about, saying that the clients were bossy and annoying but the truth was that she worked in a brothel serving satisfaction to men who weren’t him. It had started to break him because he realised that he had truly loved her when he decided that the heart break she was giving him were too much and he would rather be set free and try find another love if it will ever come. She had resisted it at first, throwing harsh words on how he doubted her from the start but her words along with her scoffs crumbled down as he revealed the unspoken confessions she should’ve made to him instead.

He was determined to leave her, telling himself that he was better than this and this relationship was only tying him down; however, when she had told him the ultimate confession in order to make him stay, he didn’t know whether to run or embrace her as tears streamed down her face.

“Look…. I have no right to say this I know bab- Jimin but I just wanted to feel loved for what I am, when I go there and show them the real me, they lov- they accept me and I guess I craved that for so long that I didn’t know what I was doing to you, to us. Do you know what I get for being a vampire? People running away as if I’m going to kill them, rip their limbs one by one, or they would be the ones trying to do that to me. You would never accept me for what I am Jimin, look at you, you can’t even look into my eyes and your heart is beating so fucking fast. You’re just like everyone else, you’ll never accept me for what I am!”

“Do you think that the only people who accept what you are, are just those your selling your fucking body to?! For fuck’s sake those people aren’t reacting to your nature because its probably their fucking fetish!! They’re using you but you know what I don’t even care about the choices you choose to make anymore… All those things you said don’t give you a right to berate me in front of my best friend. Do you know how it fucking felt? Being betrayed by who you thought loved you for who you are and by someone who you consider your own brother?! I felt so fucking dumb and hurt, that’s what! You thought I would reject you for your nature? You’re a funny one, this just means you don’t know me well enough to know that I would.” He walked to Seulgi and placed her hand on his chest where his heart is beating under, “You wanna know why this is running so fucking fast right now? Because I’m fucking raging! You betrayed me” while tears begin to fall on his cheeks.

“Jimin- please baby. It’s a mistake you know I love you and I would never hurt you intentionally” she tried to say shaking her head feverously and trying to reach for his body, her hands scanning his skin by his sides and neck, “I just- I need you to know you’re the best- no matter what” she said as she looked down in shame and letting her arms loose. “But you’re right, I don’t deserve you” she laughed bitterly. “I’m not even the same as you are, I can’t give you what you would want in the future” she said as she nodded as if she’s trying to convince herself.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you only talked to me” he said while he looked into her eyes, “I need you to leave, I’ll need some time to think about all this”.

Months passed since their break up, and in that time his mom had managed to get worse. Her hospital visits were getting more frequent and the bills were only getting higher. He tried to go work as much as he could despite the down he was feeling, he felt as if he was useless. Seulgi’s words to Jungkook that night was always vivid in his memory, reminding him how absolutely fucking useless he is, in everything he tries to do. Life had fell apart from that point forward for him, the deal he had with a store that frequently bought paintings that he would draw whenever he could, which they had a deal that they would buy six of his paintings for twelve grand never made it through. The money he could have made was more than enough to pay his mother’s hospital bills for the next few weeks along with the money he would make in the company he works in full time, his company had also fired him when they had new staff that were referred by “higher ups”. He never felt more useless than he did in that point in time, his mother couldn’t afford the hospital treatments and had gotten worse than she ever has to the point that she would be unconscious.

He tried to find jobs but all the ones he had qualified for didn’t pay enough, he tried to think of all the options he has but he had none. Life wasn’t helping him out and he was wishing that he would be in his mother’s place. The weight of his responsibilities had gotten to the best of him, Jimin thought that if survival meant that he had to sacrifice something, he would want to sacrifice himself. He reached to Seulgi, asking her how he can become a vampire. She had refused to even begin talking about the subject with him, saying that she never wanted to be one and would never choose to be if she had gotten the choice. He managed to convince her, saying that she’s forgiven if she turns him. Being the woman who is making the worst life decisions she had agreed and talked through the process with him. A normal man would retract from that idea, knowing it was well not worth it to be a vampire in order to feel like you had control over your life as well as the people around you. Becoming a vampire has its benefits, you could compel people into doing what you want, possessed a strength and speed faster than the wildest cats but most importantly, it was like a switch off to the humanity within you. To a desperate man like Jimin, it was as if it was a gift, a second life God enabled him to have. He didn’t want to feel anything, maybe that would help him from hurting so much because of his mother. His feelings were eating the life away from him and he was positive that nothing else could be worse than that.

