There may be a couple of spoilers throughout this. I promise I will be writing more Teen Wolf fics soon, I’m just so in love with Steve at the minute. Enjoy, leave feedback please! As well, I feel the need to point out, no one has any permission to post my imagines elsewhere.
The brown eyed beauty collapsed onto the couch, hands swinging behind his head as a sigh escaped his pink full lips. The dish towel that he had been holding dropped onto his lap, and you smiled when the first thing he did was stretch his hands out to you, gesturing for you to come over to him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, his arms tightening around your torso and his head fell into the crook of your neck. “Why are kids so difficult?” Steve muttered, the humming of his lips tickling your skin.
-Request: could you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend riding their thigh?-
Thanks for requesting!
As you grinded yourself against Jin’s thigh, you let out a soft moan, burying your head into his neck. Jin smirked, feeling himself grow hard at the sight of you riding his thigh.
“Does that feel good, Princess?”
As you rocked your hips, rubbing yourself against Yoongi’s thigh, he placed his hands on your hips, his eyes never seeming to leave your face. You cried out Yoongi’s name, feeling your high approaching.
“Cum for me, Kitten - cum all over my thigh.”
Straddling Namjoon’s thigh, you gasped once you had grinded yourself against him. Namjoon encouraged you to ride his thigh, loving how much of a moaning mess you would become just by you rubbing yourself against him.
“That’s it baby.. Good girl.” “Fuck, you love riding Daddy’s thigh, don’t you?”
Moving your hips, you closed your eyes in pleasure, loving the feeling of riding Hoseok’s thigh. You gripped onto Hoseok’s shoulders, feeling yourself trembling, a sign that often told you that you were about to climax. Hoseok’s strong hands gripped your ass firmly, as you continued to grind against him, chasing after your orgasm.
“Are you close, baby? God, I can tell you’re close, you’re shaking.”
Your cheeks were completely flushed, and you felt yourself becoming a sweaty mess as you rolled your hips. You threw your head back as you grinded against Taehyung’s thigh harder, and parted your lips, letting out a moan. Taehyung groaned at the sight of you.
“Shit - you’re so fucking hot.”
You rocked your hips back and forth at a fast pace, positioning yourself so your clit had received the most pressure as you rode Jimin’s thigh. Jimin was in a complete trance as he watched you pleasure yourself.
“Fuck, I could cum right now, Princess - just at the sight of you.”
Jungkook began bouncing his leg as he could tell your climax was approaching, causing you to cry out his name. You mounted Jungkook’s thigh, burying your head into his neck.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my thigh?”
I was finally able to commission two artists that I have admired for a while now and I couldn’t be any more thrilled!! @vasirasart and @hragon I cannot thank the both of you enough! I love both of my pieces and cannot wait to get a good photostock to print them on! Then I will hang them on my wall of inspiration! I decided to draw them some fanart of their characters as an added thank you. I’m just so overjoyed!
Anonymous Requested: hello there! i watch the whole season two and omg IT’S SO AMAZING, i loved everything, especially the relationship between steve and the kids soooo could you do a imagine like older brother!steve x sister!reader???? i just need this, you can write anything you want i just want something really fluffy and platonic, thanks ;) + Hi! Could i please request a being Steve Harrington’s younger sister or twin? Thank you.
Pairing: Steve x Sister!Reader (obviously platonic)
Warnings: hurt and comfort.
A/N: this boy has stolen my heart. I mean… he always had but he was just literally so amazing in ST2
Steve was losing his mind. It was obvious to anyone that Steve was a protective older brother, and could you blame him? You got into trouble as easily as he seemed to eat that delicious KFC. But ever since he could drive, it’d become a routine that’d he drive you to and from school and that had never changed.
But as he’d arrived at Hawkin’s Middle School like every other day, at three fifteen exactly, he’d noticed something off. Normally you would be waiting by the front doors, but you hadn’t been. Now Steve wasn’t insane, he figured you’d just had to get something after school or talk to a teacher, so he’d waited; an entire half hour and nothing.
This is when the panic begun.
He’d drove around the perimeter three times before giving up with that method and getting out of his car. He proceeded to search around the school, nothing, and then make his way inside. It was then that Steve found both Mike Wheeler and Will Byers, who he knew you were friends with, standing by the AV Club doors, pounding on it and screaming your name.
“Y/N! Y/N come on! Let us in!”
“Are you okay? What happened?”
