a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics  asked:

Gusty man I need.... I NEED an elriel kiss with a height difference. We both know I am beyond trash for them. Thx love ya ❤️🙏🏼

“I don’t want to wear those.” Elain complained as Nesta handed her a pair of high heels. “They are uncomfortable and I don’t want to deal with them all night.”

“Quit whining,” Nesta shoved the shoes into Elain’s arms. “They pull the outfit together and make your legs look longer. Just wear them.” 

Elain grumbled as she pulled on the contraptions, fumbling with the straps until they were secure on her feet. Standing on wobbly legs, she stumbled towards the mirror. She had to admit, she did look really good. “Thank you for helping me get ready Nesta.” She said to her sister, who stood behind her proudly. 

“You’re welcome,” Nesta replied. “Now go have a great date with batboy, okay?” 

Elain had suffered through all of dinner in the stupid shoes. They pinched her toes and dug into her heels and by the time Azriel escorted her from the restaurant, Elain wanted to cry in anguish. However, in the platforms, she stood tall enough to almost look him in the eye, and it would make it much easier to kiss him if she wanted to. 

It seemed that she was not very good at hiding her emotions, though, because they had not yet walked a block until Azriel commented, “Do you want to take those shoes off, Elain? They do not look very comfortable.” 

Elain gritted her teeth through her smile. “Oh, no, they are quite alright, thank you.” He gave her a doubtful look but did not question further. They walked hand in hand for a little while longer, admiring the cloudless sky and the nightlife of Velaris. 

Azriel guided them towards the Sidra, walking along the banks of it, when Elain fell. She rolled her ankle and broke the heel of one of the shoes, landing on her ass in front of the Illyrian. 

Azriel was next to her in an instant, crouching right beside. “Are you alright, angel?” He asked, his hands hovering over her stinging ankle and Elain screwed her mouth shut to prevent from crying out. Deftly, his gentle fingers undid the straps on both of the shoes, slipping them off her feet and then hurling them into the Sidra for good measure. Elain couldn’t help but laugh. “Those blasted things deserve worse,” He muttered, offering her help to stand. 

“Thank you, Az,” Elain said as she attempted to regain her footing. Without the extra inches, he now stood much taller than her, making her crane her neck to look up at him. Trying to stay upright on one foot proved difficult and she grabbed his shoulders to stabilize. 

Azriel’s hands went to her waist to keep her steady, the unfamiliar touch making her blush. Elain looked up at him, seeing the backdrop of stars and his wings outstretched while he looked at her, such worry and care swirling in his gorgeous eyes.

Using his shoulders as a boost, Elain went on tiptoe to press her lips to his. Azriel helped by bending down slightly, deepening the kiss. Elain’s foot popped this time not just because of the bad ankle. 

Send me one or a TON and I will write a short fic of the ship of your choice


Well, here it is, annual hiatus time. I go now into the depths of the wilderness for 40 days, in a beautiful yonic canoe. I will think of you lot every time I take a picture of particular shaped rocks and tree roots.

Thanks to so many of my followers for sending me loads of yonic fodder for the queue - we have enough to last almost all the way through to September, which is when I return to the land of internet access. Um, this is also why, if you’ve sent me or mentioned me in anything lately, it might not get posted for weeks yet. I’ve been hoarding.

I will be (obviously) unable to read or respond to messages, submissions, or mentions, so please don’t be offended when you hear no reply from me until the distant future.

See you on the flip side!

anonymous asked:

I went through a dozen SSRIs and saw my psychiatrist every month until we found the right one. I've had multiple psychiatrists and all of them watched me closely when I switched meds. They gave me the risks and I also saw a therapist. I had a plan put in place f I wanted to hurt myself. Paxil saved my life. I hate how psych meds get such a bad rap. I work with abused kids and if you think them medicated are violent, you should see them unmedicated. Meds can be unhelpful. But they also save lives

Exactly. And sometimes people need to be medicated for others safety too.

anonymous asked:

~ Hey so the person you reblogged the tea time thing from. What do you think they meant when they said Calum will be getting closer for PR with Nia? I'm going through some stuff rn and seeing a picture of Calum kissing, hugging, or whatever PDA would really fuck me up some more. Idk why i'm scared. ahhhh

They aren’t anything to worry about, so don’t even bother draining you mind over that. Cal is Single, happy, and just friends with Nia. We’ve always talked about what pr can mean and what it does so really, until their contract is up it’s a free for all on what will happen

It takes someone special to love a person who’s broken; someone who’s willing to look past all the cracks and fault lines to see the person the fragments form in their entirety… It takes someone with patience and a gentle spirit… someone who realizes that broken people may appear sharp and hostile, but are in fact fragile and need to be treated with care…
But most of all, it takes someone who’s brave to love a person who’s broken because they will hurt you – even if they don’t mean to… There will be times you will try to hold them but they’ll be too afraid to let you close… Their words will be the weapons they use to push you away and they’ll sting you like splinters get under your skin… But if you are brave enough to try… to try again… to keep trying until you break through those defenses, you will find that a broken person will love you unlike anyone else ever has. Every fractured part of their personality will love you and reflect your love back at you a thousandfold. They’ll make you laugh, they’ll make you cry… they’ll be the biggest roller coaster of emotions you’ll ever know… but they’ll be worth it… so very worth it because their trust is worth its weight in gold… And with every part of themselves they uncover for you comes the knowledge that you are special… that you are their only one… that you are an explorer in an uncharted wilderness seeing a hidden treasure that nobody else has ever gotten close enough to see; that jewel of a smile that shines only for you…

thank you jonas, for teaching us to always accept and never judge people for who they are.

