because what else do we have left

Taster(Yoongi x Taehyung x Girl Smut)

This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3 

“I don’t understand why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting about their request.

“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was welling up inside of him.

“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.

“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.

“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on you.

“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.

“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it, fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.

You watched the both of them walk towards the front door Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side, but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request, you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans. But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.

“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!” You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the cushions a bit.

“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part, Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.

“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick to rush through your body.

“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions, his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what he could do to your other lips.

Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.

You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.

“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and slide them down your legs.

“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he would wait to leave you begging for more.

Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing you but making sure he was tasting everything.

“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve, vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.

“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck- right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease up from your skin.

“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked over to you standing in front of you.

“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave you speechless.

Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.

“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind, he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter, how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach tighten again for the second time that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high. Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips against yours before he pulled back.

“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.” He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?” Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.

“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.

“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the questions started up.

anonymous asked:

Hi! You've opened requsets again! It's so great! Can you please write some hc about how rfa + Saeran + V is nervous in wedding day with MC? In Jaehee case it can be that Jaehee is a bridesmaid or just helped a lot to organize that wedding.

Aww, this is so sweet! Hope you like these. 


  • Normally, he’s really confident about things
  • But today he’s a mess
  • He’s in between wanting to see you and running out the door
  • Super fidgety
  • He keeps asking all the RFA members questions
  • “Is the tie straight? Does my hair look fine? How much time do we have left?” 
  • They all give him respective pep talks
  • By the time he’s standing at the altar, his palms are sweaty
  • And he can’t stop singing under his breath
  • Bounces on his toes
  • But when he sees you walking down the aisle in the dress, his heart calmed down
  • He didn’t even see anyone else there…only you


  • Nervous chuckles at everything
  • Seven has to shake him out of it
  • “Dude, why are you laughing so much?”
  • He starts wandering off because his mind is just anxious
  • Caused a lot of panic at one point
  • “MC, your groom is missing!”
  • “What?!”
  • “Oh, no…false alarm. He just went to the bathroom…at the restaurant across the street.”
  • He nervously chuckles again “I brought churros!” But the bag is empty
  • You thought it was a joke until you kiss him at the altar and taste the cinnamon 
  • He doesn’t calm down until the reception when you two are having your first dance


  • You asked her to be your maiden of honor
  • But she also did a lot of the planning with you
  • She’s so nervous something is going to go wrong
  • She’s checking on you every two minutes
  • “MC, you have your bouquet? You have your veil?”
  • “Yes! Yes!” 
  • “Last question….you sure about getting married?” 
  • “Jaehee!”
  • She teases you, but honestly she’s very happy for you
  • Still nervous she’s going to trip walking down the aisle though
  • She loosens up at the reception….you know, after a few glasses of wine


  • He’s not very superstitious, so he kind of wants to see you before the wedding
  • When the others say he can’t until you walk down the aisle…that’s when he starts getting nervous
  • He doesn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts
  • So he starts a fight with Zen to try to get his mind off of things
  • “Zen…start chattering away about yourself like you always do.” 
  • “What’s that supposed to mean???”
  • Constantly flattening his tux and adjusting his cuff links
  • Lots of pacing
  • He finally calms down when the procession starts
  • Stoic Jumin Han actually tears up when he sees you walk down the aisle
  • Doesn’t remember why he was nervous in the first place


  • He’s super nervous something is going to go wrong
  • He wants to stress eat a little
  • But Zen and Yoosung keep taking away the bag of Honey Buddha Chips
  • They insist that he can’t get anything all greasy
  • When he starts getting really anxious, he says he needs to MC before the ceremony
  • But, he also doesn’t want to see her in her dress until it’s time
  • So they arrange it so the two of them could talk to each other on opposite sides of the door
  • Seven calms down a little when he can hold your hand
  • When it’s time to get on the altar, he gets super scared he’s going to mess up the vows
  • Everything goes on without a hitch though
  • He doesn’t truly calm down until halfway through the reception, where it just feels like normal party


  • He’s super nervous since he never made a life commitment like this before
  • He keeps doubting himself
  • He’s scared that he won’t be good enough for you
  • He needs a lot of affirmation from his friends and his brother
  • He’s super jittery though and easily startled by everything
  • He blanks out a lot while waiting for the ceremony to start
  • He soon forgets his anxieties when you walk down the aisle
  • He’s mesmerized by you and thinks of how lucky he is
  • He’s still a bit nervous throughout the vows and things, but the reception is just with close friends and family
  • So he gets a lot more comfortable
  • But he’s holding your hand a lot


  • He’s really nervous, but excited
  • He wanted life to start fresh with you
  • But he still had some reservations because he was scared of his past faults
  • Jumin has to talk some sense into him when he thinks that
  • V just keeps talking to him to get his mind off of things
  • When he saw you in the dress, he was breathless
  • He had never been happier that he gotten the eye surgery
  • Loosened up to his normal self once the dancing started 

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Weights & Measures Pt 1 [M]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5k+

Triggers: swearing, drinking, sex

A/N: This fic is inspired by the song Weights and Measures by Dry the River. It’s v depressing so be warned if you decided to listen to it. 

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Two Years Before

Your boss had been riding your ass for months, but when he walked into your office and demanded you get some sleep you weren’t about to argue with him. Scrambling, you packed up your desk for the day and ran out the door for the night. You didn’t to take the risk that this was all a big joke and you were the butt of it.  You can’t remember the last time you were home before dark and the cool early evening breeze felt like a welcome home present.

It had been a few weeks since you and Jinyoung, your fiance, had been able to actually sit and eat a meal together. He used to always leave a plate for you in the fridge and a sweet note telling you that he loved you, but that had changed in the past few months. You were now used to coming home to a dark apartment. Jinyoung would already be fast asleep when you padded into the bedroom. Most of your meals consisted of microwaved dinners or rice. After Jinyoung stormed into the kitchen one night while you were cooking yourself dinner, you didn’t want to risk another fight.

Stopping by his favorite noodle shop, you hoped that tonight you would be able to close the ever growing distance between the two of you. It had been months since the last time you had sex. It’s not like you didn’t try, but any time you would initiate it, he would shut you down, saying he was too tired or that he wasn’t in the mood. You missed the way he would say your name and look at you like you were the most beautiful creature on the planet. But every time he looked at you now, it was like he was looking at nothing. The light had gone from his eyes, and you wanted it back so badly.

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But what if we got this nice, calm, drama free, mutual and respectful love story that just happens exactly the way it’s supposed to be in the background of everything else blowing up left and right. Of course there would be some small hitches because of all the other drama happening around them, but at the end of the day nothing much would change regarding their feelings for each other. 

Wouldn’t that be beautiful and refreshing?

Just them falling slowly in love, respecting each others boundaries every step of the way. Building up this really, really strong emotional bond that nothing could break, ever. It’s not a very physical relationship, it doesn’t have to be, all it takes is a glance and they know it won’t matter that the world is falling to pieces around them.

#15: We Drunk**


I thought maybe he should have a payback after he’s done her so well in the last imagine ;)

The car halts on the front gate of the apartment, Harry and Y/N dramatically stumbling forward from the sudden brakes, laughing later at their clumsy behavior. To say they were drunk was an understatement; they’d literally licked alcohol off their glasses, breathed in the waft till it was what they breathed out and paid a bill for a whole month grocery to the bartender.

“Ben!” Harry called out to his driver form the back seat. “Ben, I love you man. God knows what we would’ve been doing without you.”

“I would’ve been driving probably.” Y/N inputs, blinking to keep her eyes open. “I can’t trust you driving drunk, Harry.”

Harry snickers. “You’re drunk too.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods, blinking at her boyfriend for a good moment of silence. Then, she suddenly threw her hands in the air, exclaiming,”Let’s get outta here!” She opens the door but then sits back inside again, leaning towards the driver’s seat.

“Ben, I swear when I say I love you.” She slurs. “I would’ve have kissed but you see Harry Styles here,” She points animatedly beside her.”He’ll either punch you or me. Yeah, probably me. See ya, buddy! Keep saving people.”

She stumbles out of the car, Harry joining after her a moment later, after he’s planted a wet kiss on Ben’s cheek and told him how much he loves him.

“Y/N! Wait for me!” Harry calls out to the blurring figure of Y/N ahead of him. He strides ahead, clutching her shoulders, and she helps him out, swinging her arm on his shoulder and levering his weight on her body.

“But, Y/N, do you know why’d we drink so much?” He asks, innocently, as they take slow steps to the elevator.

“Because it’s religious to do so.” Y/N presses on  the elevator button, pushing Harry against the wall, and stretching her arms.

“Really? Damn, I should do this every day.” He chuckles, the lift door opening with a ding.

We. We should do it more.” Y/N walks into the elevator first, Harry following behind after he’s clutched her behind in both of his huge hands, keeping the distance between their chest and back a minimal.

Inside the elevator, Harry’s arms wrap around her full waist from behind, rocking her back forth as they wait for the elevator to start. He rests his chin on her shoulder, snuggling his face into her neck as she leans into him more.

“I’m gonna be off to bed, Harry.”

“We’ll see.”


“Did you press the button?”

“I thought you did.”

“So…you didn’t?”


Harry gives her a look. “Kay, I’ll do it.” He leans forward, pushing the button to their floor and resumes to his place behind her, clutching her waist tighter to pull her more close.

They push their way out of the elevator, Y/N having a hard time walking, considering the heavy weight of Harry being slumped on her. He then and now sets off in his own direction and Y/N has to work up to succeed in steering in the right way.

Reaching before their home’s door, Y/N bumps the shoulder Harry’s passed out on. “Harry, the house keys.”

“Whaa..?” He wakes, wiping the corner of his mouth on her shoulder and leaning past it. “What?”

“House keys, you silly cuckoo!” She whisper-yells.

“Cuckoo? Where?” Harry swings on his feet, looking around in the dark hallway.

“Harry!” She turns around, pulling him by the collar of his shirt.”House. Keys.”

“Ah.” He nods in realization. “They’re in my back pocket.” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, yawning slightly after leaking out the information.

Y/N boldly stretches, twisting her arm around him to reach his back pocket. She digs her fingers into one, and Harry squeals, chuckling.

“You’re tickling me!”

She winds her other arm around him, reaching for the next pocket, and Harry gladly hugs her back, pulling her face into his chest, giving her a hard time breathing. “Ha-wey.” She calls, voice muffled under his tight grip. Finally, the keys come in her hand.

She pulls away abruptly, Harry let frowning behind her. “I thought we were having a moment there.”

The doors open, Y/N walking in first. “Are you coming in or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a moment.” He stumbles into the hall, mumbling on way.

Y/N locks the door away, putting the keys away on the tray placed at the table by the door. Harry has his boots kicked off, his belt now in his hand as he turns around to Y/N taking her shoes off. He slaps the leather belt against the marble floor, rattling the furniture around, and scaring the hell out of Y/N.

“Harry, wh-“

He strides quick, winding the belt around her and then him, pulling her close to his chest, and although the buckles don’t tie together as he wanted them too, he still keeps a hand holding both end of the belt together.

“Keep walking, you, keep walking.” He mutters to her, eyes eyeing her face like a savage, determined robber. “You’re in the Harry Styles’s grip now.”

Y/N smirks. “So, are we role-playing tonight, hun?”

He gives her a glare. “I didn’t ask you to speak, you little piece of-!“ He lets the rest of the words pass under his breath.

He’s walking her to the direction of the stairs, her back to them as they slowly take steps up.

“I’m tired, though.” Y/N whines, grabbing his chest muscles to grip as she ascends every stair.

“You will not say a word or there will be consequences!” He threatens her in a hoarse voice, sporting the wide eyed, deadly look.

Y/N acts all fragile. “Oh, dear! Sire, I’m still pure, too innocent for ya! Don’t think of me that way, spare this maiden tonight, please!” She looks away, shuddering intentionally like a drama queen.

“Oh, shut up!” Y/N’s back hits the door of their bedroom. “You cannot be pure! You’ve been with a man who’s nonetheless horny as fuck twenty four hours a day! How could you be innocent!”

He slams his hand against the door behind him, hoping it would open, and when it doesn’t, he has to shrug off his role playing and use the handle to push open the door. Y/N laughs at him, finding the chance and slipping out of the grip that she’s in.

“Where d’ya think you’re goi-“  As Y/N jumps on the bed and away from him, Harry runs behind, tripping his foot on the edge of the bed in an attempt to climb up. He lies in pain on the floor, and Y/N gets down to tend him.

“Harry, are y-“ She lets out a shriek when he grabs her hips and turns her over on the floor, pinning her on the carpet floor, and hovering above her.

“Gotcha!” He titters as Y/N struggles underneath him. His face ducks down on her for a kiss, but ends up hitting on her forehead, and they both cry out, laughing in the end.

“Do it again, it brings bad luck, otherwise.” Y/N urges, and they pull in for it again, Harry catching Y/N’s lips right in the moment.

“Mhm, Harry.” She groans, his lips forcefully coming down on her.

“Please, kiss me, kiss me, please.” He coos in a soft, pained voice, leaning down again for her, and she accepts it.

They kiss in a luscious, thirst-quenching manner, the noises of their clicking mouths and heavy breathing the only sound in the room. His hands trail down, holding the hem of her dress in his finger, and he pushes it up, up till it reaches her navel, and he breaks from the kiss, moving down to kiss on the exposed skin.

“Harry, no.” He doesn’t stop, groaning against her skin. “Harry, stop, no.” Y/N slips her fingers on his forehead, pushing him away from her.

“But, why?” He sounds hurt, as he sits up, keeping a close touch on her inner thigh.

Y/N tries and sits up, but Harry’s pushed her twice back and got on top, and she’s twice pushed him and sat back up.

“I have a theory about why we shouldn’t have sex when we’re both drunk?”

“Why?” he asks, frowning.

“Because, we lose our limits.” She says, proud.

“Anything else?”

“This is it.”

“It’s shit. Let’s just do-“

“No!” She whines, pushing him hard by the chest into sitting position. “You don’t understand. What if you forget to put on a condom? And even if you do, what if it’s just left behind in me like in the Love, Rosie movie and I end up having a child?!”

“I won’t really mind.” He shrugs, shy.

“But, I would. Because we’re too young, and you’ll be always off to work, and I’ll have to look after our child all by myself which would not at all be easy, understand?”

“Point.” He nods, lips pursed in a somber expression.

“So, let’s just get back to bed like we’re an old couple.” Y/N sums up, getting off the floor.

“But you just said we’re too young.” Harry points out.

“Oh, just get here in bed, you!”

“But, I’m confused.”

“Stop running your walnut sized brain, you won’t be confused.”

“Point.” Harry nods. “But, I wanna cuddle!”

He jumps off the floor, climbing on top of the bed, where Y/N’s lying already, still in the same party clothes.

“I wanna naked cuddle!” He wiggles his eye brows at her, grinning.

“No!” Y/N whines. “You’re sleeping in these same clothes, so that we’re not confused if we did have sex at night or not.”

“Ah, nice.” Harry gives a cheeky smile. Y/N turns her body to the side, Harry snuggling into her back with his arm wrapping around her hip tightly. “But, can I atleast take off my jeans, they’re too-“

“No! Sleep.” Y/N closes her eyes, unconsciously pushing her behind on his groin, making him wince behind.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Harry consoles, more to himself.


Harry groans, waking up, feeling a tight strain in his pants, aching till it literally had him whimpering into the pillow. He opens his eyes, shaking his head, as he looks down to himself to see Y/N behind pressed hard over his morning wood.

It already is a torture having had to struggle with these morning surprises, and now that Y/N had kept rubbing her behind to him the whole night, the erection feels much tighter, harder and achier.

Pulling his hand back to him from around her, Harry sits up, staring at the bulge resting down between his legs. The more he looks at it, the more it hurts inside.

He looks over at Y/N beside him, asleep, and slowly creeping on the edge of the bed, he sits, pop opening his jeans button, groaning and throwing his head back at the sudden rush of air inside the space. He anchors his body with one arm behind, palm flat on the mattress, while his other hand works to undo his jeans and then, slide down his boxer briefs.

His member springs out, hard and erect, swollen at the tip, red and throbbing before his eyes. He runs his fingers over him, erupting shaky breaths from his mouth as sheen of sweat collects around his temple. His fingers wrap around him, moaning, then shushing himself with a lip bite, as he begins to pump up and down, running from the base to the tip. His breathing falters, his mind automatically shifts to thoughts of his girl, sweet and innocent, only his.

His cussing begins, he pumps faster, trying to ease off the tension quicker and free himself of the ache. His chest rises and falls unevenly, and suddenly, he feels a touch on his shoulder. He looks over, Y/N peeping at him pleasuring himself, and see meets his eyes, biting her lip.

“Need some help there, baby?” She rasps, sliding her hand down his shoulder to his wrist. Harry nods, freeing himself from his hold, and leans back, both hands resting back flat against the mattress.

Y/N gets off the bed, sitting on the floor, between his legs, and stares at his throbbing muscle, tensed and swollen in front of her. She gives him a look from underneath her eye lashes; Harry’s gut doing twists staring, down at her.

She takes him in her hands, wrapping her four fingers around, flicking her thumb on the tip of him. Harry throws his head back, spilling her name, as she brings her lips down on the tip, sucking at the pre-cum accumulated. Her hand begins to pump, up and down, up and down, as her lips then and there keep leaving tender pecks on his tip.

She leans her face closer to him, looking up through her eyelashes at him and crooking an eyebrow, sultrily

“Oh, god. Yes, yes, do it, pet.” Harry urges, breath shaky.

She brings the tip close to her mouth, slowing opening her lips to take him in. Her head goes low on him, till he’s filled her to the throat, and she grabs the rest of him in her hand, pausing to taste him around her mouth.

Her hair falls around her face, disrupting the very view from Harry, and he leans forward, clutching her hair in his both hands, bringing it up in a ponytail above her head. She starts moving, thrusting him in her mouth, while her hands pump the rest of him, going down to touch his balls, tickling her fingers underneath them.

Harry tugs at her hair, falling into a relentless saga of moans and curses, throwing his head back when she hollows her cheeks around him, giving that sudden tug at his base. He pants, his chest falling down, and then rising upbeat, Y/N’s pumping turning faster, as she bobs her head against him at a faster rate.

He twitches into her mouth, she feels a back thrust; his hands tug on her roots tighter, and he’s coming undone into her mouth. She swallows his juices, pulling out his cock from her mouth. Kissing slowly from the tip to the base, then up to his stomach and up over his chest, she comes in face to face with him. He leans in for a kiss, but she leans back.

“Morning breath.” She teases, biting her lip.

Harry pulls her to from the back of her head, attaching lips with her in a slow, fulfilling kiss. He sucks on the corner of her mouth, tasting his tanginess on her, before he pulls away, falling back on the bed with a content sigh.

Y/N lies down beside him, and he’s quick to pull her to his chest.

“My headache’s feeling worse now.” She groans against his chest.

“ Need my medicine, d’ya?” Harry smirks, pulling her by the chin to look up at him.

She smirks. “Would you give it to me?”

Harry slides down, leaning in between her legs already, as he slides her panties down her legs.

“But, