baby let me take you (in my arms)

Supernatural:  10 Lessons From Tonight’s Episode

“Regarding Dean,” Episode 11, Season 12

1.  Dean canonically loves bunnies, and should have one with him at all times. 

Add it to the list of bunker animals, along with Sam’s dog and Cas’s guinea pig.

It also helps that the bunny sort of looks like him. 

Like, come on.  Tell me you don’t see the resemblance.

2.  He’s also taking steps towards being more open about who and what he loves.

Baby steps, Dean.  Baby steps.

3.  This is not a sentence I ever expected to hear come out of Dean’s mouth, but I am insanely glad that it did.

4.  Nor was this one, though honestly it’s just as good.

5.  Honestly, this whole exchange was just pure, bisexual gold.

*Cough* As soon as you walked in, you had the hots for Larry. *Cough*

6.  Dean needs and deserves to use a grenade launcher, and I am shocked and enraged that he hasn’t.

Look at the anguish on his face.  Just let him shoot the damn grenades, you monsters.

7.  Rowena, like any sane person, loves giving Dean nose boops. 

Get it, gurl!  LOL, this is honestly such a cute, fun episode. :)  

8.  …Okay, maybe it’s not so fun. 

9.  I TAKE IT BACK, THIS EPISODE IS THE PERSONIFICATION OF EMOTIONAL ANGUISH. 

DEAN, BABY, PLEASE DON’T CRY.  I’LL TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS AND CUDDLE YOU AND TELL YOU YOUR NAME UNTIL EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT AGAIN.

10.  Dean is a raging bisexual, and everyone just needs to come to terms with that.

Come on, SPN writers:  show me one heterosexual man who derives that much enjoyment from riding a mechanical bull.  Point one out to me.  I’ll wait.  Never mind the fact that he’s way too good at riding things for someone who’s never shown much interest in horses.  

Jesus fucking Christ. 


Overall rating:  9/10 for cuteness, Larry, and making me cry like a little bitch.  One point redacted for forced heterosexuality, but otherwise an amazing and very memorable ep from a solid season.  Honorable mention for the perennially patient Sammy.

Gif credit to: @angvlicmish, @stephen-amell, @veryamooseing, @yourfavoritedirector, @faramaiofnerdwoodforest, @codestielckles

Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 


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Too Much

MASTERLIST

Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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Jeff Atkins Headcanon

Originally posted by 13-lara


  • Knowing each other since you were toddlers and him throwing sand down your dungarees
  • You both created the term ‘love hate relationship’
  • He teaches your little brother baseball and he always flirts with you when pick your brother up
  • Hannah insisting he likes you
  • Being forced to play seven minutes in heaven by Jessica and everyone pushing you and Jeff to be partnered together
  • Arguing about some bullshit rumour about you and Justin having a thing
  • “ Jealous much Jeff “
  • Shutting you up by kissing you
  • Dates at the Crestmont
  • Hugs from behind
  • Scheming to get Clay and Hannah together
  • Wearing his letterman jacket to his games
  • His mom loving you
  • His parents showing you baby Jeff pictures
  • Him doing that cliché thing where he teaches you to hold a baseball bat from behind you with his arms around you
  • Baseball jokes no one finds funny but him
  • Him giggling to himself
  • Carpooling
  • Falling asleep together on his bed
  • Warm hugs
  • Making jokes while sitting next to Clay during their study sessions
  • Him murmuring insults in Spanish to you
  • “ What was that babe? “
  • “ Nothing “
  • “ Mmmhummm “
  • That bloody smile getting you every time

FUCKING KILL ME JEFF ATKINS DESERVED BETTER TAKE BRYCE NOT MY BABY JEFF I HOPE HES IN SEASONS TWO if there will be one IN LIKE FLASH BACKS OR SOME SHIT IM NOT READY TO LET HIM GO!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Isak getting so drunk at kollektivet party that he stands on a table and starts telling everyone how amazing of a person he thinks Sana is.

