you know we could cuddle

Got7 when you sit on their lap and snuggle up to them


At first, when you climbed on his lap, he would all giggly, making fun of you a little. He just loved to make you blush. But in the end he wouldn’t let you get off so easily, since he actually thought you were to cute for this world.

“Wait, stay, stay! I didn’t want to make fun of you.”

Originally posted by got7ish


He would be wondering what the hell you were trying to do, but as soon as he realized you were sitting on his lap, snuggling up to him, he would smile widely. He would hug you back, just being very happy to have you in his life. As soon as he got bored tho, he would try to start a make out session.

Originally posted by magiccastles



That little sunshine

He would absolutly love it, holding you tighter and burying his face in the crook of your neck, telling you how cute you were. Moments like that would be his favorite about your relationship.

“Yah (Y/N), how can you be so adorable?”

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae




When you suddenly tried to climb on his lap, he would be like ‘Wtf is she doing’. But he would melt quite fast when you snuggled up to him, telling him you wanted to cuddle. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile, thinking how lucky he was. However, when dance training starts, be prepared to get pushed of.

that savage

Originally posted by chichangyu



I don’t know why, but he doesn’t seem like the type of boyfriend who would love to have you on his lap. He would start laughing when you sat down on his lap, thinking it was somehow cute. But he would get enough very soon, asking you to cuddle in another position.

“I mean, this is quite cute, but my legs are gone dead… Let’s move to the couch?”

Originally posted by markjin



Mark would also love it. He might seem like a 'Bad Boy’ with his tattoos and stuff, but he would just love you being all cute and adorable. He would most probably be used to it, helping you to get on his lap and pulling you closer. The two of you would understand each other without words.

“Come here, jagi~~”

Originally posted by jinmarkk


Bam Bam:


Proud af. First thing he would do is a selfie with you on his lap, wanting everybody to see that you were his and only his. He wouldn’t even mind someone coming in. If he was in a cuddly mood that day, he would also snuggle up to you. If he wasn’t, he might get bored after some time.

“You know, I love cuddling and stuff, but we could go shopping!”

Originally posted by kunpimuak


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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Six- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Six

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,317
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean


I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

Something more.

The words rattled you to your soul and you swallowed thickly.  It wasn’t like you could come up with a reply.  Every time you went to say something, your voice died in your throat.  The air didn’t seem to want to push its way out of your lungs and the only thing that came out was a strangled choke.

Dean had gone quiet too.  His eyes staring straight ahead, but his hand never left yours.  You looked down and you felt your heart stop when you noticed how perfect they seemed to fit together.  It was an odd idea to you.  That you could feel so much for someone but still want to hide yourself from him.  

Dean was never meant to be yours and it was going to be hard to let go of  something that never could be.  Chewing on your bottom lip, you gave his hand a squeeze.  You didn’t want to hurt him, but your heart was already dying inside.  There was something broken in you and there was no fixing it.

 Dean didn’t know that and you wouldn’t let him find out.  You would simply let him see that you weren’t meant for him.

Ten minutes later, you and Dean had arrived back to the motel.  You stopped in front of the door to your room and watched as he disappeared into his.  You allowed yourself to finally let the tears you had held back to fall.  Shaking in relief as you did.   

What the hell were you going to do with yourself?

You reached up and wiped away the tears as you stood in the cool night air.  It made your skin prickle and you reached up to rub your arms.  You had momentarily forgotten that your outfit was so suggestive until someone drove by in the parking lot to scream lewd things your direction.  You jumped and let out a surprised screamed when they honked loudly.

The door to Dean’s room came flying open as he came barreling out.  

“Y/N?” He asked as his peered around the corner at you.  You had pressed yourself to the adjoining wall as you tried to calm down.  You were overwhelmed by everything that had gone on that night. You desperately tried to regain your composure as you breathed in deeply.  Dean had rounded the corner and had you in his arms.  

You leaned into his touch and wrapped your arms around his waist.  Your heart thudded in your  chest as you tried to ignore the growing desire.  A desire to be that girl he called his own.

“What the hell are you doing out here sweetheart?”  He asked softly.  His hands coming up to stroke the top of your head.  You shook your head and clung closer to him.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing at all…” You mumbled into his shirt.  You were cold, tired, and confused.  You heard Dean let out a sigh before he pulled away and lead you to his door.   Your eyes snapped to him as he motioned for you to come inside.  
“Ummm….  Heh….  Ummmm…  I thought we’re gonna take things slow.”  You whimpered as you took a step backwards.  The pure nervousness that you had felt that first night in the bar was settling itself back into your stomach.  Dean let out that laugh of his and you turned to glare at him.

“What the fuck, Winchester!  Why are you always laughing at my expense? Not the best way to get in a girl’s pants!” You hissed.   Dean continued to laugh as he went inside his room.  You hovered in the doorway and stared into the darkness.  What the hell was he up to now?

First he confesses that he wants something more than sex from you.  Then he’s trying to get you into his motel room.  Was he trying to fuck with you?  You choked on your tongue  when the overhead light flickered on and Dean stood there in nothing but his boxer and t-shirt.  

You had never seen the man without his five layers of clothing except for the other morning.  Then it had only been brief and a lot less sexually driven.   Dean gave you a look as if to say, ‘You know you like it, sweetheart.’  You grunted and rolled your eyes.  

“Are you coming to bed or you just going to stand there all night?”  He asked with another chuckle.  You froze as you looked up at him with a questioning look.  

Was he just trying to get in your pants after all?  You glowered at him but took a step inside.  Dean approached you and closed the door behind you.  When it slammed shut, you couldn’t help but feel you were suddenly being locked in a dungeon of doom.   Dean, of course, being your own personal dungeon master.  You squinted as the idea of that being a dirty thought weaseled through you.  Your face twitched a bit at the thought of Dean spanking you while you called him Daddy flashed through your mind.  

You slow blinked at the thought and wondered what the hell you were even thinking.  The things this man made you think about.  No wonder woman’s panties seemed to literally drop at the sight of him.  You had never understood it until now.  Having Dean Winchester’s attention was the best high you had ever experienced.  It was also the most pissed off you had ever been.

Dean had been watching your facial expression with peaked interest.  He wished that he could just for a moment get inside that pretty head of yours, but mainly he wished he could get into those panties. 

 He snorted to himself and shook his head at that lie.  He knew damn well that what he was saying earlier was the truth.   What he wanted to get into was your heart and your panties.  Though he really didn’t care of the order that it happened.  He smirked at the thought and the way you had pressed your back against the door.

“Relax, sweetheart.  I just thought that maybe we could cuddle.  You know ease you into all this a little slower this time.”  He said with a toothy grin.   You eyed him for a moment and inspected him for any lies to be told.  All those years of hunting had given you a nose for sniffing out lies.    

“Alright… I’ll give it a try.”  You murmured.  “But any funny business Winchester and I’ll make you regret the day you were born.”  You warned as you eyed him with suspicion.  Dean just gave you that smirk of his in return before sprawling across the bed.  

“I’ll be right back.  I need to get out these clothes….  I smell like a bar threw up.”  You mumbled as you head towards the adjoining door.  Making your way quickly to your duffel bag, you rummaged around for your pajamas.   Yanking off your nuisance of an outfit, you sighed as the soft fabric of your favorite old band tee smoothed over your skin.  

Cringing when you noticed how wet your underwear still was, you slipped them down you legs in favor of a newer pair.  You blanched, when after searching for some time, realized that you didn’t have any more clean pairs.  You would have to do laundry soon.  Slipping on your sleep shorts, you grabbed your tooth brushed before sucking in a deep breath.  

You made your way through the door and stopped just short of the bed.  Dean was lying propped back on the pillows.  Shirtless.  A whimper got caught in the back of your throat and it made you sound like a mouse squeaking.  Dean smiled broadly at you and his fingers ghosted over his ab muscles.  Your eyes would have been come glue there if you hadn’t torn them away.

“Please tell me you have on boxers.”  You asked.  Your voice a little higher than normal from embrassessment.  You had never actually touched a naked man before and you couldn’t handle him if he was.   Dean laughed lowly and pulled the covers up to reveal his boxer.  You nodded before cautiously climbing into bed with him.  Crawling up to his side, you laid your head on his chest while he draped his arm around you.  

Dean sighed in contentment as he felt your warmth pressed against him.  His hand coming to rest just above your elbow as he gently ran his fingers over your skin.  You founded yourself snuggling closer into his warm chest.  Your whole body felt light as you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy the moment.  Dean was warm and smelt like mint.  Your hand began to trace circles into his right bicep as you hummed yourself to sleep.  

Dean noticed as you slowly began to fall asleep.  Your body stilled, your breathing became more even, and your eyes closed.  He smiled before placing a kiss on your forehead.  He gently ran his fingers through your hair and he couldn’t help thinking that this was how life was suppose to be.  He had a taste of this kind of life with Lisa, but that couldn’t have been.  You,though,were different.  He wouldn’t be dragging you into the life as you were already a part of it.  You understood him and he understood you.   

Dean spent the next few hours just watching you sleep.  He had chuckled when you had began to mumbled about him in your sleep.  You were frowning and you scolded him several times for being a pervert.   And then things got very interesting.   You had rolled away from him and seemed to moan his name.  He lifted himself so that he could try to make out your facial expressions in the dark.  From what he could tell, your face reflected what he thought was going on in that dream of yours.

“Dean please…  Touch me.”  You whispered.   A cocky smirk drew on Dean’s lips when his suspicions were confirmed.  You were having a sex dream about him.  

Dean could only watch completely transfixed as your hand roamed down your body.  It stopped at the waistband of your shorts and Dean had to swallow hard.  He sent out a little prayer to whomever the fuck would listen that you would go for gold.  Of course the opposite of that happen and Dean rolled his eyes.  Yours had popped open and were looking at him in horror.  He smiled knowingly down at you.  

That ever so cocky grin becoming wider as your eyes gave everything away.  Much to your protest, Dean leaned over and kissed you.  His lips lingering sweetly there.  It wasn’t raw and wild like the other you had shared.  It was soft and loving.  His lips moving against yours gently as his fingers slipped through your hair.  When he pulled back, you were a panting mess of a girl.  

You furrowed your eyebrows together at the action.  You had expected him to make some comment or lewd suggestion.  Not kiss you like you were his first love.  You reached up and scratched your head from nerves as he continued to smile at you.  Annoyance creeped up your spine as you glanced away from him.  You rolled over but could still feel those green orbs boring into your back.  The need to strangle him flashed through your mind and you sat up to glare at him.

“What Winchester?”  You snapped as your eyes narrowed into slits.

The smile was a not there anymore.  The smug grin on his face made you want to slap him or kiss him.  You just weren’t sure which one it was anymore.

“So…  How many of those dreams have you had about me?”  He asked in a cocky tone.  

You groaned and turned away from him.  Making sure to pull the covers over your head as you did.  

“Go to sleep, Dean.”  You mumbled from your blanket prison.  Dean snickered as his hand roamed under the blanket for you.  You yelped when his arms wrapped around you.  Pulling you into his chest as his fingers began to dance along your ribs.  You squealed loudly and tried to squirm away, but he locked you into his embrace. His fingers lingered in the place that he found you were the most ticklish.  You laughed until you were crying and he laughed with you as his heart swelled with joy.

“Dean stop!  STOP. Aahahahhahaha.” You well managed to shriek between rounds of laughter.   You hated being tickled and you wonder for a brief moment how he knew.  Then you remembered that you had confessed to him once.  Bastard, how did he remember that?

“Not until you tell me how many dreams you’ve had.”  He said with a laugh of his own.  You wailed harder as his fingers skimmed across your ribs again.  You jerked and wiggled but his grip was tight.  

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT!  I don’t know!  I’ve lost count!”  You cried in defeat as his fingers stop their torture.   

“Umm.  That’s the answer I wanted to hear.” Dean said as he kissed the top of your head.  Settling down behind you, he pressed himself into your back.  You stiffened when you could feel every muscle and smooth piece of skin.   Oh god damn it, the man was even built like a god.  You hadn’t allowed yourself to get a really good look at him.  You had always tried to avoid staring at him.  It had to be the same concept as staring at the sun.   If you stared to long you’d certainly go blind.

Dean, in the meantime, was taking advantage of your distracted state.  He leaned down and buried his face in your hair.  Sighing when you smelt sweet and light, he kissed the back of your neck.  A last fleeting thought flickered through his mind before sleep overtook him.

This was were you both belonged.

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(51) Gladio’s pick-up lines

Gladio: *sneezes*
Noctis: You’re always sneezing, big guy. 
Prompto: Want to go to a warm place?
Gladio: It’s not the cold. It’s my allergy to feathers.
Noctis: …? There’s no chocobos nearby.
Gladio: No, but there’s Iggy.
Prompto: So?
Gladio: I mean, all angels have feathers. 
Ignis: Oh.
Prompto: * squealing in background*

A Keeper

Hey bby could ya do a Remus x reader where they are caught making out by James Peter and Sirius and they’re all teasing Remus and he’s so embarrassed but the reader doesn’t care and just kisses him again ?? sorry if it’s too much xx

sorry for the long wait but midterms were kicking my ass! hope you like it! xx


You’ve only been dating Remus for two weeks, you had both decided to keep things on the down low for the time being because you knew how annoying your respective group of friends could be—between the marauders and Marlene and Lily, it was a miracle the Daily Prophet didn’t know every aspect of yours and Remus’ life.

That’s why you and Remus only met after curfew, or before the sun rose, much like today.

It was  Saturday, an hour before sunrise, and you and Remus were cuddling in front of the dying fire, you probably had like 2 hours before anyone in Gryffindor tower wakes up and heads down for breakfast.

“You know, maybe we should tell them, that way we could maybe cuddle in a warm bed…” Remus muttered, burying his face in the nape of your neck. You snorted in response, laughing at how he wasn’t a morning person.

“Fine by me, are you ready for Sirius to give you the birds and bees talk?”

“On second thought, maybe we should wait a bit more….” You hummed in agreement.

Soon enough the sun was beginning to rise and the room was engulfed by waves of crimson and gold. You were both still sitting next to each other, your legs on top of his long ones. Remus was lazily drawing patterns on your hand with his fingers, causing you to laugh every once in a while due to him tickling your sides. One thing lead to another and shortly he flipped you both over, him on top of you, his hands were on your hips, yours were intertwine in his hair, and your lips were on one another’s, forgetting the world around you.

Time seemed to completely stop as you two kissed, nothing could ruin such a perfect moment, or so you thought.

“JAMES! JAA-AMES! COME QUICK! OUR LITTLE REMUS IS ALL GROWN UP!” Sirius screamed from the top of the staircase.

You and Remus both sprung apart from each other, you quickly tried to make yourself presentable, you fixed your jumper and tried to tame your messy hair.

Remus on the other hand groaned as he buried his face in his hands as Sirius continued with his jokes.

“And when were you planning on presenting her to us?” James said haughtily as he draped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders.

“Mummy is hurt that you kept your girlfriend a secret.” Sirius wailed.

“Oh shut up Sirius, for the last time stop referring to yourself as my mother.” Remus said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“DON’T USE THAT TONE WITH YOUR MOTHER, YOUNG MAN.” James said dramatically as Sirius clutched his heart.

“I didn’t know James and Sirius adopted you…” You muttered, hoping to calm down Remus. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face but they were gone in a flash.

“I didn’t know you and Y/N knew each other.” Sirius said, smirking. 

“Well they certainly got really acquainted now…” James said as he wiggled his eyebrows, causing Remus to groan. You didn’t know how long they were going to tease Remus but from the looks of it, it seemed to be for a long time, something that you didn’t have.

“Well, I’ll leave you three to your little comedy fest. I’ll meet you by the lake in an hour, okay?” you told Remus as he nodded, an annoyed look on his face due to his friends. You stood on the tip of your toes and kissed him goodbye, both of you momentarily forgot that you had a crowd but after the teasing that they had done, you didn’t care. It wasn’t until Sirius started whistling that you stopped.

You waved the boys goodbye, Sirius and James gave you an approving nod and Remus waved bye, a dazed but content look on his face.

He was in awe of how you put up with his annoying friends without getting embarrassed.

You were definitely a keeper.

Chocolate kisses

Originally posted by sugagifs

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: you come home from a long day because your bratty classmate stood you up again. Yoongi thinks of a way to make you feel better.

Genre: Fluff. 

Author’s note: If this seems familiar I’ve posted this on Wattpad before but took it down. x 

You unlock your the door of your apartment and enter it with a deep sigh. Today has been bloody awful to say the least. Your bratty classmate that you have to give a presentation with totally stood you up at the cafe you were supposed to meet to discus things. This wasn’t the first time she did this. It happened 5 times now, and you were beyond pissed to say the least. You throw your keys on the dresser closest to the door and hang your coat on the rack. You step out of your shoes as you enter the living room. Looking around to see if you can spot the blonde boy anywhere in your shared apartment. You shrug your shoulders and make yourself comfortable on the couch. He’s probably just in his studio anyways, producing new music. 

Your boyfriend seriously works too hard for his own good. After a few seconds you suddenly hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Wait is he home? You quickly get up and make your way to the kitchen. As you walk around the corner you see your boyfriend looking at you with a gummy smile. A small chocolate fountain placed on the table in front of him. After having been with Yoongi for about 2 years now he knows you like the back of his hand. Your love for chocolate isn’t something that went unnoticed by him. Throughout the day he texted you to ask about your presentation, so when you told him that you got stood up again, he instantly wanted to make you feel better. So what better way to do it then with something you love; chocolate! 

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Sleep Quest

Pairing: Moxiety

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Anxiety mentioned throughout


Virgil was having a rough night.

He spent the day more stressed and anxious than usual, which didn’t seem like anything he couldn’t handle, but he had been trying to sleep for the past three or so hours, and every time he shut his eyes the voices got louder and louder. So he turned on his phone and played games, then scrolled on tumblr, in hopes to tire himself out enough that he would be able to get some rest, but the voices weren’t ready to shut up tonight. He sat up with a frown resting on his soft lips, and scrunched his hair with his hands. Virgil tried to do the breathing exercise he had always used, but even that wouldn’t work this time. The side decided now was the time to turn to google for assistance in his sleep quest, and he found the idea to heat up milk in the microwave. He was willing to try anything after all the trouble he’d just indured, so he quietly snuck out of bed and transported himself into Thomas’ kitchen, since there’s no actual electricity in any of the sides kitchens, as they are just in Thomas’ brain.

Once he was down there, Virgil slowly opened the fridge, got some milk out and poured it into a cup. He tried his best to open the microwave as quietly as he could and put the glass in, but it ended up slamming shut loud enough for Patton to hear. In a matter of seconds, Patton was in the kitchen in his cat onesie, smiling sleepily at Virgil.

“Hey, you can’t sleep either?” Patton asked with a yawn. He jumped up on the counter and watched Virgil with a soft, loving expression.

Virgil pursed his lips. “Yeah, been trying a few things but nothing has worked, so I’m heating up some milk in the microwave.”

Patton nodded before replying. “The good ol’ warm milk trick, works everytime.” He paused a moment, and an idea came to his mind ”You know… we could always… cuddle? Until you fall asleep of course.”

Virgil felt his face heat up, his cheeks turning bright pink. “Well… I don’t know…” The microwave beeped loudly and He thought over Patton’s offer as he took his warm milk out.

He wasn’t opposed to the idea, but the fact that Patton worded it so adorably made him blush. He knew if they did cuddle up together for a bit, that the voices would go away. It had worked before when he had cuddled with Roman that one time, so it would most likely work with Patton too. The voices began gnawing at his brain again and he was starting to feel himself become overwhelmed.

Patton was looking at him with a hopeful expression on his face, with that onesie on he looked even more adorable than usual, and Virge just couldn’t resist.

“Okay, why not.” Virgil said with a small smile.

The other side smiled widely and squealed as he jumped off the counter. He then led Virgil into the living room by his hand and the two cuddled up on the couch together.

Virgil being the little spoon and Patton, of course being the big spoon. There was a throw blanket already on the couch so Patton grabbed it and draped it over them. It was very warm and cozy, and it felt really comforting.

“Hey, Virgil?” Patton whispered from behind him.

“Yeah Patton?” Virgil replied quietly.

Patton sighed. “I wasn’t really having trouble sleeping, I lied.”

“Why are you awake then?” Virgil asked curiously.

“I knew something was wrong, because I had a nightmare about you getting hurt a few nights ago, and ever since I haven’t been sleeping. In my dream you got attacked by the voices so much that you couldn’t take it anymore. So, I’ve been watching out in case something happens at night and you need help. Then I heard the microwave slam tonight and I was worried, so I came.” Patton finished, and once he was done he was very out of breath.

