which is all i needed to feel like that magic reached out and grabbed me

top 10 phan moments that make me wanna rip my heart out

yeah, just ten moments among hundreds, let it be part one or something. tell me what i’ve missed because i want more suffering in my life.

10) mind control.

i mean, i appreciate the subtlety. i crave those tiny moments that you only notice when someone points them out to you. but this! you can’t miss this one, this moment is shoved down our throats. this is so “i’m allowed to do that to you, to be in your personal space, and gaze into your eyes for no reason, just because i want to”. and phil’s face in that moment, so much joy and mischief, he claps his hands and gazes back.

9) chest touch.

drama queen howell strikes again, it hurts to rewatch it srsly, why is he so extra? but what is phil doing ladies and gents? he slaps his chest in the weirdest way possible, he brushes it, it’s like he wants to shove him but reassuringly and the movement happens so fast you have to pause for a second to comprehend it. that sweet gentle boy is so fond of dan’s unnecessary commentary and yeah, it completely distracts us from what dan is saying at that moment.

8) feel my heartbeat.

was that necessary, really? like, i don’t ask my friends to feel my heartbeat when i’m scared, that was such a “horror movie at first date” bullshit, that’s not what people do?? and when dan does feel that beautiful hummingbird heart, phil just covers his hand with his own palm because yes, you gotta feel it very close, no air between your hand and my chest. dan immediately looks into the camera to show us that yeah, i know you’re there, nothing strange, and makes a comment about phil dying. wow.

7) phil the delivery man.

i don’t know what to say. it’s so simple but why does phil have to make such an act of bringing dan his charger, why does he talk in that stupid voice?? they have a banter, and then phil FIXES DAN’S CHARGER FOR HIM, like what?? who asked you to do that? where’s my IT guy au (literally, he’s got glasses, look at him). and before he leaves he plays the piano that nerd, what an attention seeker, and then bows!! is he tipsy? did he have a pre-liveshow orgasm or something? dan laughs fondly and it’s all i need in the world.

6) child beer.

what’s happening and does it even matter. phil’s hiding on the floor, but why? to surprise us? eh whatever. so he’s got that magical japanese powdery stuff and he wants dan to taste it. the biggest problem for me here, ahem, i mean the thing that just kills me every time is that phil spends the whole time (eight minutes) on his knees and he looks so cute when he makes that beer, holds it close to the camera, and then lets the foam sit so dan can have the ultimate child beer experience.

it reminds me of that hot chocolate video, where he does something so trivial but he’s so gentle and loving about it. i still don’t understand why they didn’t do a simple taste test like bros, but phil had to make it for dan, he wanted to see his reaction. and then he tries it as well, touches the glass rim with his lips at the same place where dan’s mouth just was (gross).

and i just can’t ignore how that boy sneaks past dan’s room after that, he’s playful, he stops to say that he googled something and dan was wrong, and domesticity, i wanna die.

5) sleeping phil on tour.

i kinda wanna talk about the angle here because i don’t understand how it was filmed (camera is pretty static, dan’s hand reaches from the side, not behind), but i don’t know if it matters here. what matters is how gentle dan is. of course, he starts with classic nose tickling, which is what “messing with a sleeping friend” usually implies, but then he frees one strand of phil’s hair and just lets it fall. wow, fantastic prank, dan.

and let’s separately discuss that pout/kiss phil does after he opens his eyes. i know you want a slow mo replay, so here we go:

that’s what i call “im gonna stay asleep but i love you”. where’s the nearest cliff so i can fling myself into abyss?

4) the look.

context what context. why did they keep it? why did they put it on fullscreen instead of hiding in the corner? two full-length looks dan, really?? you know what he looks like, why do you have to examine him like that in front of us you slut. and it just passes, without acknowledgment, they just turn back at us simultaneously and I’M STILL DEAD at that moment, i don’t care what happens next.

3) snoot. proot. (i just filmed you doing that)

i don’t even care what it was. something about piano sounds or whatever, but this video haunts me. THERE’S SO MUCH TO IT. first, phil is lying on dan’s bed (at least in the official version it’s dan’s, not mutual), just chilling?? and dan’s working i guess. so they are not actually doing something together but it’s a cozy evening, why would they spend it in different rooms? dan says something, idk, and phil replies “yeah” in that deep voice I SWEAR i haven’t heard from him before. dan makes the sounds again, like can you believe he’s an actual dork in real life, it’s not an act, he’s actually the weirdest boy alive, and he so obviously doesn’t know he’s being filmed. because when phil says “i just filmed you doing that you’re so weird”, he’s so delighted, he laughs at himself, he turns around, his hair is pushed back omg they are both so sleepy and i rejoice. i think this video gives us a rare but fantastic insight in their everyday life, phil must be keeping so much silly videos like that on his google drive and we never get to see them BUT SOMEHOW he posts this one, probably because dan is cute and he wants everyone to know it.

2) you loved it. you wanna do it more.

so, yes. you know this one. where do i even begin?? they play this dragon quiz and then 1) phil says “you loved it” in the strangest voice, like the voice we never hear from him, it’s deeper and quieter, he looks at dan even though dan’s not looking back; 2) dan is looking down as if he’s fiddling with an ipad or something, it’s almost a bts moment, something they would usually edit out. AND THEN THREE SECONDS OF SILENCE while dan kinda processes what’s going on and phil still looks at him expectantly. seductive as fuck. and now this quiet “alright”, i’m just… dan looks like he’s gotten the hint, so he’s a little embarrassed and they share the softest laugh. 

the thing is, we know how often phil makes sexual innuendos and dan always reacts the same way: he looks into the camera, he throws a witty comment in, he puts it on display to show us that there’s no intimacy in that moment. but not this time. i don’t understand why they didn’t edit it out. i just… don’t.

1) pantless liveshow
this is the ultimate. this is the weirdest and the most awesome thing these two gave me and i’m not even sure what can top that. the moment when phil decides to grab the humidifier and show us, he looks at the screen, says “one second” and stands up very awkwardly while dan turns the laptop away from him and makes the weirdest “how you doing” face. 

WHAT THE FUCK. did they think we were so used to them weirdos that we wouldn’t even notice that shit? but fuck, they do it again, they want to show us the spray and dan goes “should i go get it? you have to do phil’s corner”. like, i can’t function, i honestly can’t. AND THE WORST PART is when dan returns and we can see him covering his legs with a blanket just too fast like it’s not that cold boy come on.

i have no explanation and i have every explanation. i don’t deserve all this suffering.

Best Friends (Jungkook one shot smut)

Originally posted by grape-joon

A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx

Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him. 

Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking

You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.

You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.

It was your best friend.

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happy birthday @carryonsimoncarryon!!

length: 3.7k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together 

a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜

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Simon

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.

“What?”

“I want to break up.”

“But–but why?”

“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.

“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.

It’s Baz.

He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.

“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”

“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.

“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”

She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.

I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.

* * *

Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.

I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.

I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.

“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”

He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.

I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.

Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…

Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”

He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”

“Of course you did!”

“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”

Baz

The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.

“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”

Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.

“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”

“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”

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Acting - Dylan O’Brien (Smut)

Song: Alessia Cara - Wild Things

Rating: MA (17+ for Explicit Content)

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 3,191

Warning: Exhibitionism(sort of), Oral (M>F), NSFW

NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS!

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A/N: WOW. So here it is y’all (; part 5! I may or may not have gotten carried away a little, but that’s what happens when i write a/b/o fics lol. I hope y’all like  it! ENJOY! - Delilah (-:

Warnings: Heavy sexual content. M/F. Swearing. Daddy Kink. Angst. NSFW. (If you’re uncomfortable with this, keep scrolling.)

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You’ll always have me ∾ montgomery de la cruz

Originally posted by despairingfever

posted 4/13/17

request? yes
Saw that you said you wrote for 13rw and I just had to request. Can you do an imagine where the reader and Montgomery are best friends and the reader is Justin’s little sister so when the mom’s boyfriend beats her she goes to Montgomery and he comforts her and more fluff? Thank you !

pairing(s): justin x sister!reader , montgomery x reader (platonic) 

warnings: plenty of cussing

words: 1032

a/n: i couldn’t find any other gifs so that was the best i could find, oops.
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anonymous asked:

Your Caeneus and Poseidon fics made me weep. Will you ever write about when Poseidon gives up the power of the sea and returns to Caeneus?

Part One / Part Two


They’ve all abandoned their duties, the world has changed and they’re not needed like they were needed before.

All but the three of them, the most powerful of gods.

Zeus stubbornly remains on the abandoned Mount Olympus. Even Hera has left him, shaking herself free of her shackles and her crown all at once.

Hades continues as he always has. It’s possible he wouldn’t have noticed anything had changed if it weren’t for Persephone’s new freedom that allows her to spend all months of the year with her husband.

Then there is him.

Poseidon sits on his thrown at the bottom of the sea, restless in a way he can’t remember ever feeling before. Amphitrite sighs from her place besides him, then stands to face him. “Perhaps it is time.”

“What are you talking about?” he snaps, although he knows the answer.

She smiles at him, soft and exasperated and even a little fond after all these years. “You knew it wasn’t forever. We both did.”

He presses a hand to his chest, and – he is of the sea, and he is not supposed to be feel fear. But he does. “I do not remember the man I was before I was King of the Sea.  If – if I return to that person, I do not know what I will be, who I will be.”

Amphitrite holds out her hands. Feeling like a child, Poseidon takes them. “I know exactly who you will be, and what you will do. It’s time, Poseidon.”

He’s never loved her, couldn’t love her. But she’s been his constant companion for almost his entire life, and he cares for her, as much as he is capable of caring for anyone. “What will happen to you?”

“That is none of you concern,” she says, “but I will be what I’ve always been – the sea.”

She uses a single claw and opens her chest, the inside of her a dark green except for a pulsating red heart. He sighs and breaks off a piece of his throne to do the same to his own chest. It’s not like he’ll need it after this.

He takes out the cold, dark lump from inside him and places it safely below her ribcage. Her skin heals over and pales, and the warmth of her eyes snuffs out. She slips the beating heart below his sternum, and his skin heals over just as quickly as hers had.

Poseidon didn’t know how cold he had been until he could feel warmth again, like a bonfire in his chest unfurling to fill him, warming the bottoms of his feet and tips of his fingers. The tidal wave of grief and love and happiness and sorrow nearly threatens to barrel him over, all the emotion he’d only felt echoes of now overwhelming him.

But even with all of that, he instantly knows something is wrong.

“This isn’t my heart,” he says, and it functions like his heart, these are his emotions and feelings, but – it’s not his heart, it’s not the heart he traded away to Amphitrite for power so long ago.

“No,” she agrees, “it’s not.”

She almost looks like she’s smiling.

He means to question her, to demand answers in spite of personally knowing how worthless it is to ask anything of the sea. But before he gets the chance, he’s being pushed away and onto the shore, and he knows better than to try and go back and attempt to get answers she doesn’t feel like giving. He doesn’t think she’d kill him, but he’s not interested in finding out.

He looks out at the impossibly tall structures before him, the glass city sprawling at the end of the beach when before there had only been a – been a – a cottage.

“Caeneus,” he breathes, and is gone in the next moment.

~

He knows the entrances to the underworld well, even as the world moves and changes they never have. It takes him no time at all to be standing by the River Styx with Charon in front of him. “You are not dead,” the boatman says reproachfully.

“No,” he says, “Summon Hades, I must speak to him. There’s someone in there who – someone I – someone,” he finishes, and it’s been thousands and thousands of years since he last has Caeneus in his arms, but it doesn’t matter. The heart in his chest is a heart that is capable of love, and he loves Caeneus just as he did as a fledgling god with dominion over nothing.

Charon has no face that he can see, but he still gets the impression he’s being laughed at. “The underworld contains many someones.”

“Call Hades,” he says, low and dangerous, and the waters of the Styx churn angrily at his temper. He may no longer be the king of the sea, but he is still a god of it, and a powerful one at that. Charon takes a step away from him, no longer laughing but also not moving to help him.