His walk down the memory lane was interrupted by the shutting of his car door. He couldn’t even look at her in the face the more he remembers the human side of him, just thinking of emotions made him feel it, the switch to human emotions can be easily alternated at the disposal of vampires.

“Took you long enough” he huffed while igniting the engine to life.

“Sorry” you managed to say.

Being alone with Jimin in the small confinement of his car made you safe, you couldn’t describe this feeling for the twentieth time today. You turned your head slightly to take in his features that you were starting to miss whenever he disappears from your sight. He always managed to look better than he had the last time you see him, his brown orbs were swimming in the sea of his milky white skin that glistened in the golden rays of the sun, as your eyes scanned down his face the sight of his lips had caught your attention, you couldn’t explain the unreasonable strong feeling of wanting to touch them and feel them with your own. You turned your head to look outside the window, why were you having feelings for someone who wants to kill you? Were you that desperate to develop feelings for anyone who attends you some attention regardless of their intention? You learned from the hard way that you can never get what you want, the only family you had was dead and you had left her behind, the friends you wanted to make were scurrying away whenever you initiated any sort of conversation, how were you to expect a beautiful man like Jimin who no matter how scary he wanted to seem to you was really caring to like someone like you.

You closed your eyes in order to quiet the voices that were deafening you, these thoughts weren’t healthy you tried to convince yourself. What was wrong with wanting to be loved? You had done nothing wrong, your life is unfortunate but none of it is under your control after Sally had died. You had noticed that Jimin was looking at you and you turned your heard to attend to his commands.

“I said, what did you need?” he said while looking slightly restless and worried, you wondered if anything had happened to him for him to seem a bit distress in contrast to the strong persona he would have around you.

“Just some things from the pharmacy” you said with a slight blush, hoping that he wouldn’t investigate any further on what you would need from it.

“Did you get hurt? Why do you need to go to a pharmacy?” he asked with confusion.

“No… I just need some sanitary things and ju-just some band aids.” The embarrassment you felt with the beginning of your sentence was replaced with anxiousness from remembering last night’s events and the bruises and skin scraped that covered your skin from it, but Jimin didn’t have to know.
“I see” he nodded while killing off the engine and you realised you were already there.

You managed to pick up the essentials you needed, all of which Jimin had paid for wordlessly before you walked back to his car. The simple action of spending time like this with him not all riled up, outside the house made your heart flutter. You could definitely get used to it.

When you were in the comfort of his car, you had turned your heard in his direction.

“Thank you” you said while trying your best to maintain eye contact with him.

“Why are you thanking me? I don’t want you to bleed all over my floor” he said while smirking slightly making you blush furiously, why does he always have to make you feel conflicted.

You were embarrassed. You had no come back, no words could be said to something like that because you had never really asked mother nature to bless you with a uterus that bleeds 7 days every month. The topic of blood had got you thinking of his red eyes, was this the right time to ask him about his nature? You had to risk it.

“What are you?” you asked,

“What do you mean?” he looked at you confused by the sudden question.

“Your eyes… they go red sometimes” you said as a matter of fact.

“So?”

“So? Humans don’t have eyes that can change colours like that and most importantly they don’t fluorescent either” you tried to push him to confess.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked with a smirk. Oh God, he was handsome but so smug.

“Because I deserve to know who… or what is going to be taking away my life” you chuckled.

“Y/N” he spoke the syllables of your name so heavenly, making you swoon and almost learn your head into his direction, “I think your smart enough to solve the puzzle, you already have all the pieces” he pointed out.

“I need to confirm it.” You said, of course he was supernatural. He never eats, his eyes turn red, he turns really cold most of the time and he keeps a blood fridge in his room. Vampire.

As soon as the thoughts formulated in your head, Jimin had turned his face in your direction and smiled before revealing the sharp fangs that hid inside his jaw, confirming all your suspicions.


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Tastes Like Melon (Part II)

I know I’m late but I haven’t had internet connection all day. But here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did while writing. 

(PART 1)

  You’ve been avoiding Harry for the whole five days. It is harder than you thought it would be because you literally share almost all of your classes with Harry. You go extra late to the classes in purpose because you want to chose a seat as far from him as possible. You feel his eyes on you sometimes, they are impossible to not notice, those greens. Sometimes you can’t help but look back and he’s immediately  turning his gaze away. Then there was this party at Niall’s the other night, you were really nervous because you knew Harry was going to be there as well. You wore your yellow dress, Harry once said that you looked really pretty in yellow, but that was definitely not the case. You kept avoiding everything about Harry throughout the night but as he got more intoxicated with each shot, he quit turning his gaze away when you looked back. That night was the first time you and Harry talked since the… kiss.“So what’s happening with you and Harry?” Niall asked when you two were the only ones in the kitchen, doing the dishes the party people left behind.

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The Pickett Ring

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Requested: Yes

Anon: Omgosh can you write an imagine where newt proposes to the reader??

A/N: I wrote this at two in the morning cause I couldn’t sleep :P Enjoy!

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“Newt, we’ve been here for an hour, just choose a ring.” Jacob mumbles, totally bummed out. But he had reason to be this unenthusiastic, Newt had dragged him all the way to the centre of New York to find the best jewelry store in town, at five in the morning. They could’ve just went to the closest one but Newt was afraid of the chandelier after the last incident…

Jacob yawned and leaned against one of the glass displays being careful not to accidentally smash anything. He looked to Newt who’s eyes flash, shaking his head furiously, making his soft curls bounce like crazy.

“No, this is (Y/N) we’re talking about, she doesn’t deserve just any ring. She deserves the perfect ring, and I’m going to find it.” his eye suddenly widen as he sees a gleam out of the corner of his eye and he quickly runs to it, gasping when he sees what produced the beautiful glow.

“This is the one! It’s perfect!” Newt cries happily, clapping his hands together like an excited child on their birthday.

Jacob strolls over and takes a peek over Newt’s shoulder, straining as he tried to look over the tall man’s figure.

“Gee, it is perfect! It’s gorgeous, yet simple. I bet she’ll love it!”

“But she has to accept it for it to mean anything…” Newt trails off, trying to picture the look on your face when he goes down on one knee…

“Hey man, stop it. She loves you, why would she decline?” Jacob lightly punches his shoulder and Newt topples a bit closer towards the perfect ring they had been eyeing. “If it makes you feel any better, I would totally marry you if I were her - but don’t tell Queenie I said that.”

“I’m afraid I can’t make any promises.” Newt says, chuckling.

Jacob laughs too, before saying, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go get it!”

Newt nods happily and calls a clerk over, pointing to the ring.

“I’d like this one please.”

The clerk names an outrageous price and Newt feels himself getting weak in the knees.

“That is preposterous!” he exclaims, nervous sweat starting to trickle down his forehead.

“That’s the price mister, you take it or leave it.” the clerk replied, walking away and leaving Newt standing there in shock.

“Jacob, what am I going to do? I will never be able to afford this, never in a life time!”

“Hey, it’s alright, we can find a solution.” Jacob murmurs, gently trying to comfort the now shaking man.

“But it was perfect…”

“I know man, but there has to be another way, we’ll make something work. I promise.”

*****

Thump.

Jacob jumps, turning around to find the source of the noise, only to find Newt with his head on his desk, muttering in emotional and physical pain.

“Come on man, lighten up. We’ll find a cheaper ring that’s even better than the one you originally found.” Jacob says, desperately trying to lift the spirits of a usually optimistic Newt.

Newt raises his head, his face covered with a mask of despair. He shakes his head sadly, his green eyes sparkling sadly before his head went crashing back on to the desk.

“You don’t understand, I can’t afford even the cheapest ring and besides, you can’t find one just as nice as the first one for such a low price.” his voice is muffled and depressing. Pickett, who was in Newt’s front pocket for the entire time, crawls out and moves with Bowtruckle grace across his arms to his hand, gently giving one of his fingers a hug. Newt wasn’t sure if this was a sign of affection and pity or him just having attachment issues again. Maybe both.

“Oh,” Jacob mumbles, his spirits also lowering. “Couldn’t you just magic a ring? Transform something into one!”

“How meaningful.” Newt says dully. “"Hey (Y/N), you know that ring that’s on your finger? Well I didn’t tell you this, but it’s actually a cup, sorry.”“

“Okay, point proven. But you can’t just postpone the proposal! Knowing (Y/N), I know she will agree to marry you without a ring, she loves you no matter what Newt.”

“Exactly, what have I ever done to deserve her? She perfect and I need a ring that has meaning, something perfect…” Newt trails off as he raises his head, only to see Pickett entwining himself with Newt’s finger, looking majestic as he did so.