Virgil smiled sadly. He felt bad that Patton sometimes had to deal with the anxiety taking over, but he was glad to have someone around who cares as much as the side did.

“Thank you.” Virgil said after a moment, and he kissed Patton’s hand that was draped around him.

Patton smiled happily. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

Within moments, the voices quieted down long enough for a Virgil to fall asleep peacefully, and Patton also got some sleep, for the first time in a while.


Starring: Kim Taehyung
Genre: Fluff
Words: 508
Summary: Taehyung wakes up much too late.
Warnings: None
Notes: This was more of an attempt at getting back into the swing of writing so yeah take that as you will.

— Cosmos ☾

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Could I request a scenario with Eustass Kid being playful with his s/o please?

I hope you like! Sorry this took so long!

It was a hot day. Too hot. The kid pirates decided it was time to bring out all the fans, eats all the cold treats, and drink everything.
“Ugh don’t touch me.” You said to your boyfriend. “What?! What not?!” Kid groaned. “I told you it’s too damn hot.” You said. Kid felt his heart break, he wanted to cuddle, and you rejected him. Kid then tried to wrap his arms around your waist. “It’s too hot to cuddle. Sorry, babe.” You said, fanning yourself with a magazine. Kid pouted, he looked like a child. “Not fair!” He said lunging at you, wrapping his arms around you. You giggled at kid blew hot air in your face. He held his iron grip on you. Kid kissed your cheek. “It’s never too hot to cuddle.” Kid said he kissed your cheek again, leaving another red lip print. You giggled at kid’s suddenly outburst. “You’re going to be the death of me!” You laughed. Kid gave you a knowing grin. “We could always cuddle naked.” Kid smirked. “S-shut up!” You blushed. Kid nestled his face in your neck as he sat down in a chair with you in his lap. “Maybe it isn’t to hot to cuddle.” You said, running your fingers through his hair.

Fun 50s slang we really need to bring back

dolly- a cute girl

back seat bingo- kissing in a car 

Cube- a normal person 

Fat City- a great thing or place

flutter bum- a good-looking boy

fuzzy duck- a girl with short hair

earth pads- shoes

hit the bottle- to bleach one’s hair blonde

Passion pit- drive-in movies 

jets- smarts, brains

kookie- nuts, in the nicest possible way

peepers- glasses

put an egg in your shoe and beat it!- leave!

panic and a half- a very funny joke

radioactive- very popular

real gone- very much in love. Also a little unstable.

 slurg- a milkshake  

tube steak- a hot dog

wig chop- a haircut

you make the king’s jive- your English is good

what’s buzzin, cuzzin- what’s new?

Boy Culture in Supernatural

So I want to talk about Sam and Dean in relation to something I call “boy culture,” and no I do not mean that movie from 2006. “Boy Culture” is a term I’m borrowing from this book, and I think it’s best exemplified in a number of movies, my favorites being Stand By Me and The Outsiders, as well as The Goonies, The Lost Boys,  The Sandlot, Dead Poet’s Society, and more recently, Super 8. The list goes on.

Boy culture is, essentially, a set of rules, values, and customs commonly used by groups of young boys - and for the sake of this particular discussion, American boys -  from childhood into young adulthood. At its core, it prizes four main values - courage, loyalty, mastery, and independence - that are also largely emphasized by the American standards of masculinity often set for adults. The difference here, the part that makes it ‘boy’ culture and not ‘man’ culture, is the focus on intimate same-sex friendships and a group mentality. Think spit handshakes and the alternate definitions of “blood brothers.” At a young age, boys are allowed a physical and emotional closeness that they aren’t allowed in later life. Interestingly enough, the process of growing out of boy culture generally happens as a boy’s desire for intimate relationships is transferred from the companionship of male friends to the companionship of a romantic partner.

So I think it’s very easy to see the way this applies to how the Winchester boys were raised, certainly. Loyalty to the family, mastery of hunting, courage to face monsters, the independence to care for themselves when necessary. The intimate bond between the two of them being of the utmost importance in their lives. All well and good, but here’s the thing: Sam grew out of it, Dean didn’t.

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Castle {Sentence Starters}
  • "Am I under arrest or something?"
  • "I can’t tell that story, it’s wildly inappropriate, which oddly is my point."
  • "Oh, I think somebody feels threatened."
  • "It says here that you stole a police horse? Ah, and you were nude at the time."
  • "Tell me something: do you ever have any fun?"
  • "I just want someone to come up to me and say something new."
  • "But, just don’t leave town until we speak again."
  • "You can lie like that? That is so cool."
  • "Don’t you want to have wildly inappropriate stories that you can’t tell your children?"
  • "Exactly how many times have you been married?"
  • "You’d be good at it. You’re both controlling and disapproving."
  • "Who was murdered, and was it gruesome?"
  • "So by trying to look smart, they were actually being stupid."
  • "Well, that depends. How much you offering to pay me?"
  • "If I was putting a body in a freezer, it’d be because I was trying to hide it."
  • "Okay, how about a little self-respect then?"
  • "I had this dream once, only I was naked and far less embarrassed."
  • "Yeah, well, you know we could always just cuddle."
  • "People we love leave us. Unless you chain them to a radiator, which for some reason is illegal."
  • "I don't know why you won't tell me where the party is!"
  • "I tried to stay in the car. I really did!"
  • "Are you sure it's sanitary to be eating here?"
  • "You thought you sounded so smart when you started that sentence, didn’t you?"
  • "I came down here to say that I'm sorry. And that I'm through."
  • "Tell me that doesn't sound like a serial killer to you!"
  • "I'm not running a background check on your daughter's date!"
  • "You know what? You are so getting it for that one!"
Cries For You

For ease of access please find below links to all my previous stories;
Sam and Dean Series            Requests and Stand Alones    
Lil Winchester             Heart Song
A Love She Never Knew          Dear Diary
High School Sweethearts       Reader Title Challenge
Enjoy my lovelies.
                                               Cries For You

Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

Can you do a really fluffy DeanxReader where they’re hunting something in a mental hospital and she gets crazy violent and they drug her like Sam in “Sam, Interrupted”? Then Dean’s trying to get her out of there after killing the monster and she keeps saying ridiculously fluffy things and falling asleep on him, she’s basically a drugged mess. Thanks!

Authors Note: I may have enjoyed writing this a little too much.


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CalFreezy: Interruptions

Requested: by @mintmendes fluffy calfreezy imagine about  a lazy day with him and your brother (josh or harry) and your brother makes it awkward

Warnings: Not any!

A/N: Finally I am back! If you didn't read my previous post, it explains why I haven't posted anything in ages. I made it as Harry’s your brother, seeing as I wrote about Josh being your brother before. I kinda liked writing this! Enjoy x

Cal messaged you saying to come round his flat to spend time together, seeing as both of you have been rather busy. Of course you said yes as you missed him very much. 

“Y/N!” Cal greeted you, picking you up and twirling you around making you squeal in surprise. “I’ve missed you so much.” He said, stopping spinning and kissed you.

“I’ve missed you too Cal.” You admitted, pulling away making your boyfriend pout. “So what are we going to do?” You asked once back on the floor, taking off your shoes and putting them by the door.

“I could think of a few things.” Cal smirked, making you roll your eyes playfully and shaking your head.

“Yeah, I know you could. Can we just cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie or something?” You questioned, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. “Come on then.” You said, patting the spot next to you.


You and Cal were in the middle of watching some random comedy movie, cuddling with each other, when your brother decided to walk in.

“Aw look at the two love birds.” Harry cooed, ruffling up your hair and sitting down next to you. “So what movie is this?” He questioned.

“Uh, Harry?” Cal asked.

“Yeah?” Harry replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Fuck off.” He bluntly said.

“No, this is my flat too you know. I can go wherever I like.” Harry smugly replied.

“It’s all right babe, let him be.” You said, kissing his cheek.

“Why? All I want is to spend time with you without any interruptions.” Cal whined, putting his head into your neck.

“I’m not interrupting you guys, right Y/N?” Harry asked.

“Well…” You said.

“Harry, just go.” Cal demanded, getting irritated at your brother.

“Make me.” Harry challenged.

“You asked for it!” Cal shouted, grabbing a pillow and whacking Harry with it, chasing him out of the room.

Moments later, Cal returned and sat next to you on the sofa.

“Where’s Haz?” You asked, turning around to look at your boyfriend.

“Let’s just say he won’t interrupt us any more.”

Angel Eyes

Can you do a really cute, fluffy imagine, can be about whatever, about Chris Motionless?

Chris’s Point of View

I stood at the doorway to my daughter’s bedroom. She was being held her mom’s arms, Y/N. She was the perfect wife and my daughter was so beautiful just like her. “I know you’re there Chris.” I heard Y/N say without turning to face me. “How’d you know?” I asked walked up behind her. “Baby girl’s eyes lite up.” she bounced her in her arms. I smiled down at my little girl and took her in my arms. “Hey sweetie.” I smiled down at her and she smiled up at me.

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Greg’s Secret II

From: Greg Lestrade []

To: Mycroft A. H. []

Sent: 30August  2017 14:07

Ya Know, I would find it relaxing maybe, if it wasn’t about losing staff, arranging cover for injured or traumatised coppers, or budgeting.

I like the idea of being stretched out on the deck of a yacht with you… We could send the staff to shore and just have it away on the deck… Or… just be close you know? I really enjoy that with you, the cuddles. Then we could shower…. Hmmm, maybe tonight after takeaway we could shower? Yeah… warm soapy water, my hands, your cock!! Then – more cuddles! And …

Would you like me to order in? Let me know what you want. Are you coming to mine?  I’ll probably be home by 6 tonight. So… let know when you leave work, I’ll have food here ready for you when you get in.

Greg x

From: Mycroft A. H. []

To: Greg Lestrade []

Sent: 30August  2017 14:12

I can come to your flat - of course. Anything is good for me. 

So long as I can eat it on your couch, with you next to me, I will be perfectly happy. 

Something about your flat makes me feel wonderfully safe. 

Perhaps it is the handsome police officer who so often can be found there. 


From: Greg Lestrade []

To: Mycroft A. H. []

Sent: 30August  2017 14:15

You know how to charm the pants off me you gorgeous man,

Ok, anytime after 6pm or let yourself in? I presume that’s not a problem for you x

What would you like to eat? I really fancy Indian for main and you for dessert ?

Greg x

From: Mycroft A. H. []

To: Greg Lestrade []

Sent: 30August  2017 14:18

You… are amazing. 

I’ve just caught myself grinning at my desk.

If truth is told, I’ve had a few remarks recently - curious enquiries - my good mood. Part of me wonders if people can tell that I’m… well, in love. If perhaps it shows.

I’ve not said anything. Please don’t worry. Your privacy means everything to me. Still… it seems I’m not quite able to hide what you’ve brought to my life.

Have you had anyone ask?

And Indian sounds wonderful. 


Request: Washer

Request: Juices wife denies him sex all day coz shes busy and he grows impatient initiating rough sex on the washing machine. 

Sorry about the previous version. I didn’t change it a lot, don’t worry.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut, BDSM 

Originally posted by sandm1827

Another lockdown, a long one, was finally over and you were back at your house. It had been closed in the last few days and now you had many things to do. Juice’s dirty clothes, covered in dust from the road, were waiting at the laundry while you cleaned the bathroom. You heard him entering the house, finally back from the club and poked your head out the room.

“Hi baby”, you smiled, making him turn his head in your direction, rushing to you.

“Hi gorgeous”, he pecked your lips and wrinkled his nose at the smell of bleach. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning”, you shrugged, going back to your task. “House is filthy, Juice… Closed all these days, and there is a huge pile of clothes in the laundry”

“I thought we could… Cuddle”, you smiled, knowing what he really wanted. You looked at him and saw Juice pouting. Yes, your big bad biker was pouting. “We had been apart all these days”

“It’s not gonna happen now, honey”, you beamed. “I have many things to do…But…”, you patted his cheek in your way out of the bathroom. “If you help me, we will finish it earlier. How about you clean the bedroom, gather all your stuff? I will be in the kitchen”

You heard him huff, but then walk to bedroom. You were cleaning the kitchen when Juice came closer again. He gripped your hips, pressing you between the sink and him. You felt him getting hard and smirked.

“Juan…”, you warned. He ignored you, his lips on your neck and ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. “Baby, not now…I’m busy”

“Oh come on!”, he whined. “We can clean later. I’ll help you”.

“Help me now and we can finish it earlier”, you got rid of him walking to the living room. “Clean the backyard Juan!”

All day you cleaned and all day Juice tried to catch you on a corner, or against the wall. He was horny, you got it and somehow you were too, but the house needed to be perfect, spotless and you wanted it to be soon.

Everything was perfect, you had more clothes to put on washer and your work would be done.

“Juan!”, you called out. “Do you have anymore clothes?”

He didn’t answer so you turned the washer on, looking it starting to fill. You put the soap back on the cupboard and felt his hands caressing your sides.

“Juan…”, you warned him again, but you were smiling. He didn’t stop and you let your arms fall down your sides. Juice caressed them, kissing your shoulder. “Baby, be patient. We are almost done”

“You said that all day”, he muttered against your shoulder. “Please, I’m tired of waiting. I want my wife. Do you want me?”

“Of course I do”, you laughed, feeling him grinding on you, making you feel his hard cock against your ass cheeks. You couldn’t help a moan and then you were lost, you knew he wouldn’t wait any longer, now that you had showed how much you wanted him too.

“Oh you! You are playing with me!”, Juice nibbled you earlobe swaying your hips together. “You like games don’t you?”

You swallowed and shuddered. The days apart and Juice all over you were starting to take the best of you. You weren’t playing with him, but now that he had come up with the idea…

“Yes”, you whined, leaning against him, giving more access to your neck. You heard him suck a breath and you knew he was thinking about it. Rough Juice wasn’t common, but when he was up to a game, God! It was amazing!