thank you vilde, for teaching us that what you see on the surface is not all that’s there.

thank you chris, for teaching us that sometimes a friend just needs to be supported and cheered up, and sometimes that’s the best you can do.

thank you even, for teaching us that mental illness doesn’t define you or determine the type of person you are.

thank you magnus, for teaching us that the only way to learn and to destroy ignorance is to simply ask questions.

thank you mahdi, for teaching us that kindness and loyalty towards your friends is the most important thing.

thank you elias, for teaching us what it means to be a supportive brother.

thank you yousef, for teaching us that you can respect another’s beliefs even if they don’t match up with your own, and that those beliefs don’t have to divide us.

thank you sonja, for teaching us that being mature and looking out for the best interest of someone you care about is better than being angry and bitter.

thank you eskild, for teaching us that you have to be 100% proud of who you are and you wear that pride on your sleeve for everyone to see.

thank you linn, for teaching us that depression does not keep others from loving you for the beautiful person you are.

thank you adam, mutta, and mikael, for teaching us that the best you can do is just be there for people and try your best to brighten their days.

thank you eva, for teaching us that no one’s opinion of you matters but your own. that you get to define yourself, and others don’t. that it’s okay to not know who you are. that it is never too late to make amends. that you have to pick your own path.

thank you noora, for teaching us that you have to be kind to everyone. that sticking up for your friends is one of the most important things. that people should not be judged based of off their past. that we all have to stick together to get through life.

thank you isak, for teaching us that you can never truly be free until you’ve accepted who you are. that once you stop being fake and start being real, that’s when you can start to be happy. that we have to live in the moment, and take one minute at a time, because we don’t know what will happen in the future, all we know is that we are alive right now, and that’s all that matters.

thank you sana, for teaching us that religion is a beautiful thing and not a form of oppression for those who practice it. that living in a world that doesn’t accept you, that judges you for what they see on the outside, and still managing to be kind and be yourself takes so much strength. that hate comes from fear. that the joy of others brings so much joy to you. that it’s okay to be a loser, as long as you love yourself for it.

thank you skam. thank you for everything you’ve taught us and done for us. thank you julie. thank you to the cast. thank you to the nrk. thank you to norway. thank you to the entire skam community we have here on the internet. Thank You So Much.

tusen takk ❤️ ha det skam
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“it’s so important that you remember everything the series taught you.” –Ulrikke Falch

we will always remember you and continue to spread your teachings to the world.

What is executive dysfunction?
  • Executive functions are things like making plans, following through on plans, controlling impulsive actions, internalized self-talk, changing activities, and, yes, paying attention or focusing on the things we need or want to attend to. There are others, but these are the ones I know the most about and they seem to be the ones that plague us the most.
  • Making Plans. You get up in the morning and you have to decide what you’re going to do that day. Whatever list of activities you choose, that’s making a plan. Here’s another one: you need to clean up your room, so you stand in the doorway and decide what to do first. That’s making a plan.

    Executive dysfunction (ADHD) makes this really hard for a lot of people. Because we tend to see the whole picture better than the little parts, tasks like “clean your room” can be overwhelming. We need it broken down into smaller steps, like “put the clean clothes away and the dirty clothes in the hamper, then put the books on the bookcase.” For some people, even that is too much at a time. They need it broken down to “pick up the first piece of clothing you see and figure out if it’s clean or dirty; if it’s clean, put it in the correct drawer of your dresser or hang it up in the closet, and if it’s dirty, put it in your hamper.”

    Difficulty with this kind of thing can cause a lot of anxiety, and it’s why we tend to freeze up when faced with large, complicated jobs. We simply don’t know where to start, because making a plan is not something we are good at.
  • Following through on plans. Once you have a plan, you start at the first thing and you work your way down the steps until you’ve completed them all, right? Right. Well, executive dysfunction makes it really hard to do this.

    Part of it can be overwhelm: we look at the list of steps, see how long it is (big-picture thinking), and conclude that it’s impossible so we can’t do it. Other times we might not think we can do any of it right, or we might not know how to complete the step we’re on. Or we get distracted, or hung up on one of the steps (a lot of us are perfectionists).
  • Controlling impulsive actions. Most people are able to keep from saying every little thing that pops into their heads. They don’t buy things just because they like them without thinking about whether or not they’re too expensive or something. They control how they react to their emotions and save angry outbursts for whatever they think is an appropriate time and place.

    Executive dysfunction makes this really hard.

    ADHDers don’t have much of a “filter” unless it’s been drilled into us through behavioural conditioning (usually done by society in response to the stuff we say or do). So we think something and we say it, even if it’s hurtful. We buy stuff we like and then can’t pay our bills but hey we have a hot tub! We act out in anger and then wonder why people are afraid of us or mad at us five minutes later, because once we’ve raged we’re good and not mad anymore. As a general rule, we always intend to do the right thing… it’s just not always possible because our brains like to follow every impulse they have.
  • Internalized self-talk. Everyone has what’s known as “self-talk.” For people with low self-esteem, this is pretty negative. But it’s not just about what we tell ourselves about ourselves. It’s also how we get through situations (“Five more situps and we’re done for the day!”) and work through problems (“Next time Jimmy says that I’m going to tell him to go jump in a lake!”). By about age seven or eight (I forget exactly when; it could be older but I’m pretty sure it’s sometime in elementary shcool), most people are really good at keeping all of this silent and in their heads.

    Not so for those of us with ADHD. Executive dysfunction means that we don’t internalize our self-talk until much later, assuming we ever do. I still talk to myself out loud most of the time, though I do internalize a lot (especially in public).
  • Changing activities. You know the law of physics that says that an object that is at rest will remain at rest until acted upon by an external force, and that an object that is traveling in a particular direction at a particular speed will not change direction or speed unless acted upon by an external force? That’s called inertia, and that’s basically what we’re talking about here. (This is like the one thing about physics that I find truly useful in my everyday life. Kinda sad.)

    Basically, once we’re engaged in an activity, we’re in it until something happens to get us to move on. That’s why alarms work for some people - they jolt them out of their current activity and trigger them to move on to the next thing. (Of course, an ability to ignore alarms is also part and parcel of inertia. Yay!)
  • Paying attention or focusing on the things we need or want to attend to. So, the whole “attention deficit” part of “ADHD” is pretty ludicrous, because it’s not really a deficit of attention that we’re dealing with; it’s more an inability to control what we pay attention to. So we can hyperfocus (focus exclusively on one thing for hours on end) or we can jump around from one thing to another, and we don’t really have a lot of control over that. I’m sure you can see how all of the other aspects of executive dysfunction contribute to our lack of control over our attention.

whatever you do, don’t look through old twenty one pilots social media albums.

don’t scroll through the 2011s, to the 2010s, all the way to the 2009s.

don’t look at Mark’s late-night sketches of equipment and cameras he longs to own. don’t look at his excited facebook posts about the “incredible amount” of about 15 people that bought his reel bear posters. don’t find his first still photographs of Tyler and Josh, when the three of them were just broke college kids.

don’t scroll down Brad’s twitter until you find days that he desperately tried to get work as a photographer. don’t scroll until you see his desperate inspirational posts. don’t scroll so far that you see the cameras he used to dream of.

don’t look at Michael’s posts from when he traveled the world with his best friends. don’t find videos of him and Tyler joking about how he’s “not a real security guard”. don’t find his grainy photos of the team traveling in a little white van. don’t scroll on Michael’s instagram until you see his long, heart-felt goodbye posts to the clique, and to Tyler and Josh.

and for the love of everything, don’t find the whole facebook albums that tired, beaten down Tyler filled with pictures of the few people that came to his shows. don’t see his old pictures filled with captions like, “thanks for showing up.” don’t find pictures that young Mark took of Tyler’s eyes open in passion, hoping the bartenders would turn and catch a glimpse of his show. don’t find where Tyler used to post reminders to be at the shows, because he never knew if someone would show up. don’t read the old posts about how he had to say goodbye to Nick and Chris.

don’t find Josh’s first pictures where he wrote poems in the captions, and used sad words in his posts. don’t look at his excitement when he got to be a part of twenty one pilots. resist the urge to find pictures of his brown-haired self sleeping in the back of a crammed van.

don’t do any of this. unless, of course, you want to end up like me: silent and at loss for words in front of a computer screen, tears in my eyes. don’t do this if you don’t want to feel a deep pride in your heart for how far this band has come. don’t find the old posts if you desperately miss the old crew. don’t read the comments on old posts unless you want to desperately write over and over again to Brad and Tyler and Josh and Mark that, “keep going, keep working. it gets better. you get the equipment, you get the second chances, you get the big shows, you get the recognition. keep working past crew members and band. keep working for what you believe in, it will come to you.” don’t read the old captions if you don’t want a feeling of helplessness as you wish you could go back in time and tell them that it will all work out.

You try to move on. You give someone else a chance. They’re genuine and you can tell. They make you laugh, smile, all but jump with joy. But somewhere along the line, you remember the one before them anyway, the dull ache getting worse until it’s too painful to ignore any further. So, you push the new person away. You push harder and harder until they get tired of resisting, until the doors they’ve opened for you to step through are closed and locked. It hurts - gosh, does it hurt - but you can’t look back now. The damage is done. So you keep moving forward and hope they do too. After all, it’s futile to chase after a heart already in the hands of someone else.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #20 

Summary: After waking up in the morning finding out you had a one night stand with someone you don’t even know…you rush out as quickly as possible…too bad you forgot your cell phone.

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-guk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2k

A/N: extremely Mature rating

Part 2Masterlist

“How do I look?” You asked your best friends.

“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.

“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.

Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.

Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.

“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.

“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.


When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.

6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.

You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.

“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.

You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.

He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.

“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.

“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.

“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.

“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.

As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were too sober for this.

You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.

You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.

You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.

“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.

“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”

“What did she say?” You nervously asked.

“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”

You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”

“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.

Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.

A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.

The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.

And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.

“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.

You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.

Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.

You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.

You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.

You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.

He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.

You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.

You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.

You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.


Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit! What have you done?

You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.

On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.

When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.

“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”

You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.

“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.

“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”

“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.

“Anyways….what happened?”

“I don’t remember.” You groaned.

You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.

“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.

“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”

“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.

“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.

You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.

“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.

“What?” Rosé rushed to you.

“I forgot my phone.”


A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”

“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.

Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.

“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”

“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.

“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”

“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.

You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.

“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.

“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.

“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.

Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.


“What if he answers?”

“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.

“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.

“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.

“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.

You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.

“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.

“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.

“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?

“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”

He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.


Masterlist | Part 2

Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done


Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.

“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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Real Domestic OTP Scenarios

Okay, as I’ve embraced being a Fandom Old Person ™, I’m tired of seeing all the cute, domestic OTP scenarios written by people who probably haven’t lived with a significant other before, except for maybe a romantic weekend where all the “sleepy good morning kisses” and “dancing in their underwear at midnight” happen. I want to see them after a few years like:

  • A sleepy good morning kiss that ends up with a palm in the face and a muttered, “brush your damn teeth first.”
  • A sleepy good morning kiss that ends up with a palm in the face and a muttered, “I will push you off the fucking bed if you don’t let me sleep.”
  • Watching scary movies on the couch and one of them falls asleep, head tilted back, mouth open, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors.
  • “You unclog the toilet.” “No you unclog the toilet!” “Don’t you love me anymore?” “Only if you unclog the toilet.”
  • “Are those my jeans?” *shrug* “Does it matter anymore?”
  • Stealing a kiss while one is making dinner and getting smacked in the ear with the spatula.
  • Person A: “Can you pass me the oregano?” Person B: “I need payment first.” *puckers lips* Person A: *holds out a dollar*
  • Getting snowed in and arguing for an hour about whether to make the hot chocolate with milk or water until one of them just dumps the packet over the other’s head.
  • After having long, languid sex with strawberries and whipped cream, both of them laying in the wreckage of the bed, sheets, towels. Both: “that was such a bad idea. We’ll never get this all cleaned up.”
  • Holding hands after a date, wandering through the romantic twilight, so in love, and one says, “shit, it’s getting late and we haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.”
  • Person A coming up behind Person B, wrapping their arms around their waist, gently kissing the back of their neck and murmuring, “you’ve got more gray hair back here.”
  • Renewing their wedding vows 10, 20, 30 years later and still crying like they did when they were young and youthfully in love and said “I do” for the first time.
Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out

Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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Barely six months ago I sat down and wrote a post about Jay’s life and passing. As with so many things, I never imagined we would find ourselves here again so soon. Grief on the tips of our tongues, as those we support and love live through one of the hardest of times there can be; the loss of a parent. Then as now, I feel there is little we can say with any true knowledge, save our experiences from the fandom side. A few words are all I can offer, framed by my own experience of loss.

Robin Twist. A charming man with a delightful name, always ready with a large smile and a quick joke, not least at Harry’s expense. I remember him from the earliest days of The X Factor, at Harry’s side with the rest of his family cheering him on, and speaking of the new family Harry had found in the boys. Always supportive, always ready with a warm hug, always so proud of the boy who had left home to audition at sixteen, and who never came back home.

It’s a measure of the man he was that he had Harry be best man at his wedding to Anne, and that Harry was so supportive of their relationship. As a child of two families where both parents remarried, I know how hard it can be to make all those new relationships work, and it’s credit to all involved that they made it seem so seamless and effortless, and that love seemed to be the centre of it all. I’m also lucky enough to have step parents that just became parents; a safe place and a warm hug whenever they are needed. I know that’s not always the case with everyone when melding families, and I’m so glad for them all (from all we were privileged to see), that Harry and Gemma seemed to have that kind of relationship with Robin. A Dad, in all the ways that mattered.

Robin always struck me as someone it would be fun to meet for a quiet pint which would then turn into a raucous session, underlined with his quick wit and warm heart. A presence like a heartbeat, life circulating around him. These are things I’ll never know to be true, but I like to hope that they were.

I can truly say that Robin is woven like a bright thread into the history of the 1D fandom family, there from the get go, always so supportive and proud, even as recently as a few weeks ago, clad in Harry’s bright silver boots and his hat at his London gig, there with a joke and a laugh with fans. There are so many memories he’ll be part of, a hug and a smile, and a bit of banter. He had a sparkle in his eyes and it always caught the light.

Robin, I’m so, so glad you got to see Harry perform his new songs live (duck noise and all). I will never, ever hear Woman without thinking of you. You made me and so many others laugh so very much, with your ability to keep Harry’s feet on the ground in the funniest of ways. And that is a glorious thing.

To Anne, Amy, Mike, Gemma and Harry, and all his family and friends now living with the loss of such a warm and vibrant presence, I can only say hold close to those memories and to that laughter, to help you through the days when you can no longer find a smile. The days will seem endless, and they will not be easy. But there will, I hope for you, come a time when there are more smiles than tears. When those very stories will make you laugh instead of cry. I hope you reach those days when you are ready, and can hold steady to one another until they come to pass. I hope that you all get the quiet and space you need in these coming days and weeks, and that some day far from now you find one another again, in those places you’ve never been.


911 / mr. lonely - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/peter parker

word count: 1335

character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader

warnings: none ion think

prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out? (taken from this prompt list)

notes: i watched spider-man yesterday and i busted a fat nut bc it was everything i expected and more. the fucking rubble scene fucked me up so bad omg. tom holland has been, is and always WILL be my unproblematic fave. anyways enjoy i’ve been gone for like a week. (again, gif isn’t mine. idk whose it is. props 2 them n stuff. u guys rock) UHHHHH ALSO i wrote these all in microsoft word instead of wattpad (lmao) so everything is capitalized now???? weird. 

Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?


Sleep has never been a close friend of yours.

You often lay awake at night, staring at your ceiling until sun shone through your windows, and you were forced to get out of bed and start your day. Of course, the rest of the team wasn’t aware of your sleeping habits, until one day, you collapsed during training before even getting hit.

“I’m worried about you, kid,” Tony explained, sliding you a cup of coffee. “you might be a superhero, but you need sleep just as much as the rest of the world.” You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of the bitter drink.

“I could say the same to you,” you drawled, placing your mug on it’s coaster. “I’m not sure what exactly it is you expect me to do, Tony. Try sleeping? Trust me, I’ve tried. I just… can’t.”

“Maybe you need a cuddle buddy,” Tony joked, placing his cup in the sink and leaning against the counter. “if you’re ever down for a bit of a cuddle, you know where to find me.”

“No thanks, old man,” you grinned at his glare. “I think what I need is a drug to knock me out for 8 hours.” Due to your enhancement, there was no over-the-counter drug that could bring you the sleep you desperately needed.

Tony snorted. “A horse tranquilizer, you mean?” you felt a lot better after flipping the bird to his back.

That night, you were preparing for another sleepless 8 hours when a knock on the door made you get out of bed earlier than you expected.

“Peter?” the last person you expected at your door was Peter Parker, yet there he was, standing in his pyjamas with a pillow in his hands. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

He nodded quickly, and you caught the way his fingers tapped against his thighs nervously. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he said easily. “Um, Mr. Stark mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “He did?” Peter only nodded in response. “Well, I hope you’re here with a couple of lines of ketamine, because that’s probably my only cure at this point.” You laughed when Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Relax. Come in.” He walked in, allowing you to close the door behind him. You walked ahead of him, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “So what’s up?”

Peter cleared his throat, and took a seat next to you, holding his pillow to his chest. “Well, I read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Wanna try it out?” Your jaw dropped, and Peter began to panic. “W-Well- Uh, I only meant- Like, you know what? I’m just gonna-.”

“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving, pulling him back. “wait, uh. I think that might work, actually.” Truthfully, you had no faith in this plan and wherever Peter read this, was probably not a reliable source. But Peter was hot and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the slightest of crushes on him.

Peter looked hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged and took his pillow from him. “wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Peter’s heart was racing as he nodded, watching you place his pillow next to yours and climb into bed. “You coming?”

“H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and climbing under the covers. He turned onto his side to face you, raising an eyebrow at your stiff figure. “Is this your first time cuddling someone?” You nodded bashfully, and he grinned. “Well, come closer, first of all.”

You shuffled closer to him, swallowing thickly. “Like this?”

He covered up his laughter with a cough, reaching over to take your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked, looping an arm over your waist and tugging your body closer to his, chests pressed together. He waited for you to nod and curl your hands up on his chest before continuing. “Relax,” he said, one of his hands coming up to brush the wisps of hair away from your face. “you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That wasn’t your issue. You knew Peter would never hurt you; he was too gentle of a soul for that. But you weren’t kidding when you told Peter this was your first time cuddling. You didn’t know how to do this- what if you messed up? Could you mess up? You weren’t sure how these things worked.

“I know,” you said quietly, feeling yourself relax against Peter’s body. “this is just-,”

“New?” He guessed. You nodded. “Don’t worry. Cuddling comes naturally. You’ll get it.”

And eventually, you did. You weren’t sure how long the two of you were lying there, just talking, but eventually, you’d stopped, feeling yourself become less and less cognitive and sleepier. This was a new sensation to you, seeing as you were actually ready to fall asleep before 7:00am. You remember pushing your face into the crook where Peter’s shoulder and neck met, letting out a content sigh. That’s how you fell asleep, you think, with Peter’s hand splayed across your back, breathing quietly into your hair.

So of course, you woke up half on top of him, one of your legs slotted between his. Peter had an arm around your waist, holding you steady atop of him. One of your arms was crossed over his chest, your thumb pressed to his cheek. This was the most peaceful state you’d been in, in a long time.

“Holy shit, he did it!”

Peter cracked open a bleary eye to see four of the earth’s mightiest heroes peaking their head through your bedroom door, which was hardly cracked open. His eyes shot open once he realized the position the two of you were in, glancing down at your sleeping body then back up at Tony, who had his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.

“Fuck, he’s awake.”

“Hands to yourself, Parker.”

Sorry, Mr. Stark! Peter mouthed as you somehow managed to move closer onto Peter, nose brushing his neck. He remained helpless as you breathed slowly, obviously still asleep- so he thought.

“Are you guys seriously spying on them?” Peter could detect Steve’s voice and silently thanked the heavens for his sudden appearance. “Come on, let the kids sleep. They deserve it.” As Steve escorted everyone away, and re-closed the bedroom door, Peter relaxed, squeezing you lightly and resting his cheek on top of your head. He knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, but he was willing to lay there and hold you until you woke up, if that’s what you needed.

“Are they gone?” you hummed, your voice still scratchy from sleep. You stretched, arching your back as you yawned. “God, that was an invasion of privacy. Sorry for this, by the way. I’m kinda all over you.”

“I don’t- I don’t mind,” Peter stuttered, suddenly very aware of all the ways your body pressed against his. “Really. I’m glad you found a way to sleep.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Peter with a sort of fondness you couldn’t identify. He looked really good, for someone who just woke up. His hair was a fluffy mess that stuck up instead of combed to the side, and you couldn’t deny that he suited it. And you never really cared for brown eyes until you saw them on Peter’s face.

“Thanks, Parker,” you said, leaning down to press your lips to his cheek. “I appreciate it.” You rolled out of bed, and you could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you stretched. Holding back your laughter, you made your way to your washroom. “I’ll see you around.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem! Anytime,” he stuttered, watching the bathroom door close behind you. He touched his hand to his cheek, and grinned. “anytime.”

cleanup in aisle 7 | (m)

☆ pairing: jungkook x reader

☆ genre: smut, cunnilingus, slight overstimulation, fluff

☆ word count: 2.9k

inspired by a dream @oh-no-its-mo had

⚠️caution: wet floor⚠️

“Staaay,” Jungkook whined. His fingers interlocked with yours, trapping you in his grasp as he sat on your shared mattress and you stood. He was clingier than usual—needier. You had shit to do, though. You didn’t have time for this.

“You want to get fed, right?”

Yeah,” he sighed, yet a shit-eating grin formed on his lips as his eyes downcasted to your skirt, “but there’s only one thing I’m really craving to eat right now.”

His smirk ignited a fire in you, and it wasn’t arousal (although maybe just a tad). Irritation flooded you and you freed yourself from his grasp.

“Stay at home to work on your little problem then. You have two hands.”

“Baaabe, just give me 20 minutes!”

You scoffed at his persistence and instead made your leave to the supermarket, slamming the bedroom door behind you. That was the problem with having a horny boyfriend. Sure, the sex was fantastic, but sometimes he was a little…overbearing. And he always gave you what you wanted, but you still felt like something was missing. You decided to bring it up sometime soon.

“These eggplants look like dicks.”

You scoffed. “You wish yours was even remotely that size.”

“Hey!” Jungkook frowned, clearly offended by your remark. You were right but he wasn’t going to admit it. “Should I compare my dick to this eggplant right here, right now?” His fingers hovered over the zipper of his jeans.

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, “You should have stayed your ass home.” You walked away from him and resorted to pretending you didn’t know him so as to save yourself from embarrassment.

“No way, I would have missed you too much,” he said, catching up to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You pinched his arm in return.

After Jungkook’s constant indiscreet squeezes of your ass and his constant back hugs while you rummaged through food items on shelves, all of the necessary items had been retrieved from the aisles and all there was left to do was pay. However, as you were on your way to the check-out area, you were welcomed by the hard-hitting sound of rain over the supermarket rooftop.  

“Shit, I didn’t bring my umbrella.” You groaned.


“So our asses are staying in here until the rain subsides.”

Jungkook knew you would refuse walking out of the supermarket and risking getting your hair was out of the question, so he didn’t bother coercing you to head back home with him despite the heavy rain. Instead, the two of you hauled the shopping cart with the unpaid items to the back of the store where you both found an employee resting area. While the two of you entered and waited for the rain to subside, he took your hand and placed it on his crotch to feel his raging boner.

You pulled your hand back quickly and glared daggers at him, “I didn’t feel anything, just a little meat,” you laughed, but as soon as the words left your lips, you knew you had made a grave mistake.

His expression was discernible and it all happened too fast. He walked up behind you and his arms snaked around your waist, a hand sliding underneath your shirt to grasp your breast while the other remained on your hip holding you flush against him. You felt his boner against the small of your back and you gulped down the urge to pounce on him. His mouth hovered over your ear, his breath tickling you as he spoke into it with a deep, gravelly voice that was laced with arousal and desperation.

“You already know what it is, so don’t act like you don’t like this ‘meat’. You know I have you screaming.” He lightly sucked on your earlobe and groaned as he rubbed his boner against your ass, his agonizing desire quite apparent in his jeans. You didn’t have to see his face to know his face was contorted into that stupid ass smirk of his. Yet, your heartbeat was quickening and you were sure he could feel the vibrations against his chest and in his hand as he kneaded your breast. After all, you were both still at the fucking supermarket and were at risk of being caught.

You freed yourself from his grasp and put some distance between you two. “I have to pee,” you lied, “wait here.” He clicked his tongue as you walked towards the employee bathroom a few feet away. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex with Jungkook. Quite frankly, you wanted him to fuck you raw until you burst under his touch, especially after his persistent attempts in seducing you throughout the duration of your grocery shopping. The aching between your legs felt almost unbearable, but it just wasn’t the time and place to do that.  

As you opened the bathroom door, the electricity blew a fuse in the supermarket and everything went pitch black.

You felt Jungkook’s body behind you. “Perfect,” he whispered and pushed you into the bathroom gently, following behind you and locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked, but you knew where this was going.

He quickly turned on the flashlight on his phone and scanned the bathroom before placing his phone face down so that the light could illuminate the room. Surprisingly, the room was fancy for being an employee bathroom in a supermarket. The walls were white with salmon colored accents and the counter was made of white marble with salmon-colored swirls with a large mirror over the counter. The floors were made of marble too, but the decór of the employee bathroom wasn’t what was important, though. What was important was that Jungkook was looking at you from the counter, eyes hooded with lust and a grin you wanted to smack off of his face.

“Come here.” His voice was low and rough and you attempted to hold yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there. Hesitantly, you approached him, already knowing what would ensue once you closed the distance between the two of you.

Immediately, his lips collided onto the crook of your neck like magnets. His hand slipped underneath your shirt and traced circles on your back as he began leaving hungry trails of kisses from your neck to your shoulders. You fought the urge to moan, your lips pursed as he kissed your collarbone and moved upwards to your neck, then, your cheeks, and finally, onto your lips. His kisses were soft at first and you reciprocated them just as softly, but his hand began to glide dangerously low on your body, lifting up your skirt and sliding underneath your panties. He groaned upon feeling your warmth on his fingers as the pads of his fingers stroked your bud roughly and at a slow pace.

Your moans quickened and he swallowed each and every one of them as he kissed you, his kisses beginning to grow desperate and ravenous, matching the motions his hands were making between your legs. Your hands clutched onto his arms, fingers digging into his bicep as he continued his ministrations.

You were disappointed when his hand had suddenly left your heat and he turned the two of you around so that your ass was pressed against the counter. His hand lifted your skirt as he kneeled on the marble floor and you looked down at him, perking up a brow. He pulled down your panties so that they rested on your calves after spreading your legs apart. His mouth latched onto your pussy quickly and without warning, his tongue sweeping your outer and inner lips in slow motions, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He sucked on your nub and released it, trailing his tongue down towards your entrance and slurping up your arousal, all while slick sounds echoed in the bathroom.

“Damn, boy. If you’re that hungry we have groceries right outside. You’re eating me out like a mango and shit.”

“Mmm, no,” he hummed, mouth still attached to you which sent vibrations straight to your core. “Your pussy tastes much,” he teased your clit with a single lick, “better than mangoes.” Your breath hitched in your throat and you whimpered as his tongue returned to your clit and began attacking it ferociously, moving it in circles while looking up at you with those hooded eyes you both adored and felt annoyed by.

His tongue flicked against your clit steadily without pause and your nails dug into his soft, brown locks when you began to feel butterflies fluttering about in your lower belly. He moaned into you, both by your touch and because he was savoring every moment he spent between your legs, happily lapping at his girlfriend’s arousal. A hand went up to grab and play with your ass and the other massaged the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was shaky, every lick and suck pushing you further to the edge.

With one final lick you began writhing and rocked your hips against Jungkook’s mouth desperately, riding out your high as he continued to lick you. When the overstimulation became too much, your hand dropped to Jungkook’s cheek and you gently pushed him away, his lips making a slurping sound when he separated himself from your pussy.

Your breathing was still labored from your orgasm when he stood and took your face in his hands, capturing you in a swift kiss.

He chuckled against your lips. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you said, breathless and in a daze.

“Good, ‘cuz we’re not finished yet.” And before you could process what he had said, he turned you around so that your front was facing the bathroom counter and he kissed your cheek before pushing you down so that your body was over and against the counter.

“Can we?” he asked, and when you nodded yes, he pulled out a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and pulled down his pants until they reached around his knees.

Your head turned around to look at him. “You brought a condom to the Supermarket?”

“I always bring a condom with me when I’m with you; you never know what’ll happen,” he winked and quickly unwrapped the condom, sliding it onto his full length.

You rolled your eyes at him and waited anxiously for him to finally enter you, to finally raw you like you’ve been secretly wishing for the entire time you had been shopping.

He lifted your skirt to reveal your ass and pussy and he stared down at your ass in admiration, “So cute.”

Your breath hitched when he suddenly rubbed his dick against your wet core, the slippery sound of your wet folds rubbing against his dick lighting a salacious grin on Jungkook’s face. He rubbed himself against your still sensitive bud and you swallowed, clutching onto the counter with both hands and biting down on your lip upon feeling your rekindling arousal.

You felt irritation prickling your skin. “Weren’t you horny off your ass all damn day? Why are you taking so long to shove your dick in this pus—” Suddenly, he entered you, eliciting a surprised and more than pleased gasp from you and a deep, blissful groan from him after finally coming into contact with the heat he had been craving all day long. Finally, he was surrounded by your delicious warmth.

He began slowly, allowing you to adjust and caressing your lower body with his warm hands. When you gave him the okay to move faster, he did not hesitate. Jungkook wasn’t kidding—he truly was holding back for a long time, his pent up arousal evident in his powerful and rushed but determined thrusts. They were more powerful and desperate than you had ever seen in him, every thrust hitting your spot swiftly and flawlessly, rendering you a moaning mess underneath him. He knew every nook and cranny of your body, so he was quick to locate the spot that would soon make you unravel. Your hold on the counter tightened as his hands gripped around your hips and he thrusted into you fervently while your eyes were shut. You felt his hand lift up your chin gingerly, contrary to his ruthless and fervid thrusts.

He tilted your head so that you would look at the two of you in the big mirror over the sink. “Look at you…my baby,” he panted.

You took a peek and began lowering your head, but he clicked his tongue and lifted your chin once again, tilting your head towards the direction of the mirror. His lips hovered over your ear. “Put your head up and look at yourself,” he commanded, voice low and husky. “I want you to remember everything.”