There’s a shift in the air, and a young woman stands before them. Her skin is as dark at the water of the river, and her eyes are the grey of its foam. “Who dares disturb my river?” the goddess Styx demands. He meets her gaze, and her mouth drops open. “Poseidon? What are you doing here?”

“That is not Poseidon,” Charon says, “He doesn’t feel like a king.”

He wants to slap himself. Charon is blind.

Styx raises an eyebrow, “Looks like he finally got with times. The king of the ocean is no more.” She circles him like a predator circles prey. “There’s something different about you.”

“Lady Styx,” he grits out, “Please. Summon my brother, I must speak with him. I’m looking for someone.”

She shakes her head, “I can’t. He and Hecate are expanding the realm today. They can’t be disturbed.”

He doesn’t care about his brother’s obsession with home improvement, but he doesn’t say that. “Persephone then.”

“The Lady is currently among the mortals,” Charon says.

He clenches his hands into fists. He knows it’s been thousands of years, and a little more time won’t make much of a difference. But he’s already lost so much time. He doesn’t want to lose any more.

Styx sighs as if she finds him troublesome. “Thanatos,” she calls out conversationally, “I need you.”

There’s another shift in the air, and a familiar figure appears in front of him. “What do you need?” the death god asks, ink on his hands and smudged across his forehead. “I’m busy.”

“Icarus,” he says. It’s hard to regret the actions he took with Amphitrite’s heart in his chest. He wanted, and so he took. Such is the nature of the sea. However, there many things he did then that he wouldn’t have done if he’d had his heart. Those years with Icarus are among them.

He’s never said no, never pushed him away or lashed out. But if Poseidon had had his heart, he would have known that it wasn’t what the young man wanted.

Icarus’s mouth drops open, but he shuts it again. “Poseidon,” he greets carefully. “Can we help you with something?”

“I’m looking for a mortal. His name is Caeneus, my magic should be clinging to him. He died – a long time ago, I’m assuming. I don’t know exactly when.”

Icarus’s eyes go distant as he reviews a mental list of the dead. He blinks, then slowly shakes his head. “There are many by the name of Caeneus in our realm, but none that are god-touched.”

He says, “That’s impossible. I transformed him myself. The magic would have clung to him, even in death.”

“Yes,” Icarus agrees. “But he is not among our realm, which means he’s not among the dead. This Caeneus of yours is still alive.”

“That’s impossible,” he repeats, but fainter this time. He presses a hand to his sternum, where a heart that isn’t his own beats.

Styx laughs and drapes herself over Charon, who tolerates it. “Poseidon, nothing is impossible.”

~

He goes to Aphrodite next. She’s dressed as a mortal, wearing glasses she doesn’t need and a dress too short for current mortal fashions. She’s curled up on a chair reading, and she slowly lowers her book to look at him. “So the rumors are true,” she says finally. There’s something like sympathy on her face. “They all said you were different once you became the god of the sea. None ever knew the reason was that you lost your heart.”

“Traded it, actually,” he says, “and we didn’t want you to know. That’s not why I’m here.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”

“I need your help,” he taps his chest, “This heart isn’t mine either. I need your help to find the man it belongs to.”

She closes her book and puts it aside, eyes sparking with interest. “Very well, Uncle. I will do my best.”

~

Aphrodite finds him. They arrive at a small house jutting out of the edge of a cliff, the sea wide and churning below. A man stands at the edge, subtly manipulating the waves with the push-pull motions of his hands. “I didn’t know you knew Glaucus,” she says. “What are you doing with his heart?”

Glaucus. A minor sea god who looked after lost fisherman. “His name is Caeneus,” he says, already walking away from her.

“Good luck!” she calls out before returning to her home and her book.

He walks over slowly, not sure what he’s expecting. Anger, certainly. Perhaps a fight. Maybe if he lets Caeneus beat him up, he’ll be more willing to listen to him. “Hey,” he says, when he’s only a few feet away, bracing himself for – something.

Caeneus stills, turning to face him. His eyes widen, and he takes a hesitant step closer. “Poseidon. Is it – is – do you have,” he pauses and reaches out a hand, pressing a hand against Poseidon’s chest. “What’s in here?”

“Your heart,” he croaks, and reaches out a trembling hand and pressing it to Caeneus’s sternum. “Just as my heart is here.”

“You can have it back,” he says, taking another step closer, and the sun reflects off of Caeneus’s eyes so they shine gold. “I was only keeping it safe for you.”

He reaches for his chest, but Poseidon grabs his hand. “Don’t. Without my heart, you’ll die.”

Caeneus smiles, “That’s all right. I’ve been waiting for you to come back for it, and now you’re here.” His smile dims, “Will you kiss me first? Is that all right?”

Poseidon pulls him closer and presses their foreheads together. Caeneus’s arms wrap around his waist, and something inside him settles. “I will not,” he whispers, and Caeneus tenses. “You must keep my heart, because it belongs to you. It always has.” He shifts to kiss his cheek, and he can smell the salt from Caeneus’s tears that are threatening to spill.  “I shouldn’t have traded it to Amphitrite. It wasn’t mine to give away.”

“Then you must keep mine,” he says, and he’s shaking, “because it has belonged to you for just as long.”

Poseidon kisses him then. Caeneus melts against him, and the first true sunburst of happiness blossoms in his chest.

This is the beginning of the rest of their lives.


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This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  

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Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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never have i ever (m)

Originally posted by apgujeon

in which a game of never have i ever, which you probably wouldn’t have played under more sober circumstances, opens a box of hidden desire. 

Member: Jungkook

Word Count: 1.9k

It was a foregone conclusion that whenever you and your friends were at a house party, you’d end up in the basement. Which is why as soon as you entered the house, Jungkook grabbed your hand and led you towards the stairs.

“What’s with the urgency?”

“Someone’s trying to convince me the world is gonna end in three days unless I let them stick their fingers-” You held up your free hand to stop him.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to know.”

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Breakfast (Peter Quill x Reader)

Warnings: fluffy fluffy fluffy. Mentions of sex.
Paring: Peter Quill x Reader

You woke up in your bed to find that Peter wasn’t there. This wasn’t a shock to you. Honestly, it was more of a shock he spent the night in your room than anything else.