I know I just got this one and I should do my other prompts first…buuuuut this made me smile so much and I can see it so clearly, I just have to do this now. <3 


“Okay baby I think you’ve had enough” Even says as he takes the beer Isak just found out of his hand with a smile. 

“heeeeeyy handsome” Isak drawled a slow smile forming on his lips as he wrapped a hand lazily across Even’s chest and stumbled into him. 

Even caught him against his side and brushed his hand through his boyfriends golden curls. “oh angel you are so wasted.” 

Isak giggled “no i’m not you are. you are wasted and hot grrrrrrrr” Isak winked as he attempted to growl at the hottie holding him up. 

Even couldn’t control his laughter. he pulled Isak closer and smiled as he watched the man of his life, try to blow imaginary bubbles in the air. 

“wow you are such a flirty drunk.” 

“wanna get out of here? woof” 

Even grinned shaking his head “now you’re just making random animal noises.” 

“I bet you’re an animal” Isak snapped his teeth together like a predator, before nearly falling on the ground when Even doubled over in half laughing his head off. 

“i’m sorry baby, you’re just so damn cute when you get like this.” he choked through the laughter 

Isak pouted “like whaaat” 

fortunately before Even had to form an answer, Isak’s eyes grew wide in excitement as he bounced on the heels of his feet whacking Even’s shoulder. 

“SANA!” he shouted staring over Even’s shoulder. Even turned around to see Sana approach them with an amused smile painted on her lips. 

“halla Isabel how you doing?” she asked, holding in a laughter at Isak’s state. 

“Oh Sana, you are so fucking great you know that?” Sana looked up at Even in surprise. 

Even nodded “he’s a little…” 

“heeeey have you met my biology partner and friend???” Isak asked the lamp next to him. 

Sana raised her eyebrows. 

“okay so maybe a little is an understatement.” 

“you think?” Sana smiled, watching Isak try to high five the lamp and pouting when he didn’t high five back. 

“he is a sweet drunk though” 

“yeah” Even smiled lovingly, at the goofball hugging the lamp and apologising for hurting it’s feelings. 

“I should get him home” Even said walking over to pull Isak away from the lamp. 

“baby lets go home.” 

“nei I have things to do first” 

Even raised his eyebrows “like what?” 

“announcement” 

Even shook his head laughing “maybe another time baby. Just wait here I need to get your coat so your nice and warm when we leave okay?” 

Isak nodded right before Even kissed his cheek and turned around for Noora’s room where they dumped their coats. 

When Even got back in the party, he couldn’t find Isak where he left him. 

“Jonas!” he shouted when he saw the brows bobbing up and down in the crowd. “have you seen Isak?”

“I thought he was with you” he said. 

Even turned around, weaving his fingers through his hair. He was about to call his cell when he heard Noora shout 

“not on the furniture!” 

he looked up and right there standing on the coffee table in the middle of a party was his golden haired boyfriend.

Even was there in a flash “baby” he tugged on Isak’s pant leg “get down from there before you hurt yourself” 

Isak ignored him “Listen…” he said softly, before gulping and waving his hands in the air. “LISTEN I have somhting to say - that girl” he points straight at Sana who is standing in the back enjoying the performance. “is fucking amazing. She - she is smart, and nice and oh OH and if it weren’t for her and weed I wouldn’t have gone to kossegruppa and met my fucking BOYFRIEND. that’s right. I-” 

he stumbled slightly which made Even cringe and walk closer, ready to catch his boy if he had to. 

“I LOVE SANA BAKKOUSH, and anyone anyone who tries to hurt her-” he waved his hand in the air dramatically “goes through me. yep that’s right grrrrr” 

at that Even grabbed ahold of Isak and pulled him down. 

“I wasn’t finish” he said grumpily. 

“I know baby, you can tell me the rest on the way home.” 

Isak smiled happily “You wanna hear my speech.” 

Even pulled his face towards his “always my love.” he kissed him lightly, before wrapping Isak up in his jacket. 

“now let me take you home and make you something to eat.” 

Isak grinned “hey do you wanna marry me?” he said as Even walked him out the door. 

Even laughed loudly “oh baby you ask me that every time I make you food when you’re drunk.”  

Isak’s arms held tightly onto Even’s torso, his head resting against his chest as they walked into the night together “you so wanna marry me. Grrrrr” 

Even’s warm chuckle echoed out into the night. “always my little lion” 

Isak’s nose winkled “did you know Magnus says he has a lion cock?” 

Even looked up at the sky and squinted his eyes “well now that petname is ruined.” 

Beauty and the Beast AU (1)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OFC, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, heavy making out, fondling, almost smut, angst, a lot of fighting

Word Count: 5,433 (I’m not even sorry)

Part Two Part Three

A/N: This is my fist part to my Beauty and the Beast AU. Hug thank you to @love-kittykat21 for beta reading and helping me with this! Feedback is always welcomed and I hope you enjoy it as much as I am!

Originally posted by gameraboy

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56



“Hey,” a large hand gripped your shoulder, shaking you gently, “Y/N wake up.” Grimacing, you pulled yourself away from Dean’s body looking up at Sam. He had a big smile on his face,  the alarm clock illuminating his face. Looking at the harsh, glaring, green numbers you groaned. It was barely six in the morning and Sam was ready to get going. “Get up, I wanna tell you something.” His voice was soft and timid, attempting not to wake his brother up.

“Okay, just give me a second.” You whispered back to him, getting up as slowly as you could, Dean simply turned away, pulling the crisp white sheets along with him.

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Last Game

JEFF ATKINS X READER

Jeff playing his final game in high school. Y/N getting to bond with Mama Atkins. Overall, just fluff because he deserved better!

Words: 1348

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. Also, thank you @fuckkoffcourtney for this idea. I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this one and any feedback would be much appreciated.:) i suck at titles lmao

Originally posted by knightlley

The drums and cheers of the audience were exceptionally louder in this game, which comes as not a surprise considering that this is the senior’s final game against in high school and so far, the fight has been neck to neck. The seniors had evidently been giving their best and some more throughout the game. It was their last but more importantly, college coaches are spread out throughout the stadium scanning for potential candidates to recruit to their team. You looked at the scoreboard worriedly then back to the field. The cheers died down as the last batter walk towards his position. It was Jeff, the star player of Liberty’s baseball team. One last point. That’s all it takes for Liberty’s team to take home the victory. Shuddering at the thought of how much pressure he must be feeling at the moment, you quickly stood up along with other students who shout Jeff’s name in their cheer.

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Ouchies
  • *Daddy is at my house and we're playing outside. I start climbing a tree*
  • Daddy: Babygirl, get down. you're gonna get hurt.
  • Me: No I'm not, I'm a big girl! *slips and falls out of the tree 2 seconds later* DADDY!
  • Daddy: oh, baby. I told you you were gonna get hurt. *helps me up, taking me in the house.*
  • Me: *starts crying when he pulls up my sleeve and pants leg*
  • Daddy: It's okay, princess. you're okay. Let's get some medicine on it and a bandaid.
  • Me: *nods, tears still streaming down*
  • Daddy: *puts some Neosporin on it and a big bandaid, then lays me in my bed with stuffie.* C'mere, baby. *Holds me in his arms.* you're okay. *Kisses me on the forehead*
  • Is it sad that this actually happened? -Little L

pastelgothiclesbian  asked:

Okay, so can you make a fic where dan is tied town and Phil has a vibrating wand on his cock and dan screaming and writhing around and he finally cums. BUT Phil does not let up and keeps the vibrator and the head of god cock until he is crying from the overstimulation.

Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Okay so gUYS I went to the potato bowl it was fuckin lit ++ dirty anons are back on @subbydan-answers for all you sinners ++ I’m doing OCs on my writing tumblr @somanydestiel

Tags: Overstim, Bondage, Edging, dom!Phil, top!Phil, Degradation, Daddy Kink, very rough rough rough play, cumplay if you squint really hard, Aftercare


- Looking back, Dan really shouldn’t have teased Phil and then gone off to touch himself without permission, because he’s now tied tightly to his bed, Phil staring at him with that smirk and his hands behind his back. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, slut?” He asks as he crosses the room and climbs onto the bed above Dan.

- “Yes, Daddy-” Dan’s voice is cut off when Phil slaps him across the face- not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting.

- “Naughty whores like you don’t get Daddies.”

- “Yessir, sorry sir,” Dan amends, eyes shut and trying not to focus on his hard on. Knowing Phil, he won’t be cumming for a while yet. Phil kisses Dan softly on the lips before moving to his neck, biting and sucking dark marks into the skin there. It makes Dan wiggle and his eyes glaze over, because his neck has always been pretty sensitive.

- Phil sits back on his haunches, admiring the mess he’s already made of Dan, and then reveals what’s behind his back- a hitachi wand. Just the sight of it makes Dan’s cock twitch because he loves it, loves how good it feels, how quickly it can make him cum. Tonight is going to be hard. “I’m going to edge you once for every hour your slutty little ass teased me today.”

-Nine. Phil is going to edge him nine times. Dan bites his lip when Phil turns on the wand, hips lifting off the bed just at the sound. He whines in the back of his throat when it does touch him, vibrating up and down his length, Phil moving it slowly with a dangerous look on his face. “Feel good?” Dan makes an affirmative humming sound, looking at Phil pleadingly. Already, he’s wrecked, needy, and close. Riling Phil up takes a toll on him too. Right as Dan’s about to come, the ask for permission on the tip of his tongue, Phil pulls the wand away, running it up and down Dan’s ribs instead, brushing it over his nipples once or twice as Dan calms down slightly. “One. Beg me to touch you again, bitch.”

- “Sir, please, please touch me. Please punish me an’ make me yours sir. ‘M sorry I was bad, just please touch me.” For a long moment, Phil keeps mindlessly moving the wand, dragging it over Dan’s inner thighs. Then, out of nowhere, it’s pressed against Dan’s taint and balls, just enough pressure that Dan squirms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves it up to the sensitive head of Dan’s cock, holding it there.

- “You’ve had worse,” Phil says with mild disinterest when Dan whimpers. “Be lucky I’m even bothering to touch a disgusting slut like you.” This time, Dan very nearly comes, but it’s taken away from him as the first spurt starts to dribble out of his cock. While Dan ‘cools down,’ if you can even call it that, Phil collects the cum with his fingers and presses them to Dan’s lips to clean. “Don’t get my toy dirty,” he chastises. Just like that, it’s back, and Dan nearly sobs with desperation. The amount of time is even shorter this time, and continues on in much the same pattern until Dan’s been edged eight times.

- Setting down the wand, Phil crawls on top of Dan and balances with his jean-covered thigh pressed between Dan’s legs, one hand balancing himself to the left of Dan’s head, and his right around Dan’s throat, pressing down so that Dan’s breathing gets shallow and his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. “Rut against my thigh like the pathetic piece of shit you are,” he growls. That’s all Dan needed, and his hips rapidly drive his little cock forward for the painful friction and it feels so fucking good to be beneath Phil like this, surrounded by his scent, tears in the corners of his eyes. Precum smears onto the denim and Dan is about to come, a moan caught in his throat when Phil jumps off of him. No more weight against Dan’s body, no more hand on his throat, no more leg for him to get off on.

- “Sir, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please! Please, sir, I’ll do anything, please! I’m sorry I won’t be bad ever again I’ll do anything sir please!”

- Instead of answering, he picks back up the vibrator and presses it to the head of Dan’s cock again. “You can cum,” Phil says casually, but what makes Dan hit his high is the way Phil reaches into his pants to start stroking himself, eyes never leaving Dan’s shaking form. But once Dan cums, Phil doesn’t move the vibrator, despite Dan’s protests and attempts to shift his hips away from it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Phil mocks. “Thought the fucking whore wanted to cum.”

- “I did, I did, thank you so much Master but ‘s too much, stop, too much, no more,” Dan pleads, barely intelligible.

- Phil, the little shit, purposely misinterprets. “What’s that? You want me to make you cum over and over and then fuck you? Beg me.” No, that’s not what Dan wants, but he’s so far into subspace that he immediately starts begging, even though Phil’s already made up his mind. “You have permission to cum as much as you like.” He undresses then reaches for the lube, coats his fingers, and pushes two in at once. Dan’s used to it, and Phil knows how much Dan loves the burn of the sudden stretch. He seeks out Dan’s prostate quickly, and attacks it with his fingers, managing to get Dan to cum three more times (The last two dry) before he’s ready to fuck him, the wand still mercilessly against the head of Dan’s cock. He moves it when he pushes into Dan, and instead uses the hand to choke Dan again.

-”Sir, sir, Daddy, no, please, Daddy, Daddy, Phil too much, no!” Dan all but screams, sobbing, but Phil doesn’t- if Dan really wanted him to stop, he’d safeword. The fifth time Dan cums, he passes out. Phil. Doesn’t. Stop. He keeps fucking, and as he gets close, he takes Dan’s soft cock in his hand and jerks him off in time with it until Dan hits one last high, without even getting hard, moaning in his sleep and arching his back. Phil pulls out and looks at Dan, almost amazed. The boy’s neck is lined with hickeys and fingerprints, his cock and hole red and abused, come dripping out of him and drying on his chest. 

-While Dan’s still out, Phil starts a bath, brings in the wand and some water, and gently wipes the cum off of Dan with a damp warm washcloth. “Dan, sweetheart,” he whispers, shaking Dan’s shoulder. “Wake up, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” Dan’s eyes blink open, unfocused, and his swollen lips are slightly parted. “Deep breath for me, Dan. Look at me.” It takes a minute, but Dan eventually does. “There you are. You did such a good job for me, baby. My beautiful little boy, doing so well for his Daddy.”

- “’M not pathetic?” Dan asks blearily.

- “Of course not, I love you so much, Dan. Can I pick you up and carry you to the bath?” Dan nods and winds his arms around Phil’s neck, allowing himself to be bridal carried to the bathroom. “What bath bomb, baby?” Dan looks over the basket of them and points to a dark midnight one with gold sparkles in it, marketed as being a lavender scent. Of course he picks the darkest one in there- even as out of it as he is, Dan has standards. Phil sets Dan on the toilet seat and drops in the bomb, waiting for it to fizzle all the way before lifting Dan up again and setting him in the hot water. While Dan relaxes, Phil wipes down the wand, brushes his teeth, and puts on his glasses in lieu of his contacts, occasionally glancing at Dan in the mirror to make sure he’s alright.

- As soon as he’s done, Phil whispers “lean forward” and climbs into the bath behind Dan, so that the younger is between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “Open your mouth.” Dan does, and Phil uncaps the water bottle to hold it to Dan’s lips, slowly getting him to drink the whole bottle. When it’s done and the bath is getting cold, Phil unplugs the drain and gets the warm water running again while he washes Dan’s hair. As he moves on to wash Dan’s body, he accidentally brushes Dan’s sensitive cock, earning the softest mewl of protest Phil’s ever heard, which makes his heart absolutely melt. “Don’t worry, we’re all done. After the bath, let’s go to bed, beautiful.”