Steve called their name, hovering a little bit aways out of a breath but over their yelling and banging, he couldn’t be heard. Huffing he took a step closer and grabbed Mike by the shoulder and pulled the younger boys attention on himself. “Yo, shit, where’s Y/N?”
Mike narrowed his eyes, seemingly forgetting about you who’d locked yourself in the AV Club room. “Steve?”
“Yeah it’s me.” Steve brushed aside, letting go of him and straightening. “Where’s Y/N?”
“In there.” Will softly spoke up, pointing in the direction of the locked door. Steve pursed his lips, stepping past the two boys and placed his hand on the door knob, it was locked. “What is she doing in there?”
Both boy shrugged. “Don’t know. We found her after class crying and then she bolted from us and ending up in there. I could barely get a look at her.” Mike explained, shrugging his shoulders in defeat but Steve could see a hint of worry behind his eyes. Furrowing his brows, he gave one last suspicious look Mike’s way who only glared back and turned to the door, pounding on it. “Y/N! Y/N open up!”
“Go away!” You screamed.
“What the…” Steve mumbled, jiggling the door knob one finale time. Looking down both ends of the hallway, he confirmed no one was coming and stepped back. Raising his foot, he kicked at the door knob before the door swung open. It was extreme measures but something was clearly wrong with his younger sister, and he wasn’t about to just let it slide.
Once the door was open, he turned to the other two. “You two, stay out here.”
“No buts. Y/N needs her brother, now… go home.” Will and Mike sighed, agreeing reluctantly as Steve walked into the dimly lit room, swinging the door closed. He found you in the corner of the room, not facing him and instead the wall and he could hear soft sniffles.
Steve watched your shoulders rise with a huff and your folded knees fell; “what Steve?”
“What do you mean what?” Steve asked, suddenly angered by your lack of explanation. “You don’t show up after school and i’ve spent the last twenty minutes searching….” Steve’s words fell silent as you finally turned to him, and he got a good look at exactly what was wrong. Your once long H/C hair had now been chopped shorter, unsteadily with some strands shorter than others.
“This is what is wrong.” You cried, your face twisting into a pout. Your hand hesitantly came up to grasp your now very much shorter locks of hair and you bit your lip from letting out a sob. “Bunch of bitches chopped my hair off.”
Steve was silent for a long time and you sat there, pouting. Then suddenly your older brother stepped forward and smiled down at you; “I think it makes you look badass.”
“Yeah.” Steve nodded, letting his hand fall onto of your head. “You look pretty fucking badass.”
You paused, unsure of Steve words before reluctantly smiling. Somehow Steve always knew how to make you smile, no matter how upset you were. Hesitantly your hands went up to grasp his and you peered up at him; “yeah?”
“Definitely.” Steve grinned, “now come on. I’ll take you home and mom can fix it up nice, make you look even more badass.”
A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels.
You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.
It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.
“I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”
“Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.
You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.
You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now.
You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face.
Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window.
Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material.
“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear.
Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete.
“Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man.
You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol.
“It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously.
One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes.
And you fired.
When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving.
He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes.
You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do.
The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier.
“Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back.
Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head.
“Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!
You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.
And began walking towards you.
The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.
You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.
As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down.
You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face.
You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face.
Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.
His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.
He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu.
You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him.
He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends.
“Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.
He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain.
His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face.
Then everything went black.
When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together.
You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were.
“Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all.
He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.
“Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.
“N-No,” you answered timidly.
“Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”
He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.
“Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.
His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.
“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.
“The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”
“His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”
He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.
You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.
He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.
“I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?
“But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely.
Request:Hello I was wondering if you could do an imagine or whatever you prefer to call it where the reader is studying and Peter is attention deprived and is being distracting and all touchy and super cute w reader and it ends up super fluffy and stuff
A/N: I’m taking like a two second break from the Drabble Challenge prompts and writing this. I hope it turns out good.
Peter was distracting enough as is, but when he’s purposefully being distracting, it’s almost unbearable.
Your room went silent, and suspicion crept up your spine. But none the less, you remain focused and attentive to your homework. Peter was currently somewhere in your apartment, not making a sound, which was extremely unusual.
You felt a tug at a few strands of your hair. Choosing to ignore it, you kept your head down and eyes fixated on the pages in front of you. The slight yanking returned, but more strands of hair were added, “Peter,” you groaned and spun your head around, only to find that no one was there. You were the only person in your room. You sighed and tried to let go of the uneasy feeling in your gut.
“You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away” G.D
a/n: hey guys! part two of “I’ve been hurt before, but not like this. Never like this” is finally here! I know, i’ve left you guys waiting for this for too long but i had surgery last monday so i’ve been on strict bed rest and in so much pain these couple of days. BUT, i finally got the energy to finish this draft so here it is! this is also the first time i’ve written smut so bare with me haha. i hope this makes up for it!
warnings: contains sexual content!
word count: 2,713 words.
“Come on y/n, it’s time for the meeting”
You looked up from your desk and saw your best friend Sienna waiting for you by the door. You nodded and quickly gathered your things before heading with her to the conference room.
It had been a year and sixty-one days since you walked away from Grayson. A year and sixty-one days since you walked away from the relationship you had wanted to be your happily ever after. After that night, you decided to start your life over, away from him, from Ethan, from everything that reminded you of what you had had with Gray.
And by everything, you meant EVERYTHING. You decided to leave LA and move to New York, a small town called Saratoga Springs which is just a short drive to New Jersey where your family lived.
Just being in the same city as Grayson had been toxic. You were always afraid of bumping into him everywhere you went, sometimes even hoping of running into him because you missed him terribly. You knew an escape from the city you had grown to love would be the best thing for you and your newly broken heart.
Now you were in your second year of college and had a paid internship at a live entertainment company which had been your dream job for the longest. That was actually one of the things you and Grayson had had in common, you both had dreams of one day being involved in the entertainment industry as a career.
“So how’s Jacob doing? Sienna said, pulling you from your thoughts.
You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend. You were honestly so happy to have him in your life. He had helped you become the happy girl you used to be again and you were so thankful to have him, and yet, you sometimes felt like something was missing but you weren’t sure what it was. You figured time would tell you or show you what it was.
“We’re doing great, he’s actually taking me out to dinner after work for our five month anniversary” you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your adorably corny boyfriend.
“Ugh I don’t know how you can like corny guys” your best friend whined, “just the thought of it makes me wanna throw up”
“You just wait for the guy that’s gonna come and sweep you off your feet” you teased, “then you’ll be the one doing all these corny things with him and I’ll be laughing my ass off watching you”
Sienna pretended to throw up and shook her head profusely, “No thank you. What I can’t wait for is for the guys our bosses are meeting to get here. I heard from the girl in front desk that we’ll be left drooling after looking at them” she smirked, “Speaking of…”
You turned to the direction she was looking and saw the back of two guys. You didn’t know why, but you felt your stomach turn and your heart begin to race at the sight of them. They were about the same height, except one was just a tiny bit taller. The taller one was also a little more built than the other but they were both pretty muscular.
You both walked in and saw your bosses smile at the sight of you guys arriving.
“Y/N, Sienna, this is Ethan and Grayson. We will be producing their upcoming tour in the summer.”
You felt your heart stop when Grayson’s eyes met your own. In that moment you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t believe he was standing right there in front of you. You had thought the chances of running into him again were slim to none, and therefore, you hadn’t been prepared for this moment.
His beautiful hazel-brown eyes, his short and yet wavy brown hair, his plump pink lips, the cute freckle on his chin; everything about him was exactly the same.
Millions of thoughts were running through your head, but one thing was clear to you, you needed to get out of there.
You felt Sienna look at you worriedly as you carefully set the documents down on the table and apologized before leaving the conference room in a hurry. You could hear your name being called in the distance, but you didn’t dare go back. You couldn’t.
You gathered your things as quickly as you could, not caring of the consequences you leaving could bring. You saw Sienna running over to your desk from the corner of your eye, so you tried to leave before she could reach you but she quickly blocked your path.
“Y/n what was that back there?” she asked, “and why are you so shaky?”
You hadn’t even noticed how shaky you truly were until she pointed it out. You were a mess and you knew you were close to reaching your breaking point.
“I’ll explain it later just… p-please let me go Si” you pleaded.
You could tell she was unsure of what to do, but you didn’t give her time to figure it out once you saw Grayson jogging over to where you both were. You ran the opposite direction to the nearest exit and got into the first taxi you saw, quickly giving your address to the driver.
As the taxi drove away, you saw Grayson run out of the building in the distance and stand there watching you drive away. You felt a few tears fall as it took you back to the night you left him, your heart breaking all over again in the process.