Newt blinked and smiled suddenly, an idea starting to form.

*****

“Newt? Jacob said you needed me?” you called, skipping down into the case, landing gracefully into his shed. You smile, remembering the first time you were in there. Let’s just say that you didn’t land as gracefully as you had now.

He wasn’t in the shack so you decide to walk out to the beautiful world that was filled with creatures.
Sure enough, you see Newt, standing in the mist of it all, anxiously fidgeting with his bow tie. Your face bursts into a smile and you run towards him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“(Y/N),” he breaths, holding your hands. You look at him quizzically, tilting your head slightly to the side.

“I love you, I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you. You keep me sane when work piles up, you make me happy, you make me laugh. You radiate confidence, so much that you’ve transferred some of that to me. But most of all, you make my heart flutter like a Billywig whenever I’m near you. You’re perfect and I want this relationship to be something more…” he takes a deep breath and kneels on one knee, pulling out a rather large, velvet box. Your eyes widen.

“(Y/N), love. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you say happily without hesitation, before he even got to open the box.

You pull him to his feet and hug him tightly, then kiss him on the lips, your lips fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Thank Merlin, I was afraid you were going to say no.” Newt says, smiling and pulling you even closer.

“Now why would I do that? You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I love you.”

He smiles and lifts up the box that was now shaking.

“You were so excited that I didn’t even have time to present you this,” he says, smiling nervously. He opens the box and inside was Pickett. He crawled on to your hand and intertwined himself with your fingers and Newt’s, bringing them close together.

You start to say something but he cuts you off before you even get a word out.

“Please let me explain. (Y/N), I have attachment issues, to you. You are the key, the only key, to unlocking my heart and I love you as much, no, more than all of the creatures in the world and this is why I present to you a Bowtruckle. You are worth more than just a precious metal for you, are priceless just like the lives of these creatures and I would never trade you to some goblin or anything for the world.”

He closes his eyes, expecting a back lash but when he hesitantly opened them, all he saw was a beaming smile.

“Newt, I was about to say thank you earlier. This means so much more than a tiny ring. It’s the perfect ring.” you smile, gently moving your fingers against his.

“Don’t you mean it’s the Pickett ring?” he says with a smile.

Fridays are for Facetimes (Tom Holland Drabble)

for all those college students who dream of having Tom Holland as a boyfriend….a.k.a i wrote this because i want tom holland to call me lovebug???


Surrounded by open books, your laptop, and disheveled notecards; you laid on your stomach on the floor by your bed. It was only a few days into the semester but your course load had grown quite large since you were finishing up your general education classes before moving on to ones for your specialized major. Even though it was a Friday night, you found that your apartment was quietest at this hour. Your three other roommates were out on the town, leaving you alone in the small apartment. You debated going out with them but a text from your boyfriend alerted you to the possibility of a facetime, so you decided to spend the night with your books.

Your clock read 12:34 when his picture flashed up on your laptop and phone, both chorusing your ringtone. Moving your mouse from your chemistry homework over to the answer button, you could feel yourself smile. 

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A Halloween Terror

Okay y’all so I’m feeling even more edgy and angsty today. I’m going to be in a real mood for the next fews days, so I apologize before hand. Now I want to say, after this, I will post my first request! I’m also thinking of removing and reposting ‘An Accident’ in a month or so because its got a similar anxiety storyline to this one. But don’t fret, I’ll post a second chapter along with it! (Also, this is taking place during the filming of Season 3, so about a year in the future?

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety (again!), depression, just all around sadness, but with a happy ending.

Words: 1172

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Reader’s P.O.V ~

   As I woke up, an immediate sadness washed over me. I remembered the date, and breathed a huge sigh. October 31st. Halloween. The day where everybody dresses up in costumes and gets free candy. Except for me. I used to love the holiday, I made the best costumes, and got enough candy to fill two pillow cases. But now, I spent the day curled up in bed, closing myself off from anyone and everyone.

   “Hey, (Y/N)! Want to come down? David made us pancakes!” Gaten exclaimed, popping into my room unexpectedly. I jumped, having only heard it, due to my head under the blanket. 

   “No thanks, Gaten.” I said quietly, trying to steady my breathing. Getting scared today was not helpful to the situation.

   “You sure? They’re really good! And they’re in Halloween shapes!” I rolled over so I was the other way.

   “No Gaten. I’m not hungry.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. I felt like I was going to throw up. 

   “Okay…” He said, the door closing. I rubbed my eyes, breathing in and out slowly. I hated this day with a burning passion. 

   It was the anniversary of my when my Anxiety first struck. Whenever I told people, they usually laughed at me, telling me to get over it and just move on. But it’s harder then that. The memories of that first awful panic attack come up, and then you loose it. I hadn’t told anybody for two years now, after that embarrassing day when all of my friends laughed at me for being a wimp. So I just close myself off for a few days, get over it, and try to go back to being the short, bubbly girl everyone knew me as.

   About an hour later, I heard the door open again.

   “(Y/N), are you up yet?” The calming voice of Finn came floating into my room. My heart flew out of my chest. “Gaten said you sounded upset, I just wanted to see if you were alright.” I heard him walk over to my bed and sit next to me. 

   “I’m fine, Finn. Today just isn’t a good day for me.” I said, hoping to have ended to conversation. But he didn’t budge.

   “Come on (Y/N/N)! I want to help you!” 

   “I’m fine. Leave me alone.” I spit out. I felt awful for treating him like this. Finn didn’t say another word, he just… left.

   Nobody came in to check on me again. A good six hours later, I got up and dressed. I packed a bag with my wallet, a flashlight, and a water bottle, and tried sneaking down the stairs. I had just gotten past the living room when I heard David.

   “(Y/N), what the hell is up with you?” He asked. I watched as the others came out of the living room, as my eyes filled up with tears.

   “Nothing, David.” I said, spinning on my heel. I barely made it three steps before David grabbed my wrist. I tried shaking him off, but his grip was too strong.

   “Come on, we’re worried about you kid!” David said. I shook my head.  

   “No! Let me go!” I shouted. I wasn’t even aware that I was crying until I heard the tears fall onto the floor of the now silent room. I took the opportunity of David being off guard and ran to the front door, slamming it behind me. I bolted for my bike, and rode off.

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   I sighed as I finally stopped my bike at my destination. I was lucky enough that they had moved the filming destination to my home town. I looked around and squinted, seeing as it was now dark. The sounds of children laughter could be heard around me, happily trick or treating. I sighed as I sat at the edge of the soccer field. This is where it had happened.

   I was on my way to go meet up with my friends on the other side of the neighbourhood, to go trick or treating. In my excitement, I had decided to take a shortcut across the soccer field. 

   As I crossed, I realized how dark it actually was. I took a deep breath, telling myself I would be fine. Furthering onto the field, I got the feeling someone was following me. I turned around, only for someone in a clown costume to jump out behind me. 

   I didn’t really remember anything else. I screamed and fell to the ground. I couldn’t breathe. And then after it had stopped, I just went home and hid in my room. It happened a few more time before I told my mom, and I had gotten help.

   “(Y/N)?” I jumped slightly at the sound of Finn’s voice. Looking to my left, I saw him getting off of his own bike, and sitting down next to me.

   “Hi.” I choked out, bringing my knees to my chest. 

   “What’s going on? I promise you that I won’t laugh.” He said, scooting so that he was right next to me.

   “I have anxiety. And depression.” I explained. I looked over to Finn to see a confused and angered look on his face. 

   “People laughed at you for that?” He asked angrily. 

   “Not exactly. Tonight is the night that it first began for me, and because it’s the anniversary of it, I turn into an emotional, jumpy mess. They would laugh at me for being a loser and not going to school or trick or treating.” Finn put his arm around me, placing his hand at my waist. I felt my heart rate pick up, but for once, in a good way.

   “There’s nothing funny about that at all. In fact, that’s one of the most serious things I’ve ever heard.” Finn said. I sighed.

   “I just hate being this weak. It’s why I never told any of you.” Tears starting filled my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away. Finn pulled my hands away and looked me in my eyes.

   “You are not weak, (Y/N). You hear me? You are one of the strongest people I have ever met. Don’t ever tell yourself you are weak.” As I looked in his eyes, I saw this look of pure sadness in his eyes. 

   “Finn? Can I tell you something?” I asked, feeling a sudden burst of courage. 

   “Anything.” He confirmed with a little nod of his head. Then, I ldid what I had been wanting to do for two years. I leaned in, and I kissed him. I felt him kissed me back softly as he wrapped his other arm around me. We broke apart a moment later.

   “I really like you, Finn. You’ve always been there for me, and you didn’t laugh at me when I told you. Your my best friend.” I said, smiling shyly. He smiled back at me.

   “I like you too, (Y/N/N).” He kissed me again, before getting up, offering a hand. “What do you say we go home, yeah?” I nodded.

   “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

Good Morning

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, kinky af

Requested: nopeity nope

Word count: 2646

Blurb: overstimulation, orgasm control, and choking kinks!! it gets kinkier as it goes so I sure hope you’re into that shit

Originally posted by itsokaysammy



“Oh, shit, Sam- yes, yes, yes, yes!” you cry out, grabbing onto his hair as he works between your legs. You run your hands along his scalp, soft hair flowing under your fingers. But your real focus is on his mouth, feeling it doing amazing things against your pussy.

His tongue runs up and down, dipping inside you each time. He uses his lips to kiss your outer lips and his nose continually brushes up against your clit. You can’t tell if he’s using his nose purposefully or not, but it doesn’t matter. It feels heavenly. You grind your hips into his face, unable to stop the reflex.

“More, more, please- ah, Sam,” you say, still writhing in pleasure. He looks up at you, holding eye contact as he obliges, giving you more. His tongue digs deeper, deeper, deeper, and now you know that his nose is no accident.

“Get ready, baby,” Sam says, smirking up at you as he stops for a breath. You buck your hips, and god, his smile grows. The lack of contact is driving you crazy, but you know that this is something Sam’s done before. Build you up, take it all away, and then go hard until you come. You have to admit, it works every time. You breathe heavy, waiting for him to get back to work.

And then he’s diving into you. He latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue over it in circles. The stubble on his chin rubs into your pussy as he juts out his jaw, and you start moaning non-stop. Your clit is your biggest weakness and he knows it, mouth working in overdrive. You know you’re on the edge, and scream his name so loud your throat hurts.

“You’re a freak, you know that?” Sam says, and you jolt in confusion. You’re in your bed at the bunker, naked, covers thrown to the side, and Sam is between your legs, just like a second ago. But it’s brighter, you’re more tired, and his mouth is smirking up at you, not sucking on you. You ask yourself what the hell just happened as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“First, we had some crazy sex last night. Then you have a wet dream vivid enough to make you call out my name aloud. Now you’ve made me so hard I have no choice but to eat you out and make you pay,” he explains, breath hitting up against your aching pussy and teasing you as he talks. You understand what’s happening now, and while you’re sad your dream got cut off, this is infinitely better.

“Holy shit, Sam,” you whimper, feeling sore as hell from the night before. He chuckles, shaking his head. He doesn’t waste any more time, though, leaning in to kiss up your slit. You cry out, because you’re so sensitive it almost hurts.

“Oh, did I fuck you too hard last night? You’re still feeling it, aren’t you?” Sam asks tauntingly. You groan and throw your head back, turned on beyond belief. But just thinking about last night makes your pussy throb in pain, and the memory of begging for relief comes back to you. You’re not sure if you can handle his mouth on you again.

“Sam, fuck, I can’t do this,” you whine, begging him to take mercy on you. But by the look on his face, you know you don’t have a chance. He looks angry.

“Wrong answer, baby. Wanna know what you can’t do? You can’t make me ache for you and then decide you can’t take me. You can’t yell out for me to give you more in your sleep and then expect any less when you wake up. That is what you can’t do,” he demands, and you let out a soft moan. But you still aren’t sure you can take his mouth and then his dick.

“Sam, please, it hurts. Can I just take your cock?” you beg, praying he hears you out.

“Want me to go easy, is that it?” He asks sincerely, and you nod quickly. You smile lightly down at Sam, glad he’s listening. But then he sets his jaw, his soft features turn hard, and you know he’s not really going to listen. Shit, that’s hot.

“You probably should’ve thought of that before you screamed my name, then,” he spits the words at you, shoving his face into you not a second later. Sam has no hesitation, his tongue going straight for your clit. He pushes into it directly at first, hard enough to make your eyes water, but soon lets up and moves up and down it instead. You bite down on one of your fists, trying to not be too vocal, worried it’ll anger him more. Your other hand grips frantically onto the sheets, scraping for traction.

“Fucking moan,” he commands you, only breaking contact for a second to instruct you before going back to tongue fucking your pussy. You pull your hand out of your mouth and give in to a moan as soon as you do. God, his mouth is magic.

“Sam, oh, Sam, no,” you sigh, amazed at how quickly he can get you close. The dream must’ve made you hotter than you’d realized, because you’re honestly near the edge of an orgasm. He picks up the pace, licking you faster than you can handle. You arch your back and grind your hips down onto his face, feeling his stubble scrape you and loving the satisfaction.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” Sam orders you breathlessly. You try to nod, but your body is buzzing with so much pleasure you feel like you’re short circuiting. Your vision is unfocused, but you still look down to see Sam’s face between your legs. His hair is brushing up against your inner thighs, and the soft tickling offsets his intense movements.

“Sam, god, I can’t hold it much longer, I, ah,” you tell him, hands pulling at his hair instead of the bed sheet to grab his attention. He shows no signs of stopping or even of hearing you, frustrating you further. You keep your hands intertwined in his hair anyways, edging closer every second.

“Yes, you can. Hold it,” he replies after a time, and you groan loudly. You were kind of hoping his silence would mean he was deciding to let up on making you wait. You’re really doubting your abilities to follow Sam’s instructions this time, but lord, do you want to please him. You know you have to try.

“Y-yes, Sam,” you stutter, praying that you can do this for him. But he just moves his tongue faster and harder against your clit, making it impossible. You open your mouth to moan, but end up cutting off the sound as your muscles tighten. Tension rings through your body, and you fight as hard as you can, but feel your control slipping away. Sam stops abruptly, feeling it too, but he’s too late and you know it.

“Don’t you fucking-”

“Ah, fuck, Sam, Sam, Sam!” you yell, rolling your hips and crashing them into his face still hovering near you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and all of your senses feel like they’ve been turned up. Everything is bliss.

When you calm down, you let your arched back fall onto the bed, pulling open your eyes hesitantly. You know Sam’ll be pissed with you. Dreading whatever’s next, you drag your gaze down to look at Sam. What you see scares you but, more importantly, excites you more than you thought possible.

Sam is breathing heavy, shoulders heaving up and down. Hair is falling into his eyes and he’s got your cum on his face. He slowly licks his lips, making you whimper. Then he looks up at you, taking his time in tracing up your sweating body.

“I told you,” he takes a hand to wipe off his chin, “to fucking hold it.” He looks up at you expectantly, and you crumble under his golden eyes.

“Sam, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you know I tried, please know that I did, I just- you’re so good, I just-”

“Stop. Talking,” he says loudly, cutting off your explaining. He licks his lips again, anger switching to disappointment. You want to punch yourself.

“You want to know what I was going to do if you were good, baby?” He asks, pulling himself to sit up. You look up at him helplessly, knowing answering would be futile either way. He sits on your hips, straddling you, wearing boxers he must’ve put on after last night. His chest is bare though, and you can’t decide where to look when he runs a hand through his hair - to his flexing arm or to the way his hair falls through his fingers.

“I was going to let you cum about thirty seconds later than you did. Then I was going to be gentle and make love to you. I was going to apologize for going hard, I was going to kiss your lips and taste the way you moan when I go deep. I was going to let you cum whenever you were ready. Doesn’t that sound nice, baby?” he tells you, and you let out a mewl, desperately wishing you had been able to wait for that.

“Yeah, I know it sounds good to you, baby. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you have? You would’ve loved to kiss me and feel me stretch you out slowly. And you wanna know something? I would’ve loved it too,” he leans down and whispers the last part in your ear, chest brushing yours and hair hitting your cheek. You’re holding your breath, awaiting the alternative. He breathes down your neck before speaking again, still quiet and up close.

“But you don’t get that. You didn’t listen to me. You couldn’t follow simple instructions, could you? You just had to be bad. So you know what you get now, baby?” He leans back again, looking down his nose at you.

“You get fucked. You’re gonna lay there, no touching, absolutely silent while I fuck you ruthlessly. And you know what? I haven’t decided if I’ll even let you cum again,” he says, and you’re torn between screaming in pain and screaming in pleasure. God, you hate this almost as much as you love this.

Then, in a sudden change of demeanor, Sam pulls some of his weight off you, sitting gentler and leaning forward a little, one hand beside you and one on your cheek. He makes eye contact and searches your face, looking worried.

“You okay, love?” he softly asks, and you smile. As much as he’s willing to take charge of you and work with your submission kink, he still cares. He’s so beautiful, and much too good to you.

“I’m good to go, Sam,” you reassure him, nodding. He smiles back at you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before returning to sit on you with his back straight, heavy on top of you. The game is on again.

He quickly pulls off his boxers, and you let out a breathy moan at the sight of his length. Sam throws a death stare at you, pausing from getting between your legs.

“Absolute. Fucking. Silence,” he commands, and you suck in air, nodding and remembering his rules. To show him that you’re going to be obedient, you even cross your wrists above your head. He raises his eyebrows and settles his legs inside of yours, just barely letting his throbbing heat brush against you.

“You’re going to be a good girl this time, then?” Sam asks, and you smile with pride.

“Yes, Sam-” you’re cut off by his hand on your throat. You widen your eyes and start gasping for air.

“Fucking silence,” he seethes, loosening his grip and letting you take in air again. You sputter and breathe as deep as possible, feeling the burn in your lungs and the way his hand still rests on your neck. You nod hesitantly this time, careful to stay silent.

Sam leans on one of his elbows beside your head, keeping the other just slightly restricting your breathing. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he taunts you, smiling. “It’s a real shame you aren’t.”

Then he pushes into you all at once, and you bite your tongue, hard. He’s thick, and as deep as possible inside you. Every muscle in you is screaming from the overload, feeling almost numb with tingles. He lets out a staggering moan, and it’s all you can do to refrain from kissing him. But when he starts thrusting, it’s all you can do to not scream.

He’s being entirely ruthless, as promised. You can’t help but wriggle where you lay, being stuffed to the limit. It’s easy for Sam to slide in with your cum and new arousal acting as lube, and he uses it to his advantage, picking up speed.

“You know what, baby? I think I lied. You are enjoying this, aren’t you? You dirty little girl, you love this, you love my cock, don’t you?” you so badly want to moan a yes. You want to tell him just how much you love his cock when it pushes into you like it is, you want to show him. But you want him to be pleased with you more than anything, so you lay still, biting your lower lip to reign yourself in.

“Ah, I know you do,” he says, heaving. A sheen of sweat is starting to build on his chest as he continues to pump into you, stretching your walls. You’re almost sure you’re going to break any second, but refuse to disappoint Sam again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna kiss you anyways,” Sam says, throwing away his previous limitations for desire. You smile against his lips, but are wary to move your hands still, as his rests on your throat. He gets you to open your mouth, and along with his tongue brushing yours, he’s moaning against you. You’re sure you’re going to lose it now.

But you manage to hold on through a few more thrusts, and start to feel Sam slipping. You know how much it gets him hot to eat you out, and you know he’s been waiting for this. The rate at which he slams into you doesn’t slow, but does become uneven as he gets closer. If anything, he quickens the pace, breathing fast and hot between kisses.

“Cum with me, baby,” Sam tells you, and you can’t help it - you moan. He doesn’t punish you for this one, being presumably too caught up in continuing his work. You’re glad he’s kissing you, helping muffle you as the urge to be vocal grows and grows.

“Fuck, (y/n), soon, okay? Nod, let me know you’re close,” he says, breathless. You don’t manage to nod, but your pussy tightens at his words. When you clench, he cries out, and you know that’s the only answer he needs.

“Now, baby, oh, shit, now, shitshitshit,” he yells, shooting his load inside you. Upon feeling his warmth sliding deep into you, you instantly reach your second orgasm, and, thanking god you can’t wake up this time, scream out Sam’s name.

His cock twitches as he pulls out, and cum spills onto the bedsheets, but neither of you care. He finally pulls his sweaty hand off your neck, but remains on top of you for one last kiss.

“You’re amazing,” Sam whispers, and you smile, both still coming down from your highs. You give him one more quick kiss before he pulls away.

“Hey, good morning, by the way,” Sam laughs, finally rolling off to your side. He pulls you into him, and you chuckle too.

“You’re right, it was a good morning.”

Best Friends Forever

Disclaimer: Even though I’m not a fan, I don’t hate Camila. This is pure fiction and it was not my intention to offend anybody by portraying fictional Camila a certain way. No Camilas were harmed writing this.

Cuddled up on the couch, Jo rests her head on Shawn’s shoulder, watching the news on TV. He is mindlessly running his hand over her thigh, drawing little circles onto her skin with this thumb and Jo takes in his familiar scent and the warmth of his body, wrapping an arm around his middle.

Having Shawn back home was truly the best thing ever.

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