- He carefully dries Dan off with a fluffy towel, and carries him back to Phil’s room. Dan’s room is where they scene, and then they sleep in Phil’s clean bed. “I know, I’ll be right back,” Phil says as he puts Dan down, since the boy made a soft sound of dissent. He pulls on a pair of boxers and grabs some clothes for Dan. “Arms up.” The green uni hoodie comes over Dan’s head. “Up for me real quick, baby.” Dan stands up long enough for a pair of boxers and soft pajama pants to be pulled onto him. “There you go. I love you so much, Dan. You did such a good job for me and I’m so proud of you,” Phil assures, kneeling and putting one hand on Dan’s face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. “My good little boy.”

- Dan throws his arms around Phil’s neck and cries, while Phil just holds him until it’s out of his system. “My good boy, Dan. You’re so amazing, I love you, you’re my perfect baby.” At that point, Dan pulls away and lets Phil kiss his forehead, then lies back on the bed with a slight shiver. Phil pulls the duvet back and gets both of them under it, then throws an arm over Dan’s waist, holding him close while they fall asleep.


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No More Nose Kisses Until Your Nose is Healed; 1066 words
follow up to Magnets

When Isak wakes up this morning, his face feels like it got repeatedly rammed into a brick wall and his mouth tastes like crap pill coating.  Even isn’t in bed, but he can hear him moving around the flat despite the early hour.  Isak pouts tiredly to himself, needing his morning cuddle more than usual today.

Before he does anything else, though, Isak needs to brush his teeth.

He drags himself out of bed after a brief debate over whether or not it would be acceptable to wear their duvet like a cocoon.  It’s not, he decides.  He aches all over as he pads through to their little bathroom but the thought of his mouth no longer tasting like crappy drugs tides him over.

Isak was in no way prepared for his reflection.

The mirrored cupboard over their sink hides no sins, unfortunately.  Isak’s nose is even more swollen than it was last night, the look made even better by the fact that the skin was now a painful and mottled red beneath the steristrips.  There’s a little bit of crusted blood around his nostrils, which makes him think that maybe it bled more in his sleep.

Somehow his nose isn’t the worst part to look at.

That award goes to black bruises under his eyes.  Isak’s no stranger to dark rings under his eyes, but these are completely different. Bruises so dark blue they look black, smeared under his tired green eyes.

He looks like the bloody Winter Soldier.

Shaking his aching head, Isak goes back to the task at hand.  He tries not to look in the mirror while he brushes his teeth as vigorously as he can but it’s easier said than done when your face looks like bloody train wreck.  He ends up standing with his back to the sink just to avoid his reflection.

He spits and rinses and puts his toothbrush back in their holder, flinching slightly when he closes the cupboard and is confronted by his gruesome reflection.  Isak had never thought he was particularly vain; sure he likes to style his hair and he’ll make an effort with his clothes but he never thought he was vain.

He’s starting to reconsider that now knowing how much this facial injury is bothering him, even though he knows it won’t last more than a couple of weeks.

He leans closer to the mirror to inspect the damage, squinting critically.  He touches his nose gingerly and pain immediately rockets through him.

“Fuck!” He shouts in surprise, jerking back from the mirror as if it scolded him.  That’s how Even finds him: stood in the middle of their bathroom cupping his nose with a look of shock on his face.

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I’m Dedicating Every Day to You

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Hamwriters write-a-thon day five

Note: This is a sequel to Don’t Drop Him! Because you guys seemed to like that one a lot, plus I wanted to write Daveed as a dad. Also the baby’s name is from the book Sula by Toni Morrison, mainly because Daveed loves that book and I couldn’t figure out a name. 

Warning: swearing, water breaking (do i have to warn you about that?) 

Word Count:1,115

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @iamgrayfox @rottwat @gonnamurderyou @hambamthankyouman @aham-threw-his-shot-away

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

“Daveed!” Daveed hears Y/N yelling from the couch but he doesn’t move straight away, for the last couple weeks of her pregnancy she’s been calling for him every few minutes to grab something for her that at this point he know’s it won’t be something urgent. “Daveed Diggs get your ass in here!” She yells.

With a frown he quickly gets up from his desk and rushes out to the living room where Y/N is standing, with a pool of water on the floor between her feet.

“Babe wha- oh shit” he says, his eyes wide as he realises what’s happened. Y/N’s water has broken.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the hell do I do? She’s a week early, He thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her.

“You gonna stand there all day or are you going to take me to the hospital?” she asks.

Daveed snaps into action, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone from the bench before coming over to take Y/N by the wrm and lead her towards the door.

“Why do you look so terrified, you’re not the one that is about to give birth” She points out as Daveed leads her to the elevator of their building.

“I am not delivering our child on in the elevator Y/N” He says, his fingers drumming against his leg as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. 

“You’re not delivering this baby period” she says. 

“Agreed” he mutters. 

The elevator doors finally open and Daveed helps Y/N rush towards the car. 

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Alphabet Game

This is very long so click the read more!!

A— Arguments:

When Barry’s angry he tends to shut everyone around him out. After a squabble with you, he’d storm out to clear his mind, allowing both of you a good amount of time to calm down before he returns and you two can actually talk things through.

We all also know that Barry is a crier so it’s highly possible that he would break down into tears when either he or you try to apologize. But the night would definitely end with some I’m sorry cuddles or some makeup sex.

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Too Close (B.Barnes) *SMUT*

Too Close

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o dynamic, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), swearing, some hair pulling, dirty talk

Tagging; @heatherhoney2000 @widowsfics @myluvislikewow @canibeadino @sebseyesandbuckysthighs @buckysbackpackbuckle @angelsdeadromance @potterhead7656 @annadier @shawnmendes987q @glittervelvetandlace @dislarryting @wine-and-space-donuts @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @gothamsmermaid @fantasticimpaladoctor @nopevilleluas @kinqshley @makeupgirllaur @eileenlikesyou-maybe @incadinkadoo @mermaidinplaid @lostinspace33 @heavymetalangel @therealcap @princess-basket-case



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Super Big Brother- [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Pregnant!Reader, Henry (OC)

Word count: 885

Warnings: Fluff, lots of it, maybe the slightest pinch of angst

Summary: It’s Dean and the reader’s second child. They have to tell their first what is going on. (Promp #44 of “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts”@deanwinchesterxreader )

A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.

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Super Big Brother


“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”

“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”

You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.

“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”

Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.

“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.

“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.

Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”

Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.

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Sex Bomb (Smut)

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Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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All That Matters

Title: All That Matters

Summary: People always told you that loving someone can hurt just as much as it can heal. You never believed it. And then you met Dean Winchester…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Haley (OFC, briefly), John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (briefly)

Word count: 5621 (I know, I know. But I hope it’s worth it…)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Very light smut. Some language. Mentions of abduction, blood, tortures and death (nothing graphic). 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @frickfracklesackles 1000 follower celebration challenge. Natalie, congratulations on your incredible milestone and thank you for letting me participate and for being so patient with me, I had a great time planning this fic.

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out plenty of things about this.

Now about the story: My trope was “feisty strangers to lovers”. The storyline starts two years before season 1 (when Dean is 24 years old and the reader 22) and it follows the timeline of the show through flashbacks that are included in italics. The entire fic is loosely based on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph (I am so in love with this song tbh)

I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Countless photo albums were scattered around the floor, old photographs thrown here and there, creased and torn and faded. Empty whiskey bottles littered the corners of the dark room and fast-food wrappers stained the carpet but you didn’t care. Nobody minded.

Dean would have minded.

There it was again, that annoying little voice in the back of your mind that wouldn’t shut up. You could hear it every time you drank a little too much, every time you got a little too reckless, every time a guy tried to flirt with you, not knowing that it was pointless because your heart belonged to someone else already.

Dean. Dean. Dean.

Most of the times you were able to shake it off, tune the voice out, and reach for another bottle of Jack Daniels but today that was physically impossible. The hunt had drained all the energy you had left and the memories of Dean were far too many and far too painful to just go away.