Once the driver parked outside your condo, you payed him and headed inside. Your mind had been racing the whole ride home, but it had also been completely blank as you tried to comprehend what had happened back in the office. You had realized something as soon as you had seen Grayson. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had felt when your eyes met his, you realized you still loved him. You finally realized what had been missing between you and Jacob and you hated it. You hated the fact that you still loved the guy who broke your heart. The guy who you had thought would never hurt you and yet left you completely broken.
Your body felt like it was on autopilot, you felt yourself moving but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t until you lay on your bed that you finally let yourself cry. You wrapped your arms around yourself with one hand on your stomach and the other helplessly wiping the tears that fell from your face. You cried and cried for what felt like hours until you felt you had ran out of tears.
You knew you looked like a mess and boy did you feel like one too. You decided it was best to text Jacob and tell him it was better if you went to dinner some other day. You made up some lame excuse about feeling sick and hoped he wouldn’t be upset with you.
The hours went by as you just lay there, looking out the window. You were too tired too think and in too much pain to do anything other than staying in bed. Knowing you at least had to eat, you ordered a pizza with hopes to eat your pain and sorrows away.
You heard a knock on the door about twenty minutes later and frowned, “Well that was quick” you mumbled.
You took out a twenty dollar bill from your purse and headed to the door, only to be met with a nervous Grayson Dolan. You quickly shut your door and turned around, sliding down the door and pulling your knees up to your chest.
“Y/N please open up” you heard Grayson plead as he knocked on the door once again. You buried your face into your knees as your vision began to blur, you couldn’t believe he was here. How did he even find where you lived?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of more knocks, “Y/n please. We need to talk”
“No Grayson, you need to leave” you managed to say, “t-there’s nothing left for us to talk about”
“Yes y/n, yes there is. Please. I-I’m begging you” he said. You heard his voice crack, as if he too was on the verge of tears.
You took a moment before getting back up and opening the door, facing a teary eyed Grayson. He looked so upset, so…. broken. But why? Why was he the one that looked brokenhearted when he was the one who tore your heart into pieces?
“What is it Grayson?” you asked.
You saw him look down, taking a few minutes to answer before you saying in almost a whisper, “I miss you”
Your heart broke at his words because you too had missed him, but you knew you had to remain strong. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. Not like that night. Not again. “You miss me?” you scoffed.
“Yes y/n I do! I’ve been a mess since you left” he looked back up and his eyes met yours once again, “I miss your smile, your beautiful y/e/c eyes, your contagious loud laugh, your good heart, I miss everything about you and… and I am so lost without you”
“And I know, I fucked up. I made you hurt and I made you cry more than anyone ever has when I was the one that was supposed to protect you from all of that. You were so good to me, you were perfect, but I took you for granted. I took your love for me for granted, and I-I’m so sorry for that” his voice cracked once again as a single tear fell from his cheek. “I wake up every morning with regret for everything I put you through, for letting you walk away.”
You saw him slowly step closer to you, afraid that any sudden movement would scare you away. “I love you y/n”
He gulped as his hand found its way to the side of your face, wiping the tears that were falling away.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you leaned into his hand, giving into the sensation his touch was giving you. You never thought you’d feel the warmth of his touch on your skin ever again, it felt surreal to you. You had missed it.
All of a sudden, an image of Jacob came to mind and you quickly brought yourself out of your daze; making you pulling away from him harshly “Please just leave. I’m done with talking about the past. I’m over it”
“No y/n, you’re not. Please. I-I know you still feel the same way I do.”
“Actually I don’t” you lied, “I-I’ve moved on Grayson. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that cares about me and makes me happy. I-I love him” More lies
You saw Grayson shake his head as some tears escaped his eyes, “I don’t believe you.”
“Look Grayson, you know what’s sad? It’s sad that you only want me when you can’t have me.” you took a shaky breath before continuing, “You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away. You just can’t.”
Grayson looked away from you, biting his lower lip as hard as he could. You could tell he was trying his hardest to keep the tears in. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms, and tell him it was all a lie. Tell him that you still loved him but you knew you couldn’t, so instead you just stood there, watching him.
“Okay… Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really over me y/n” he said as he took a step closer. “Tell me that my touch has absolutely no effect on you anymore”
You felt him wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his as his hand found its way to your face once again.
You saw a small smirk forming on his face at your loss of words. His face slowly leaned closer to yours, “if you’re really over me, then tell me to stop” he breathed, his lips hovering over your own.
“No Grayson!” you screamed as you pulled his arm from your waist, “I can’t do to Jacob what you did to me for months. I-I won’t”
“Please y/n, I love you” he begged, his tears slipping down his rosy pink cheeks.
“No Grayson just go” you grabbed the knob and moved back to pull the door closed, until you felt him smash his lips onto yours as he kicked the door closed behind him. The kiss absolutely took your breath away, he kissed you so slowly, so passionately.
You knew it was wrong, and a part of you wanted to stop him, but being with Grayson felt like finally being home; it felt right.
You wrapped yours arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel him smiling through it and it made your heart flutter.
Next thing you know, clothes were carelessly being thrown all over your bedroom. Your back was pushed gently against your bed, you felt him showering your body with kisses as he unclasped your bra with ease, removing it, and then your underwear. You could tell, even if it had been over a year since you last saw each other, he hadn’t forgotten your body. He was licking, sucking, kissing all the right spots and it was driving you insane, to the point of gripping the sheets tightly and moaning his name so loudly, enough for the neighbors to hear.
“You’re so beautiful you know that?” he whispered as he positioned himself and slowly introduced his length inside of you. You whimpered at first, but with each thrust, the pleasure grew.
“G-Grayson” you breathed.
“Fuck y/n you feel so fucking good. I missed this.” he moaned as he placed his head on your chest as he thrusts harder into you.
Your toes began to curl, the pleasure beginning to be too much for you to take. “Grayson I’m close” you moaned, your hips rolling with his. Your nails scratching his back, making sure to mark him as your own once again.
“I am too baby girl, come for me. Come for daddy” he said as his thrusts began to get sloppy. Once you both climaxed, you felt your body shaking beneath his. You felt him kiss you lightly before collapsing in bed next to you and pulling you into his arms.
For a moment, you both lay there in complete silence. Neither one of you knew what this meant or would happen next, and if you were being truthful, you were scared to find out.
“Don’t choose him” he whispered softly.
“Wait, just hear me out” He placed his finger on your chin as he lifted your face for you to meet his gaze. “ I know I fucked up before but I’m not making the same mistake ever again. Give me a second chance baby girl. I love you and I know I won’t be able to let you go after this. I don’t want to. ”
You waited a moment, letting his words sink in, before you brought his face down to yours and pressed your lips against his softly. “Okay” you nodded and smiled up at him, “I love you”
“I love you more y/n” He said as he gave you a toothy grin but it soon turned into a smirk as he hovered over you once again.
“How about we celebrate with a round 2 then?” you laughed at him raising his eyebrows at you and pushed him off.
“No Gray, as much as I would love to do this again, I want to break up with Jacob first. I feel horrible for doing this to him.” you sighed.
He nodded and pulled you back into your arms, his head resting on top of yours. “Do you think you can wait?”
“Are you kidding me? I’ll wait as long as you want me to baby girl” you smiled again as he gave you a peck on the lips and on your forehead, “I’m never letting you go again”
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest
Flinging your shirt to the ground, you were left in your sports bra; you were sweating and tried to eliminate any unnecessary clothing that you had on. Scott growled, running towards you at full pace; you hooked your arm in his and threw him over your body, sliding under his flying figure. He barely touched the floor before coming back at you again, this time he caught your arm, turning it causing an aching pain to reach your elbow and he had his chest up against your back.
“And now I could easily bite your neck off.” He growled, your heart racing at the feeling off his fangs against your neck. He pushed you away from him, tearing his shirt off leaving his chest bare. You gulped, arousal filling your shorts and he could smell it straight away. Scott smirked at you, looping his hand under your sports bra and pulling you against his chest. “Focus,” He whispered, his hand trailing down your toned stomach; you worked hard for it and you were proud, not afraid to show it off.
“Heya!! One shot for BTS finding you crying in an empty dance studio due to a lot of stressed caused by personal issues lately. Thanks. 💖 p.s you’re not an idiot.”
GUYS THIS FABULOUS HUMAN BEING WAS THE ONE WHO MADE ME REALIZE MY ASK BOX WAS FUCKED. THANK YOU. SO . MUCH. 879 Words
Pairing: Best friends! BTS x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Non-idol AU!
You just felt so done with life. Everything was just coming at you and you just felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was an asshole and decided to break up with you, it just felt like your family was against you – your entire world was falling apart.