You two had this thing. You were friends, you were partners.. you were the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy. But there was this thing. This unspoken thing.

One night on the ship, you both were stressed. So much was going on, and you both started drinking. The next thing you know, you were kissing. Then, the next thing you know, you were in Peter’s bed.

Afterwards, you immediately freaked out thinking it would be so awkward and weird between you two now. But it wasn’t. It was literally like nothing had happened. And you were so thankful. You thought that would be it. But then, it happened again. And again. And again… Now it was just this thing that happened that you didn’t talk about. And you tried your best not to think about. But most of the time, you did.

Last night was a little different. Peter was being very generous to you in many ways. He had been nicer to you lately. He was never mean, but you felt he was complimenting you more. You noticed that night when he came to your room, he wasn’t focused on his needs. He made it clear he wanted you to feel good. You laid down afterwards and you were so tired. You just shut your eyes, ready for sleep. But you never heard Peter get up. Instead, he moved closer to you which made you open your eyes.

He was staring right at you. “Can I…” he said, trailing off. You looked at him, urging him to go on. “Can I stay tonight?”

You nodded, closing your eyes again. “It’s fine, Peter. I don’t care if you stay.” You say nonchalantly.

You assumed he was just comfortable and that he didn’t want to leave. Plus, it wasn’t that late, so maybe he was worried one of the team would see him leaving your room. But he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

Is Peter Quill cuddling right now? You have to be dreaming.

You just sat there with your eyes open and you knew your heart must be racing. You eventually fell asleep, very confused. But you decided to just go with it.

But now, here you are, in your bed alone and still bare from the night before. You get up and find Peter’s shirt from the night before on the floor. You stare at it a moment before deciding to throw it on. You grab some panties and head out in search of breakfast.

You stop by and press play on Peter’s awesome mix as you head to the kitchen.

The all so familiar beat sounded through the speaker, making you smile. This one was your favorite.

You nodded along and kind of danced your way to the kitchen. The beginning was slow, but the beat had picked up now. “Hell.. hell..” you sang, smiling. “What’s the matter with your mind and your sign and a ohhh..”

You began making some bacon and the song went on finally coming to your favorite part. “Cause you’re fine and you’re mine and you look so divine… come and get your love… come and get your loveee…”

You were really just enjoying this song and really jamming out. You go to check on your bacon, then someone slips their arms around your waist from behind your back, making you instinctively push them off and slam them into the fridge putting your spatula up to their neck. Your eyes soften as you realize who it is.

“Peter?” You ask.

He just starts laughing at you. You shove him and got back to your bacon. He’s still laughing. “What?!” You finally yell.

“What? Nothing,” he says, throwing his hands up in defense. “I was just wondering how you kill someone with a spatula. You gonna flip me with that thing?”

You roll your eyes, but then you realize something. You slam the spatula down and look over to him. “How long were you standing there watching me?”

He smirked. “Long enough. You’re a great dancer.”

You blush and get your bacon out of the skillet, putting it on a plate. You try to focus on the food in front of you instead of looking at Peter.

He comes over behind you and wraps his arms around your waist like before. He sways with you to the music. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “is that my shirt?”

You blush again, knowing he must think that you’re obsessed with him. Or crazy. He’s never going to want to…

Your thoughts were cut off by him turning you the face him. He tips your chin up to make you look at him. “You look beautiful.” He says, barely above a whisper. “Much better in it than I do.”

The song changed. It was now Strange Magic. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you away from the counter. You put one hand on his shoulder and grabbed his other hand. The two of you danced around and he just looked into your eyes. He pulled your hand up and spun you around and pulled you back into him. You literally felt like the breath was kicked out of you as you looked at him.

“And you say you’re not a dancer.” He whispered.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you, Quill.”

He smirked down at you. “With your spatula?” He said.

You pushed him, making him laugh more. You rolled your eyes and pulled out of his arms entirely. You go over and grab your plate of food and go sit at the table. You grab some orange juice and start eating. Peter comes over and sits down next to you. He’s looking on his tablet at the news you assumed.

You finished your breakfast and leaned back in your chair, looking over at Peter. You wondered where he went that morning. You wanted to ask, but you didn’t want to pry. You didn’t want to come off as “that girl”. You know… the clingy ones. The two of you weren’t even a couple. You were just friends… that danced in the kitchen while you have no pants on… that admire each other.. that have sex…

“Where did you run off to this morning?” You blurt out suddenly, surprising yourself and Peter.

He looked a little dumbfounded. Like he wasn’t expecting you to ask. “I just had some things to do around the ship. I got up when I usually do.” He said, simply.

You knew that was true. He was always busy at work.

“So, when are we going to talk about the fact that we’re more than friends?” You ask, wondering to yourself where this is coming from. You never reached out on such a limb before.

He literally spit out his coffee and dropped his tablet on the table, looking over at you. “Are we doing this? Talking about this?”

“Yep.”

“Okay… here we go,” he says. “The night that I kissed you… we both were so stressed out because of the whole Ego situation. It just kind of happened and it was a blur.”

You nod to him, urging him to continue.

“I just wasn’t expecting it to be anything more than two friends who got a little drunk and made a mistake. I wasn’t expecting it to happen again… and again… and ag-”

You reach over and punch his arm. He smirked at you. “You just kept begging for more.” You said.

“Oh, me? I was begging? What about you?” He says. “Oh, Peter! Please, I need you inside of me!” He continued in a high pitch moany voice.

You deadpanned him. “The night in the cockpit.” You said, simply.

He stopped smiling, and just looked over at you. “That’s cold.” He said.

“Y/N, I need you. I need to not think for a few minutes. All I want to think about is us for a few minutes.” You say in a deep voice.

He just looked down and you wondered if you said something that offended him.

“I used you.” He said.

“What?” You say, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I was selfish and used you not to think about my problems.”

“I used you too.” You said. He looked up at you. “I didn’t want to think about my issues either. I loved how I could just lose myself in you.”

You each just stare at each other for a moment. Peter finally gets up and pulls you out of your chair. He looks down at you in an adoring way. You tried to keep your breathing steady. He began to lean in and your heart set on fire. You had kissed plenty of times. But suddenly it felt so different.

His lips brushed against yours and you almost let out a gasp. You reached up and destroyed the small gap between your lips. The kiss was soft, and slow. It wasn’t sexual at all. It was sweet.

He pulled away and let his head rest on your forehead. “This is more than friendship.” He said.

“Yes.” You said.

“This is also… more than just sex.” He said.

This was not something you had imagined hearing. You smiled up at him. “Yes… it is.”

Stealing Sweaters (Part 6)

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“So I was thinking, for the eighth year quidditch teams, we could see if any other sixth or fifth year players wanted to join, just to fill out the roster,” Ron said, gesturing animatedly with his hands as they made their into the great hall for lunch.

Harry brow furrowed as they sat, “But we have enough players-”

“Enough people who can fly.” Ron said loading up his plate, “Just because Zabini knows how to use a broomstick doesn’t mean he has any talent, or interest for that matter, in being a chaser.”

“I suppose…” Harry conceded, his brow furrowing further. He glanced around, trying to figure out what seemed off.

“So-” Ron paused to shovel some sort of green bean concoction into his mouth- “wif a few fifh years and sifs years we can-”

Hermione sighed and leant in front of Harry to say, “Ron please finish your food, then talk. No one wants to see the process.”

Ron made a vague mph sound as he dutifully closed his mouth.

“That’s it-!” Harry pointed to Ron and Hermione on either side of him, “the two of you aren’t sitting together!”

“Like I want to be stuck listening to Ron go on about quidditch, I mean really,” Hermione said shortly, already digging a massive book from her bag and charming it float in front of her so she could read as she ate.

Ron shrugged and gestured for Harry to get some food. He still felt a prickle of unease at the back of his mind but he did his best to ignore it and began filling his plate.

“Malfoy!” Hermione called out, waving her hand like she did when she wanted to be called on by a professor.

Harry froze, staring blankly at his plate, his ears straining to hear what they were saying.

“Yes, Granger?”

“Have you read Killgow’s Art of Potioneering?”

“I have,” Draco said warily.

“Excellent,” Hermione said, and as Harry glanced over, saw her grab Draco’s arm and pull him into the seat beside her, “I have some theories-”

She disappeared into potion theory, talking about compound reactions and differential magic effects, all of which Harry would have needed years worth of private tutoring to even know half of what she was saying. Draco was following her with nods and interjections, moving to a different page of Hermione’s book with a flick of his wand to highlight whatever point he was making.

It wasn’t until Draco glanced over at Harry and caught him staring that Harry realised he was staring and quickly looked back at his plate. He felt his cheeks grow hot and silently cursed himself. He ate a few bites of food to give himself something to do so that he wouldn’t be tempted to glance over again.

It was all Hermione’s fault.

Every since she had said that Harry couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Before he had been planning to talk with Draco, to try and figure out what he had done wrong. Now he didn’t know what to do.

Ron leant forward, suddenly entering Harry’s line of vision and making him jump. He called over to Hermione, “Hey, Mione, I was wondering if you’d look over my charms paper before I turn it in.”

Hermione pulled herself away from her discussion with Draco and frowned at Ron, “You should have asked earlier. How are you going to fix anything right before class?”

Ron shrugged guiltily, “You could, check my spelling? If I’ve put something stupid in I could scratch it out.”

She sighed, “Fine.” Hermione stood and with a deft swish of her wand, Her plate leapfrogged over Harry’s and his slid underneath, her book dutifully moving back over her plate, now in front of him. “Trade places with me, Harry?” she said, already moving in a way that suggested her words were more or less a formality.

Harry hesitated, shooting a desperate glare at his best friends as he realised the source of all his unease was this- whatever they had planned. He reluctantly moved down a seat next to Draco.

Draco who was eating, or moving his food around on his plate in a very focused manner. He didn’t even look over as Harry took his new place.

Harry grabbed up a bread roll, very slowly cutting it in half and then smearing too much butter on it before setting it down on his plate, feeling too nervous to actually eat it. “Done much flying?” he asked, just to break the unbearable tension.

“No.” Draco said stiffly, “Studying, mostly.”

“Oh. Right.” Harry said faintly.

“We have exams coming up, as I’m sure you’re aware,” Draco said without any inflection whatsoever.

“Yeah…” he absently started to pull his roll apart with his fingers, “Never too early to get a start on those.”

“They are the most important exams of our lives.”

Harry nodded, as he glanced over, he noticed that Draco hadn’t eaten what little he had put on his plate, all of which looked worse than the bread roll mess on Harry’s plate. At least he had eaten something when he was trying not to stare. Harry looked at Draco himself and noticed faint shadows under his eyes and worried that he was looking thinner than before.

“Would you like the tea pot?” Harry asked, knowing that even in his worst moods, Draco always at least had tea.

Draco looked over and for just a second their eyes met, before Draco turned away, squeezing his eyes shut like he was in pain. “It’s fine. No tea. I’m fine.” He stood up and grabbed his bag, “Not really hungry anyway.”

Harry watched him leave, a tiny squeezing pain lodging itself in his chest. “Has he been eating much?” he turned and looked at Ron and Hermione who were watching him intently, no charms paper in sight, “Do you know? He looks thin.”

Ron shook his head and added a shrug.

Hermione said, “I don’t know but I haven’t exactly been watching Malfoy’s eating habits.”

“Not very well,” A light airy voice piped up from Hermione’s other side. Luna leaned into view, “I think Draco’s worried about something.”

Harry grabbed his bag and stood up, “I’m just gonna go to the kitchens. Maybe I can convince the house elves to send him something…”  he hurried off, his friends watching him go.

“He hardly ate anything himself,” Ron said.

“I think your plan sucked.” Ginny draped her arms around Luna’s waist and rested her chin on Luna’s shoulder.

Ron frowned and said testily, “What do you know about anything.”

“Anyone can see what you two are up to,” Ginny said.

Luna smiled, “I think it’s sweet. Harry and Draco will be so happy once they’re together.”

“If you can manage a plan that isn’t utter rubbish,” Ginny said, raising an eyebrow.

Ron’s frown deepened into a glower, “It’s not like it’s going to work out all at once, is it? It’s like a chess game and in chess, how you move your pawns is just as important as how you move your queen!”

Ginny opened her mouth to retort but before she could say anything, Luna reached over and gently tugged on Ginny’s earlobe which had the strange effect of making her blush and go entirely silent. Luna turned back to Ron and Hermione, “What Ginny means is that we would like to help.”

“We have an idea,” Ginny added.

Luna nodded, “It’s quite good.”


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behind closed doors

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genre: angst; drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

length: 2.5k

summary: after falling for your already taken best friend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom; it’s him.

prompts:
“do you think we’re bad people?”
“i tried my best to not feel anything for you. guess what? i failed.” 
“if you had asked me to stay, i would’ve.” 

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Princess

Peter Hale x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.

Word Count: 1560


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City lights.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: All these years together, and you had to fall in love before he goes.

Warnings: Angst

Words: 5022

A/N: Real life is taking away the best of me. So I needed to write, even though my brain doesn’t let me. Have fun with this little story. I also recommend you guys to listen to this before or while reading it for a major effect.

A special thanks to Jade (@brighterlights ) for being my beta reader, who has spent a valuable amount of time helping me with my grammar mistakes and poor phrasing. Thank you so much for being this awesome and kind, I appreciate you tons.♥ 


Originally posted by heartsnmagic

It was one of those unusual nights where cold beers end up losing their freshness after being left on the coffee table for way too long. Those nights that remain unnoticed on the electricity bill at the end of the month. Those nights when the alarm sounds, you’re already awake. Yes, they were exceptional nights. But so typical when he was involved in them.

His presence in your life was sporadic, but his memory was splattered all around you. You had pictures, stolen hoodies, his old dog tags, and diaries saved in a tiny box hidden under your bed. He even said once that your place was the best for him to hide his heart because nobody would search for it outside the battlefield.

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*All My Fault* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Do you think you could possibly do an imagine where the reader and Newt are best friends but when Newt meets Tina he starts to ignore the reader. During the battle with Graves Newt gets really hurt while protecting the reader and Tina tells the reader to back off because it’s her fault. Can the reader act like everything’s fine but slowly stop eating and sleeping because of guilt until Newt notices. Lots of angst but a happy ending please. I hope this isn’t any trouble. Thank you!

This does include a salty, mean Tina. So beware. Take note I am not a Tina hater! But if you don’t like Tina written in a negative light, then this probably isn’t for you >.< That’s all! Carry on ^_^


Your stop in New York City alongside your best friend, Newt Scamander, had become a bit more adventurous than you two had initially planned. Unfortunately, some of Newt’s creatures had escaped his magical case and were scattered throughout the city. With the help of the new ‘friends’ you had made, you tried to work together to recapture them.

You didn’t dislike the new people you had met. In fact, Queenie was perhaps your favorite. Her constant smile and bubbly personality were welcoming and you warmed up to her rather quickly. Jacob, the no maj, was friendly and caring; someone you definitely enjoyed being around. Tina, however, seemed to capture Newt’s attention quite quickly and ever since he had spend nearly most of his time with her. Besides the fact that she had tried to turn you both in to MACUSA, Newt seemed to fancy her and seemed to pay less attention to you which honestly made you feel pretty awful. Newt had been by your side for years and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. He was like the sun in the sky and the stars at night for you. 

You were currently in search of one of Newt’s creatures, the Demiguise also known to you and Newt as Dougal. You were inside a Department store that was adorned in Christmas decorations and you were all huddled behind a giant mass of decorative wrapped gifts. 

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A Thank You Gift

Member(s): Suga / V // BTS

Genre: CatHybrid!AU, Romance, Smut, Poly

Words: 1.9k

She felt cold that morning, something lacking by her backside and under her arm; the usual morning warmth from her two pets was gone and she felt empty as she awoke. Only not for long, as soft nips at her neck and licks up her stomach let her know that she was far from being alone and even further from being lonely.

She chuckled lightly, scratching behind the youngest ears, pulling him away from her stomach as he purred in bliss at the feeling of her fingers roaming through his sensitive spots of pure pleasure. “What’s with the nice wake up call, Tae?” she asked of the youngest, knowing that it would have been much more difficult to make the elder speak, particularly not when he was so into nipping and licking at her neck, sending small waves of shiver down her spine so early in the morning.

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Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon


Normally you’d cheer for Stiles, it had been a tradition since forever, no matter what one of you was doing the other would cheer you on. But today you didn’t feel like cheering. Stiles spotted you as he went to take his shot and smiled to himself, you were his lucky charm but as he swung to score you stayed utterly silent.

“Stilinski, we’re aiming for the goal not the carpark!” Finstock yelled at Stiles.

“Yeah s…sorry coach.” Stiles mumbled as he glanced up at you.

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anonymous asked:

What about shance, your choice of platonic or not, where lance collapses from exhaustion or fever on a mission, and shiro feeling guilty for not noticing sooner?

Opted for shance because I’m trash, leave me here to die. 

“Lance, please keep up,” Shiro hisses over his shoulder. “We have a long walk ahead of us but it shouldn’t be much further now.”

Lance huffs. He was stupid to think that Shiro would go easy on him just because they were together. But Shiro never has–he goes just as hard on him as he does the others during their training sessions, pushes him as he always does while they’re sparring, and nags almost more than his mother if they both end up being awake too late. Lance just wants a breather, or water, or a nap, but Shiro’s hand pressed in his own only proceeds to tug him forward as they trudge through knee-deep sludge.

This planet is disgusting. It’s so hot even their suits don’t seem to have the capability to cool him down fast enough, and the sweat rolling down the neck of Lance’s bodysuit makes him cringe. They’re trying to find a supposedly-abandoned base to get a family heirloom and power source belonging to the people, but the more Lance walks, the less he wants to. Everything is warm and uncomfortable, and he just wants to go back to the castleship.

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Draco x Reader Smut- Break (part 1)

Part two  /  Part three  / Part Four

Writer’s Note:
-WARNING= SMUT
(well obviously, you’re here to read this stuff) SWEARING

- (y/n)= your name  ////  (y/h)= your house

Extra:
- I listened to Punk Goes Pop  while writing the sex scene so you might want to do the same to slightly stimulate you more. I was mainly listening to  We Came As Romans “I Knew You Were Trouble” and  ISSUES - “Boyfriend”.

MOOD BOARD FOR THIS CHAPTER

-Word Count= 2,608

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It was December and the whole of Hogwarts was preparing for Christmas. It was one of the most anticipated events in the year- Christmas break. Students were packing their cases in their cosy dormitories. All fires were emitting an enjoyable warmth that made everyone feel less like an iceberg.

You were in your (y/h) dormitory, sitting cross-legged on your four poster bed watching everyone get packed. You were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays as your parents went for a ‘winter break’. Quite a lot of sixth years were staying. One of those was Draco Malfoy, the guy that everyone despised. He was kind of attractive in his own continuously-angry way. He always kept watch on the trio- Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were also staying. Draco was left alone without his own gang, Crabbe and Goyle. Looks like Draco is a solo artist in his stalking mission this Christmas. He had a ‘slight’ obsession with the three Gryffindors; he always tried to get them caught. Whenever something suspicious was occurring, Draco was up and sprinting to Snape’s office. It was as if he was a robot mechanised to report to Snape all the time. 

As soon as every student that was packed and ready for the train left, you went to the library where the trio was hanging out. You walked over to their table to say hi and ask how they were since you had to socialise with someone during this rather boring Christmas.

“Oh…erm, hey (y/n)! Staying for Christmas are you?” Ron stuttered whilst trying to close up the book he was so passionately reading. 

“Yeah, I am. How did you guess?” You couldn’t help being sarcastic when Ron asked such a pointless question. Ron blushed and turned back to looking at the cover of his book while Harry and Hermione laughed at your remark. You felt bad for making fun out of Ron so you quickly apologised and left them to their thing. You were walking through the aisles of books when all of a sudden you felt a determined tug on your shoulder. The force of the tug made you bump into a bookshelf behind you. To your surprise, Draco was standing there, impatiently looking at you and the mess you just caused. 

“What the f-” you were cut off by Draco dragging you out of the library discretely but confidently so that Harry, Hermione and Ron didn’t notice anything. You tried to question him but Draco just squeezed your wrist even more to indicate for you to keep quiet. He guided you all the way outside to the Forbidden Forest. It was freezing cold and  you weren’t wearing appropriate clothing. You were wearing just a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt while Draco wore pretty much the same as you but he was wearing a black shirt and coat with his black jeans. His pale skin and platinum blond hair faded in with the glistening snow. His blue eyes looked colder than ever before. He looked like he meant business. He turned to face you as soon as you two were deep in the forest. Draco looked around to make sure no one was there watching you. 

He looked straight into your eyes with a serious expression. He licked his lips and parted his lips to speak. 

“What book was Weasley reading?” 

“What? You brought me all the way out here to ask me such a pointless question? You’re fucking ridiculous!” 

“What was the book called?” He was stern with you. He looked like he really wanted answers but you just weren’t in the mood to tell him anything. 

“Go find out for yourself, I’m not your little messenger Malfoy.” You began to stomp back towards the school when drastically you felt yourself being pushed forward. You turned around to see Draco punching the rock-hard tree. His knuckles began to bleed as he punched the tree even more. 

“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! Can you not just tell me the name of the goddamn book?!” He was enraged. He was practically losing all of his sanity. The blood from his knuckles trickled down onto the delicate snow. Your eyes widened when you realised that he was storming in your direction. He looked like a mad man- his knuckles were bleeding, leaving a trail of dark red blood on the snow, his eyes were focused on you and his body was as stiff as anything.

“Draco, I didn’t mean to-” 

“Shut up! You’re fucking useless! Get out of my sight or I will kill you with my bare fucking hands!” He was panting heavily, clearly from his anger. He walked towards the school with great speed. You were cemented to the spot you were left in. Your heart was racing and your mind was a mess. You thought he was really going to hit you or even kill you. Anyway, after 3 minutes of just standing there pointlessly, you made your way to the school.

~30 minutes later~

You were just walking through the dungeons for no apparent reason. You were indeed going to spend some time alone here so you might as well explore the castle. 

You noticed a black figure racing towards you, clearly set on it’s target. You tried to ignore the person by looking down at the floor as you continued to make your way through the dungeons. Draco grabbed your forearm and, once again, guided you to some place. 

“Will you ever leave me alone?” You shouted at Draco provocatively. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone for the day? What did he want now? 

He didn’t reply to your question. Shortly, you realised that he was taking you to the Slytherin common room. He stranded you in the dark common room as he shut the door. No other Slytherin stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, it was only Draco. He walked confidently towards you keeping his head low but his eyes were on you the whole journey. He stood frozen in front of you, not doing anything. After some time you decided to question him but you were straight away cut off by Malfoy. 

He grabbed your face and abruptly crashed his lips to yours. His movements felt rushed and hungry for some attention. His vein-covered hands held your face in place forcefully so that you wouldn’t even nudge. Chaotically, your hands found his chest and attempted to push him away. He kept his hands stubbornly on your face, keeping your lips locked to his. To be honest, touching his chest was a blissful experience. His torso definitely was nicely shaped and muscled. His kissing skills weren’t bad either although your lips didn’t even work with his. 

You had to think quickly- you couldn’t show Draco that you wanted him to do this to you. Your hand fell to Draco’s cock. Misleadingly, you were rubbing him through his jeans, making him smirk into the one-way make out. This was an indicator to grab and squeeze the hell out of his dick. He pulled away rapidly as if he was just burnt by boiling wax. He scowled and glared at you. Before he could process what you did, you ran for the door. As soon as you reached for the doorknob your back hit the cold stone wall. Draco pressed his body against yours, placing his hands on either side of your head. You were trapped. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, little Miss (y/h)?”

“I-” You stammered but were quickly muted by a furious Draco.

“Now I’ll have to teach you a lesson, won’t I? You need to learn to respect people.”