You exhaled shakily as his words sent electricity through your veins and sent pulsations between your legs. You were embarrassed, but something about watching yourself getting fucked by your boyfriend over the Supermarket’s employee bathroom counter with nothing but the flashlight of his phone illuminating the room excited you, your adrenaline skyrocketing like never before. It was exhilarating knowing that the two of you were at risk of someone barging into the employee restroom and catching the two of you in the act. As Jungkook continued ramming into you and squeezing your ass, you stared at your reflection in the mirror while his eyes bore into yours with a wicked expression before throwing his head back and letting out contented guttural moans. The room was filled with echoes of skin slapping against skin, as well as the cries and groans shared between the two of you and Jungkook’s continuous grunting of your name.

You wondered if something had possessed your man—no, you were sure something had possessed him because he had never gone to such an extreme like this during sex, pounding you mercilessly and taking on an almost completely different personality. You were thoroughly enjoying this diversion as opposed to the regular sex the two of you had, even if it meant your man had been possessed, but the thought flew right over your head as you finally reached your peak, coming for a second time in the employee bathroom. Feeling your delightful contractions around him, Jungkook reached his high a few seconds after you had reached yours, moaning out your name and jerking his hips a few more times before the two of you were satisfied and came down from your highs together.

He pulled out of you and quickly caught your arm after seeing you lose your balance upon his freeing you of his hold. Your legs had grown weak and wobbly from the position—not to mention his pounding into you—and you turned around to stand facing him. You held yourself up on the counter as he moistened a paper towel and cleaned you up before depositing his used condom in the trash, pulling your panties up for you and adjusting your skirt, and then picking you up to sit on the counter after fixing himself back into his jeans. Your muscles felt like they were on fire, so he massaged your legs for you and then kissed you chastely.

He noticed your hair was disheveled, so he fixed your hair for you, too, while you stared at him, perplexed.

He cocked his head to the side and laughed. “What?”

“Don’t you ‘what’ me. Where the hell did you learn that? What porn did you watch?”

“Porn? You know I don’t need to watch porn when I have a sexy girlfriend,” he teased and you kissed your teeth, but he continued, rubbing the back of his head and avoiding your gaze. “I don’t know, I just—I’ve been wanting to try having rough sex with you and you seemed to like it?” His eyes quickly rose to meet yours. “You did like it, right?”

He was right, you fucking loved it. He fucked you so good, but now your weakened body had to pay the price. You sensed his anxiety and you softened.

“I liked it. And I would more than not mind if we did that again,” you admitted.

He beamed, pleased with your response as he pressed his lips onto your forehead tenderly and engulfed you in an embrace, which you returned and then pinched his cheeks.

The power went back on and the bathroom lights lit up.

“Let’s go the fuck home, I’m tired as shit,” you said, and Jungkook hooked an arm around your waist to assist you in hopping off of the counter and walking.

When the two of you opened the bathroom door, you were met by a pair of stern eyes. The man wore a security uniform. “Someone said they heard screaming coming from the bathroom. Why were the two of you in there? There’s a sign that says ‘No Trespassing’. What were you two doing?”

You and Jungkook looked at each other at the same time. Coming up was an excuse was futile—it was obvious what the two of you had been doing in there. Instead, Jungkook nodded towards the shopping cart that had been left by the two of you by the employee resting area entrance and you both made a run for it. You hopped on the cart, hands on the handlebar and feet on the bottom storage and Jungkook placed his arms around you to push the cart. The two of you roared in laughter as he ran as far away from the security guard as possible with you riding on the shopping cart.

Yeah, sometimes Jungkook was annoying and overbearing, but you couldn’t have asked for a better guy to call your man.


I had a dream where Ashi and her sisters were experiments in a lab instead of being raised in a cult. It’s kinda this weird mismashed combo between Stranger Things and Plague Dogs and idk.

Obviously, this is not Ja//shi in any form so do not tag anything about this au as that, thanks

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Young!remus Headcanons ll

You guys seemed to really like my headcanons, so I decided to make a part two! Enjoy!

-He has terrible posture. It makes him look much shorter than he actually is. 

-He has a great poker face, and that’s one of the reasons why he barely ever gets in trouble for the pranks. 

-He bites his nails until they bleed.

-Remus wears mismatched socks, but not the neon colored ones. Like the nude toned ones.

-He. Is. Always. Warm. Like he’s literally a human heater.

-He talks with hand motions all the time (especially when he gets very passionate about something).

-He is ridiculously messy. The other three marauders often have to clean up after him.

-He has the most painful death stare you’ll ever see.

-Cannot be woken up. No but really, you can try but there is no possible way that Remus is going to wake up until his body wants him to. He once slept through a wrestling match between James and Sirius (which are very loud).

-He prefers baths over showers 100% of the time.

-He falls asleep in classes ALL. THE. TIME.

-Very faded freckles. Like you can barely see them unless you’re a couple inches away from his face.

-He cries when he laughs super hard.

-He never does his hair so it was always SUPER tangled. The only thing he did to it was after a shower he would run his fingers through it.

-Has a very long eyelashes.

-His fingers. Do i need to say more?

-He’s left handed.

-He swears all the time.

-His wardrobe mostly consists of sweaters and skinny jeans.

-However, he wears the same three sweaters until they’re so worn out that they’re basically just pieces of material barely stuck together, then he buys three new sweaters [repeat].

-But he had an emotional attachment to each article so he never got rid of any.

-He’s hella angsty.