“Tell me what you want”, he said softly as he gripped your wrists and pulled your arms back.

“You”, you whispered, melting against him. His hand reached something above your head and you noticed it was one of your bra. You gasped as Juice tied your wrists with it.

“Are you okay?”, you smirked, grinding against him, his cock between your ass cheeks. He laughed and gripped your hips. “I guess I should stop talking”

Juice spun you around, your body pressed against the washer. He claimed your lips, kissing you roughly, as his hand squeezed a breast. You welcomed him, there was no reason to deny what you both wanted any longer, he had you where and how he wanted. He grazed his teeth on your low lip and grabbed your shirt, ripping it in two.

He stopped for a moment, admiring your breasts covered by the white bra, your chest raising as you breathed faster. He ripped it too, exposing your skin to the cold air. You arched your back when he took your nipple in his lips, rolling them over the sensitive spot. He opened his mouth sucking it, giving both the same attention.

“Juan”, you moaned, bucking your hips in his direction, craving for some friction. He lifted his head to look at you, caressing your cheeks and opening your lips with his thumb, making your suck it before knelt you in front of him.

You licked your lips as he unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall around his ankles, his boxers following. Juice caressed your cheeks and grabbed his dick, sliding the tip over your lips.

“Open your mouth baby”, he said. He held himself and you licked his extension, before open your mouth wide, letting Juice slid his cock inside it. You took a deep breath as he went further, the tip touching your throat. You looked up at him, “Jesus! You look so beautiful!”

He pulled your hair in a ponytail and thrusted in your mouth. You were choking, closing your eyes at his thrusts inside your mouth. He pulled back with a pop sound and you gulped for air, hearing the washer behind you.

“Damn! I need you”, he groaned as pulled you up. Juice dived his hand inside your pants, founding your fat clit and making you moan as he pressed his thumb over it, fingers sliding inside you. He kissed you again, leaving your lips swollen as he pumped his fingers inside you. You couldn’t control your moans now, and he smirked, pulling his hand back. “I knew you wanted me, you are so wet”

“Yes”, you looked at him through your eyelashes, knowing what the gesture would do to him. “Please, baby”

“Fuck”, he cursed and spun you around again, dragging your clothes down your legs. Juice grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them. He cursed in a low voice as he bend you over the washer, its vibrations reverberating through your body. “Hmm…You look so damn good in this position baby. Look at your pussy, all mine, dripping wet”

“Yeah”, you whined. “Just for you Juan. Take it”

“I’ll baby”, he laughed, sliding the tip of his cock over your fat lips. He held your arms and spread your legs, pushing inside you, fast, hard and deep, making you scream.

“Juan!”, he slapped your ass and you gasped, trying to breathe as he started to pound inside you. You were wet for him, your juices making his cock slid easily in and out of you. It was odd, but the buzz of the washer under you, reverberating through your being were increasing the sensations and you were moaning, surrender to the pleasure.

“Shit!”, Juice was panting behind you. “Fuck! You fell so good baby, so wet”

“Please Juan, please”, you whined, your walls already pulsing, your wanted to cum, badly, not able to hold any longer. He was losing pace, but still fucking you hard enough to shake the washer. Juice put his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit. “Yes! Yes, baby, right there… Juan!”

You were trembling, uncontrollably as the orgasm ran through your body. If it wasn’t for Juice holding you close you would have fallen on the floor. He quickly untied your wrists and you slid to the floor, your back against the washer. Juice did the same and pulled you to his lap, letting you hid your face on the crook of his neck.

“Wow!”, he muttered, making you laugh. “That was… You… You love to tease me!”

“Yeah, it was amazing”, you kissed his neck, resting your hand on his chest, feeling it move up and down. “I wasn’t teasing. I really wanted the house to get clean”

“Yeah, right”, he laughed and caressed your back as you rested against his chest. You noticed that the room was quiet, you could only hear the sound of your breaths.

“Juan”, you whispered carefully. “Do you hear the washer?”

He stayed quiet, paying attention and then his eyes widened. “I think we broke it”, he whispered and you burst into laughter. Juice did the same, both hysterically laughing on the laundry floor.

“Come on”, you said, getting up, letting your clothes on the laundry. Juice admired your naked body as he got up too and you helped him take off his clothes. “We finished cleaning for today”

“What are we going to do now?”, he smiled, eyes sparkling. You smirked and took his belt from the floor.

“Your turn”, you bit your lip, leaving the room and glancing over your shoulder as Juice followed you, grinning.

Firsts And Lasts

*WARNING: Smut and some mild language towards the end.* 

“I just want to do something nice,” Harry laughed, his phone squished between his cheek and shoulder as he got dressed. “Come on, just trust me.”

He heard you laugh from the other end, imagining you roll your eyes. He was wiggling into his jeans, a huff escaping his lips as he finally got them to button.

“You’re not trying to wear my jeans are you?” You joked causing him to laugh, making his way over to his bed to grab his shirt.

“Ha ha, you are so funny, baby.” The giggle coming from you made his heart flutter a bit, a smile making its way to his face.

“I know. Now tell me what monkey business you’re up to, Harry.”

He’d been trying to convince you to let him cook for you, something he’d wanted to do for a while now. You liked the idea of it, but you were worried he would end up hurting himself. He was nagging for the past week, constantly bringing it up while you were out or over the phone. Now, you were finally ready to give in and let him have his moment to shine.

“I’m not up to monkey business, baby,” he laughed. “Please, I’ll come pick you up later.” He sounded like a small child who was begging to go to the park when their mother said no.

“Alright, Harry. Please don’t hurt yourself or burn the house down.” You could imagine him rolling his eyes as you heard him laugh once more.

“I won’t make any promises, babe.” You heard him shuffling around, probably getting ready to get some errands over with. “I’ll pick you up as soon as I’m done with the studio.”

“Okay, be safe.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”


You were still getting ready when you heard the intercom buzzer chime through your apartment. Quickly making your way over, you briefly pressed the ‘talk’ button before he muttered a quick “It’s me” and buzzed him up. His knock rushed you over to the door to let him in, his eyes quickly scanning over your shirtless torso.

“And I’m always naked?” He smirked, his arms wrapping around you to pull you close. You laughed, your arms snaking around his neck and smiling up at him.

“You interrupted me while I was getting dressed.”

“Mm, well I like you better like this,” he smirked, his arms tightening around you. Laughing, you rolled your eyes and tried to push him away, his grip staying tight.


“I didn’t get my kiss,” he grinned, puckering his lips for you. You smiled, quickly leaning up on your toes and pressing your lips to his. His hands slid down your back as your tongues were tangling with one another. Once you felt his hands softly squeeze your bum, you pulled away and looked at him, a laugh falling from your lips.

“Behave,” you untangled yourself from his grip before you made your way back to your bedroom. His eyes watched and he followed behind, admiring your body as you picked out something to wear. He sat on your bed, too small for the both of you which caused you to end up on top of him when he slept over, and leaned back on his hands.