He pushed his leg in between your thighs, positioning himself forcefully near your vagina. His face was just inches away from yours. His minty breath was hitting your face slowly. You kept your face still while Draco was eyeing you up and down and biting his lip sensually. He was irresistible. He moved his lips near your ear.

“You’ve been rude to me today and I don’t like that (y/n). You have really angered me and now you have to pay the price for what you have done.” He murmured into your ear just above a whisper. His hands wandered to your waist and trailed up and down your figure. Your breath began to pick up speed as Draco’s eyes explored your whole body. He licked his lips in appreciation of his sight and the slightest moan escaped his lips as his hands cupped your breasts. Although you were greatly enjoying this intimate moment with Draco, you couldn’t lose the fight. You tried so hard to concentrate on something else other than Draco’s thigh rubbing forcefully against your skinny jeans. A tingly feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. You wanted Draco, or anyone for that matter, to make you cum. In these sort of situations, you usually break and end up sleeping with the person luring you into their pants. You had to admit, Draco looked pretty fucking hot against your body with his eyes fixated on your face, waiting patiently for a reaction. After a minute or so of having Draco touching your whole body and rubbing his thigh against your jeans, you gave up. 

Your lips parted and let out an exasperated moan of pleasure, also causing your hips to grind in unison with Draco’s leg. You caught him by surprise which just made him smirk right at you. 

“You like that, huh? Couldn’t resist me any longer?” 

All you could do right now was kiss Draco passionately.His lips felt magical- they were smooth and definitely knew how to kiss.  Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging on large strands of hair violently. He groaned into your lips, sending a wave of excitement to your sex. Your hips rocked into his leg even more, wanting him desperately inside of you. Draco’s lips were viciously biting,sucking and licking all over your neck and jaw. It was obvious that he was turned on. You tilt your head back so that Draco can get better access to your neck. He was leaving hickeys all over you, letting everyone know that you were in there with him. Good thing that there was barely anyone in the castle during the holidays and you could wear a scarf to cover yourself up. With every hickey he printed on you, you moaned in appreciation of his doing. This made him smirk more than he already does on a daily basis. He detached himself from your neck and looked straight into your eyes with a hot, flushed face and his hair sort of messy. He licked his top teeth imitating a vampire. 

“Its getting kind of hot here, isn’t it? Want me to take this all off?” All you could respond with was a soft moan. Draco’s breath became heavy all of a sudden. He had you right under his control and you were ready to oblige to his commands. This turned him on more than anything. He liked being dominant. 

“If you want me naked then you’ll have to strip it all off yourself.” Your eyes opened up and Draco could instantly see the sparkle in them. Hastily, you shook his coal-black coat, followed by unbuttoning his inky shirt. His torso was completely bare now. His skin was a beautiful pale colour and his muscles were sharply defined. You ran your hands down his torso in a figure eight. Your cold hands made Draco shiver and breath in deeply. You leaned against his torso and began to suck under his collar bones and right under his jaw. It was evident that these were his soft spots as his jeans bulged even more than before. When your hands reached the top of his jeans, your hands gently dropped down to his zipper. Your fingers were fiddling with his zip, teasing the weakened boy. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, just unzip it (y/n).” Draco was growing impatient with your teasing. You obliged to his command and unzipped his jeans, dragging them down with his boxers instantly. His member sprung out of its cover. It was already covered in pre-cum. Draco let out a blaring moan which echoed across the common room. He finally opened his eyes and drastically threw your top across the floor followed by your jeans, bra and panties. Both of your bodies were fully exposed to each other. 

“Fuck (y/n), you’re so-” You cut Draco off with your lips before he could even finish his sentence. You two were a complete mess- your make out was wet and chaotic. Your hands tangled in Draco’s hair, messing his usually-perfectly-gelled hair. His hands darted to your thighs and slightly pushed you up while squeezing. Straight away you knew that he wanted to fuck you against the wall. You jumped up and let your legs dangle on either side of Draco’s lean body. Draco was keeping you in place by forcing you against the wall and holding the back of your thighs. Due to him having to hold your whole body up, his arms were covered in veins. He looked so mesmerizing. You were both steaming hot and in need of each other. Draco didn’t wait any longer and he slammed into you, his full length filling you up. Your screams bounced off every single wall in the common room as Draco’s thrusts grew in speed and force. His head was down on your breasts, leaving hickeys all over you again. His lips escalated to your jaw, where he left a trail of hot kisses down to your collarbones. Your breathing turned into panting. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. 

“I’m close..” You managed to blurt out in between your heavy panting. Automatically, Draco put more force into his thrusts, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

A few seconds later, you let yourself go and you cummed all over Draco’s member. This must have stimulated him as you noticed his eyes closing and his lips parting slightly. His hips decreased in movement but became more intimate. You rocked yourself on his cock slowly to ease you both down from your high. Soon enough, Draco pulled out of you and placed your feet back on the ground which resulted in you dropping to your knees from the previous event. You felt really weak but really great at the same time. Both of you were trying to catch your breaths. Draco looked down at you and lightly laughed.

“You okay there? Want to go to my bed?” You nodded in approval. Draco threw his black shirt to you and he put on his own boxers to cover himself up a bit. You obligingly threw his shirt over yourself. It smelled of him; his specific scent. He always smelled like a crisp-cold morning in the woods. It was pleasant. You practically drowned in the shirt but it was a good thing as it covered your butt. He looked you up and down and smirked again. 

“You should wear my stuff more often.” Confidently, he walked to where you were sitting down. He picked you up bridal style and carried you up to his dorm room where he laid you on his bed. As soon as you were safely on his bed, he walked over to the other side and joined you. He took the duvet and covered both of your still-steaming bodies. He cuddled up to you with one hand resting on your waist, pressing you close to him. You both instantly fell asleep as soon as both of you relaxed and made yourself comfortable. 

How did everything lead to this?

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Thank you to everyone who read this! This is my first Harry Potter related story. I decided to write a Draco smut with no other parts to it but I felt like there has to be more to the story. This is going to be a story with parts to it so that its not a super long read all at once! 

Any comments/critique is welcome and appreciated!

I am open to taking any requests- oneshots, imagines, stories, ships, sortings, etc. :)

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