The stress had gotten to you so much, that you ran to the next best place, other than your room – an empty dance studio which one of your friends, Hoseok, owned.
It had become a primary hangout place for your group after his classes, so he had automatically trust you guys with the passcode to the lock so you could hang out there whenever you wanted.
So that was what you did.
You hung out in the huge, empty whitewashed room, staring at your reflection under the bright lights. Your hair was sticking out in weird places, your cheeks were puffy from crying – but that didn’t stop you from finally kneeling down and letting it all out, your hiccoughs echoing throughout the entire room.
Why couldn’t you be better? What did you do to deserve everything that was coming your way? Your tears fell on your jeans, until you brought your hands up to your face, your cries calming down to hiccoughs.
The sudden voice made you gasp, your eyes trailing up to the reflection of the half-open door. There, stood a straw-berry blonde dancer, along with a chocolate-haired teenager. At first, both the males were happy, but then their smiles turned into concerned frowns.
“What happened??? Why are you crying??” Hoseok was the first one to rush over to you and grip your shoulders.
“Did someone hurt you? I’m calling the rest of the guys– I swear to god, if your boyfriend did something-”
You just immediately burst out into tears again at your friend’s light touch. You couldn’t hold back now – everything was so overwhelming. You might has well have calmed down before talking about it. As Jungkook walked away to call the rest of your group, Hoseok rubbed up and down your arms, trying to get you to calm down.
It didn’t take much time for the rest of the boys to get there – Jin even brought some pastries. Your sobbing had stopped after a while, mostly because Taehyung was trying his best to make you laugh. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his antics.
The other boys had gathered in a circle around you, Jimin sitting on your other side whilst you rested your head against Hoseok’s chest. The eldest even started to crack jokes, and that was what finally made you let out a small laugh through your tears.
“Thank you guys…” You mumbled, grabbing a tissue from the box Namjoon was holding.
“Can you tell us what’s wrong now?? Was it your boyfriend??” Your second eldest friend was always the first to assume the worst about him – he hated that guy, after all.
Your breath hitched, but you just couldn’t cry anymore. You had cried too much to even have any tears left. Wiping the moistness away from your cheeks, you took a deep breath before you started to ramble.
“I broke up with him, but then he decided to.. call me names and get angry at me,” You usually wouldn’t have gotten so sad if the insult was something simple. “And then I went home and my mom just found my test and started to scold me for that– I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
You felt broken again, but the boys were trying to pick the pieces up and fit them back together. The dancers’ hugs just became tighter, as the rest of the guys just looked at each other, then back at you.
“Look, tomorrow we shall talk to your boyfriend-”
“No! Please don’t!” You interrupted, as your orbs snapped towards Namjoon. “Just ignore him.. I don’t want you to hurt him.”
The boys just frowned even more at that. You knew everything would just become worse if your friends did something for you – they practically protected you with their life, and if someone hurt you, they might as well be dead.
As you scanned each of the males, you realized that they wouldn’t listen to you. Even the subtle nod Yoongi was giving Jungkook was noticeable – they were planning something.
“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” You pleaded through red eyes. “Don’t talk to him, or say anything.”
After a few seconds of silence, they all collectively sighed at your request. You pressed your lips into a close-mouthed smile. You assumed that meant that they agreed.
“Good, now why don’t we eat the churros? I’m starving,” The youngest rubbed his hands together, your mouth practically watering.
“First one goes to Y/N! I bought these for her,” Jin scolded, opening up the paper box and placing it in the middle.
You just grinned even more with every second that passed. Even though your life seemed a little screwed up sometimes, you could always rely on your friends to make you feel better. You were so thankful that you got stuck with these guys, no matter how dorky they could be sometimes.
They were always there for you, and you would always be there for them.
Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you thought it might burst through your shirt as you stood at the door of the DT warehouse waiting for Ethan to come out. You hadn’t talked to him since the night prior when he had called you practically shouting in your ear, demanding an explanation. Stupid. You should’ve closed your MacBook before you left the warehouse. You had left it open and sure enough your text messages, which were linked to your computer and your phone, popped up on the screen. Ethan hadn’t wanted to pry into your life, he had never been the kind of boyfriend to snoop, but he couldn’t resist. He knew the name all too well. His eyes scanned over the messages then he shut your computer with gritted teeth. Before he could think of anything else, he was dialling your number almost immediately.