“You have a nice bum,” he grinned as he kept his eyes on you, watching as you began to loop the buttons to the plaid shirt you’d picked out.

“You’re a pervert,” you shot at him, a playful smile on your face. You watched as he laughed, crossing his legs in front of him as he did so.

You loved when he laughed; the way he would throw his head back, his perfect teeth showing, his dimples caved deep into his cheeks, the way he’d sometimes clap when he laughed too hard, and the way his green eyes would go bright with specks of blue hidden in them.

“I’m allowed to be a pervert, it’s part of the boyfriend job.”

“Really? I don’t remember that on the application.” You grinned as you began to slide on your jeans. His smile was wide as he watched you, a playful look in his eyes.

“Decided I’d keep that part out.”

“Well, you’re lucky I love you.” You shot him a wink as you slid your feet into the floral flats you opted for. As you finished up, you spritzed a bit of his favorite perfume before grabbing your tote and looking at him. “Are you ready?”

“Ready when you are, baby.”


“You know we could just order a pizza and cuddle with a movie on,” you looked over at him as he began to throw his apron on. He turned and glared at you, his hands on his hips.

“Will you shut up? I’m trying to do something nice for you.” You threw your hands up in surrender and laughed, watching as he got defensive.

“Okay okay,” you sat down on a stool and leaned your chin against your palm, a smile forming as you watched him grace the kitchen. He quickly pulled his ingredients on to the island, shooting you a smile before getting starting.

He dashed around to chop, to bake, to sizzle, and to taste. His actions made you laugh, looking as if he really knew what he was doing.

“Babe, don’t laugh at me,” he pouted over at you, his brows furrowing as he finished up the lasts bits and pieces of the dinner he was preparing.

“I’m not laughing, my love. I promise.” You smiled innocently, blowing him a kiss as he began to set the dinner on to dishes.

“I’m almost done,” he grinned and watched as you kept your eyes on him. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I cooked?”

“Nope, surprise me,” you laughed and waited for him to set your plate in front of you. He did so, watching as you eyed the food in front of you before sitting down across from you on the stool. “You sure this isn’t poisonous?”

He rolled his eyes, taking the first bite and smirking. “Not bad.” You reciprocated and took a bite off of your fork, slowly chewing while keeping your eyes on him. You had to admit it really wasn’t bad; steak he had managed to sauté was chewable and soft, the vegetables surrounding it adding a bit of extra flavor. He looked at you, a hopeful look on his face.

“This is really good, babe.” You watched as he smiled from ear to ear before taking another bite.

“You really like it?”

“I do, you did a great job.” You continued to eat, the both of you quiet as you stuffed your faces.

“Oh wait!” He swiftly shot up and made his way through the kitchen, peeking around before pulling out a bottle and two glasses. Sitting back down, he poured two flutes of wine and slid yours over, a grin on his face.

“Are you trying to get me tipsy, sir?” He laughed, watching as you began to sip from it.

“I might be,” he took a chug of his before setting it down on the marble surface. “I like when you’re drunk.” His words caused you to laugh and once you’d finished your food, you leaned back against the back of the stool to relax with the flute in your hand.

“Thank you for this, Harry. It was really sweet of you.”

“Anything for you, my love.”


You were laid up in his large bed, his arm tucked around you and your head on his shoulder. Your fingers were tracing his tattoos, your lips randomly pressing kisses to his chest.

“What’re you thinking about?” Your words were whispered as you looked up at him, his eyes closed and his hand supporting his head. He let out a breath and tightened his hold around you.

“How much I really do love you,” he let the words fall out so naturally, causing you to blush as you watched him. “And our future.”

“Our future?” Your leg was swung over his, your brightly painted toes landing in the middle of his calf.


“What about it?” You watched as he settled deeper into the mattress, his hand coming over his chest to land over yours and his eyes still closed.

“One day, I’m going to propose and then we’ll be married,” he let out a breath before continuing. “And then we’ll have kids that’ll call us mummy and daddy.”

Your heart melted at his words and you watched as the words fell from his lips. You pressed another kiss to his chest before he continued, peeking his eye down at you before closing it again.

“We’re going to watch them grow and take their first steps and send them off to school in the morning,” he smiled to himself. “And I’ll get to wake up to you, my wife, in the morning and cuddle into you after a long day at night. But most of all, I’ll get to love you and I’ll be loved by you for the rest of my life. I don’t know what could be better.”

You felt the tears prick at your eyes before you leaned up on your elbow, a smile on your face and looked down at him. Once he felt your head disappear from his bare chest, he opened his eyes and they were met by your glossy ones.

“Hey, hey. What’s got you all worked up? Was it something I said?” He sat up a little, concern spreading over his face. You let out a chuckle and nodded, a tear escaping the corner of your eye before he quickly wiped it away. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know it would bothe-“

Your lips pressed to his before he could finish, your hand splaying on to his chest before you pulled away slowly. His lips brushed against yours and his forehead leaned down to your own, his hand on your lower back.

“I am so in love with you,” your voice was hushed as you swiped your thumb across his bottom lip. “And I can’t wait to spend my life with you.” He closed his eyes for a second, a smile crawling on to his lips.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

And he didn’t know how happy he made you. Whether you slept over his house or vice versa, you loved waking up before him to watch him sleep for a few extra moments. You loved how lazy he was in the morning and would beg for some more cuddles. You loved that he would offer to cook breakfast or take you out only to fall asleep once more and waking up to you making his favorites. You loved when he’d randomly stop by your apartment just to fall asleep on the bed that was far too small for the two of you, forcing you to sprawl across his chest. And most of all, you loved that he loved you; how he planned your future together in his mind and being able to admit it to you made your heart beat faster and love him even more, although you didn’t know it could be possible.

“I love you,” your lips connected with his again, falling on to his chest and straddling his lap. His tongue poked at your lips, swiftly slipping in and exploring your mouth. His hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him and closing the space between your chests. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to kiss across your jaw and down your neck, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

He suddenly flipped over, hovering over you and shifting his weight. Quickly undoing the buttons of your blouse, you tossed it to the ground on the side of the bed as his lips continued to trail down your neck. He found his way down your chest, peppering each bra covered breast with his kisses before continuing down your stomach. Your eyes fell closed once more as he began to undo the button of your jeans and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in just your undergarments. He came up to meet your eyes before the slid down your almost naked body, a breath escaping his lips.

“You drive me crazy,” he let out, the blush creeping to your cheeks. He looked at you again, a smile on his face before he leaned down to peck your lips. Your hands traveled up his back, landing on the back of his neck to play with the curls that lied at the nape.

You gazed up at him; his eyes full of love. In the amount of time you’d both been together, you’d never seen each other naked. A couple of sneaky peeks here and there, but it was never the full view. But tonight, you wanted to change that; you wanted to make love with him. You wanted his hands on you and yours on him, you wanted to feel him inside of you, you wanted to watch him reach his high; you wanted all of him.

He was going to be your first, but you knew you weren’t his. With the extravagant life he lived, you didn’t expect it. Millions of girls across the world wanted him and some had had him, as lucky as they were. But you didn’t care; you wanted to be his last.

“Make love to me,” you watched as his eyes went wide a bit, his hand cupping your cheek.

“A…Are you sure? Baby, you don’t have to, I mean, I would love to but I don’t want you to feel like you ha-“ You cut him off once more, your fingers covering his lips.

“Stop it,” you whispered. “I want to so bad, you have no idea. I love you, Harry, I love you so much. Please.” You watched as he smiled, his lips meeting yours once more. He started once more, making his way down your neck before stopping at your chest. His hands reached around to the back of your bra, his fingers at the hook. He looked at you for approval and once he saw you nod, he let it snap open before he slid it off of you and throwing it to the floor. His mouth showed attention to each breast, pressing soft kisses to the peak. Your breath hitched, your eyes closing once more.

He grinned up at you, enjoying the reaction he got before he continued, his lips stopping to kiss your navel. His index fingers hooked into your panties before slowly sliding them down your legs and hurriedly tossing them to the ground. You kept your eyes closed, holding your breath in anticipation before you heard his voice.

“Baby, hey, look at me,” your eyes shot open and he hovered above you, his fingers pushing your hair back. “You are so beautiful.” You smiled, relaxing as the words came from him and you pecked his lips.

“You make me feel beautiful,” your voice was a whisper and you watched as he beamed before beginning to leave his trail of kisses once more. Once he’d reached your pubic bone, his pressed a soft kiss to it as he continued down, his lips barely grazing the spot you ached for him the most. He let out a laugh as he heard you groan, a kiss pressed to each of your inner thighs.

“Harry,” you breathed out, looking down at him.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He was teasing and you hated it, your head falling back on to the pillow and you shut your eyes tight.

“I want your mouth,” your voice was high pitched. “Please.” Before you had a chance to process it, you felt his mouth on the area you craved him; his tongue darting out and sliding over your slit. The moans fell from your lips repetitively, your fingers leaning down to tangle in his hair. He slid his tongue in and out, causing chills to run down your body and your toes to curl before you felt him focus on the little bundle of nerves and he slipped a finger in.

“H-Harry,” you shrieked, your fingers tightening around his dark curls as your breath hitched. “I…I’m,” the words wouldn’t come out as you felt yourself come close to your peak before his lips quickly left the throbbing ache and coming up to press to your own causing you to whimper.

“Not yet, my love. I want to be inside of you,” his lips were glossy and he found himself beneath you in a swift motion, your lips hungrily making their way down his already semi nude body. Your fingers reached the elastic of his briefs and you eyed the bulge waiting to escape before you slid them down, his length rapidly falling back to rest against his stomach. You blushed, your expectations confirmed with a better version. You leaned down to press a kiss to each of his thighs before you kissed the tip of his length, earning a groan from him.

You were nervous, very nervous. You’d never done this before and you didn’t know what he expected from you. He must’ve noticed and you pressed another kiss to it before continuing down the base. You felt him tense underneath you before he grabbed your hands and pulling you up to meet his face.

“N-No, I want tonight to be about you,” he pulled you down next to him before climbing back over you.

“But you did it for me.”

“Because I wanted to. I want to make you feel good, baby. There’ll be other times for me, but tonight is for you.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, your noses brushing against one another.

“You’re amazing,” you breathed out before you watched him reach over to his drawer and pull out a foil packet. He ripped it open between his teeth, his eager fingers rolling the condom on to his length. He noticed you watching him intently and he frowned, his eyes closing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. You were confused, your eyes looking up to him with furrowed brows.

“What? Why?”

“I-I’m sorry you’re not my first like I’m yours,” he dropped his head, giving it a small shake and sighing. “I wish you were and I’m sorry, my love.”

“Hey, hey,” your hands reached up to take his face between them, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Please don’t be sorry. Neither of us knew this would happen and you were living your life the way you were meant to. I’m not mad nor am I going to mope about it because I love you. There are so many girls out there that would kill to be me right now and I don’t blame them, you’re amazing. I might not be your first, but promise me one thing.”


“Let me be your last.”

“I wouldn’t want anything else,” his lips pressed to yours before he looked down, taking his length in his hand and aligning it with your entrance. “I-If it hurts, I’ll stop. Just tell me, okay? I promise I’ll stop.”

“Harry, please, just…just make love to me, already.” You heard him chuckle before he slowly slid in, feeling him begin to stretch you out. You gasped, shutting your eyes tightly and grabbing on to his arms. He stopped abruptly, his eyes alarmed and watching you. You opened your eyes to look back up at him, giving him a small nod. “I’m okay.”

He gulped, slowly pushing in once more and before you knew it, your pain soon turned to pleasure. Your hands landed on his back, your fingernails digging into the skin.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, his bottom lip caught between his lips as he found his rhythm. Burying his head into your neck, he began to nip at it softly. “You feel so good.”

His words were driving you crazy, the grunts coming from his throat giving you an extra boost. Your hands slid up and down to finally settled for the nape of his neck, your fingers tugging on the curls. He sped up, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper making you feel like he was in your stomach.

“Oh, Harry,” you moaned as he pulled back from your neck, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. His hand slid down your front as he continued to push into you, his thumb landing on the little nub of nerves and beginning to create small circles. Your moans fell faster now, your fingers raking down his back. “O-Oh my g-Harry!”

He groaned at the sound of his name escaping your lips and he kept his eyes focused on you, his brows furrowing. “Are y-you ready?” He could feel it coming on, it was building in the pit of his stomach.

“I-I’m almost,” you moaned once more. “There.” He was holding it in as best as he could so he could watch you let go. He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers and holding them beside your head. He sped up his thrusts, making sure to hit the spot that made you moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he let out, his eyes watching as you began to fall apart beneath him.

“I…I…” the moans and his name fell from your lips as you trembled, your back arching as you came undone. You whimpered as he continued to thrust, his eyes falling shut and his hands tightening around yours.

“F-Fuck,” he let out. You leaned up to press your lips against his ear, your voice raggedy.

“Let go, Harry.” And with the sound of your voice, he groaned before quickly releasing, his thrusts sloppy and his face buried into your neck. He stopped, the both of you out of breath as your fingers twirled his curls and his lips pressed a kiss to your collarbone. He leaned up to look at you, sweat beaded on his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Was that alright? Are you okay?”

“That was…incredible,” you breathed out, a smile spreading on your face. He began to slide out causing you to stifle a moan, glaring up at him. “You did that on purpose.”

You watched as he laughed, his lips kissing yours before he rid himself of the protection. He flopped down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his thumb tracing circles against your hip. You leaned into him, your face buried into his chest.

“I’m glad you were my first,” you admitted, pressing a kiss to his sweaty chest. “I love you.”

“And I’m glad you’re my last. I love you too,” he grinned, kissing the top of your head. “Are you up to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“You have no idea, baby.”

Oh, there you have it, lovelies! I hope my smut writing lived up to your expectations, I tried my best! Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you as well as everyone else enjoys! Don’t forget to stop by my ask to leave me some feedback or anything else you have on your mind. Love you, darlings.

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