And, besides, the little voice was right.

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Imagine:
Living in the city of Los Angeles could really take a toll on anybody, but it was even harder on new parents. The LA traffic with a screaming baby. The many weirdos that roamed the streets at night. The paparazzi was definitely the hardest part. They never left us alone, especially now that we had the new baby. Justin wanted us to get out of there so we could settle in with our new bundle of joy and not worry about dealing with the cameras being shoved in our faces, so Justin took us on a trip to the Bahamas.
I had just fallen back to sleep at 7:30 this morning, when the baby woke up screaming. He was up all night crying because he had gas. “My poor baby what’s the matter huh?” I said picking the newborn up, cradling him against my body. Justin slept through the night perfectly, didn’t move once. I definitely envied him. I walked back to the bed with my son in my arms trying to rock him back to sleep, but he wasn’t having it. His cries got louder, and I became frustrated. “What do I do? What do I do?” I said as tears began to fall.
“Justin wake up.” I said shaking him awake. He sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He asked. “He won’t stop crying.” I said beginning to cry. “No baby, don’t cry.” He said wiping tears away from my eyes. “Let me take him okay? You just get some sleep.” He said taking the bundle out of my hands. I wiped my face and laid down. I heard Justin begin to sing as he walked out the door, and onto the balcony. I heard the waves crashing over the sound of Justin’s soothing voice and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: this sucks i know. i just felt bad bc i haven’t posted anything.

Do you think I want to be away from you? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn is going on tour which results in him maybe missing the birth of his child which doesn’t settle well with Y/n

Authors note: here’s a cute fluffy Shawn plus baby hah why do I do this to myself


“Why are you lying to me?’ I screamed, chucking my bag on the floor.

“When did I lie to you Y/N? Tell me. When?” Shawn yells back, slamming the front door shut behind him.

“You told me that tour was only going for a month. Why did Andrew just say it was 3 months?” My head was pounding and all I wanted to do was lay down.

“I…” he stammers, not having an excuse.

“Do you even care about him? Oh right, its just 3 moths right, he won’t even notice his father is gone, that’s even if he remembers who you are,” I spit, anger coursing through my veins.

“I was going to space the shows out more so I can come home and see you guys,” Shawn confesses, walking into the kitchen and filling a glass with water.

“That’s if you’re even here for the birth,” I mutter under my breath and Shawn’s head whips towards me. 

“Care to say that again?” he asks lowly, stalking towards me.

“I said that’s if you’re even here for the birth,” silence fills the room.

“Would you stop talking like I’m going to miss out on the kid’s whole life?” Shawn says desperately, hand flinging down to chuck his glass in the sink, smashing it into tiny pieces, causing me to flinch.

“Whats wrong with you?” I ask, voice high pitched.

“I can’t help it that my career takes me away from my family. Do you think I want to be away from you? To miss seeing my child grow up?” His voice is shaky, his eyes filling with tears.

“Shawn,” I murmur, my anger disappearing. 

“The thought of my child not recognizing me freaks me the hell out Y/N. I don’t want that,” the first tear slips and I immediately pull him into my arms.

“Shh, I’m sorry I pushed you,” I whisper, feeling his arms link behind my back, holding me as close as the baby bump would let him. His whole body slumps against mine, leaning on me fully for support that I gladly give.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about tour, I didn’t know how to say I was going to miss out on seeing the first couple months of its life,” he sniffs, nestling his head in the crook of my neck.

“Shawn we’ll work something out okay? You’re not going to miss out on anything.” I comfort him, stroking the side of his face gently.

“Alright,” He whispers, kissing my forehead.

“We’re a team now,” I tell him, grinning in an attempt to lighten the mood. “You, me and baby,”

“Our family,” This makes him smile, his eyes shinning at the thought.

“Also just letting you know,” I pause, kissing his nose gently. “You can stop calling our baby an it, we found out it was a boy like 3 weeks ago,”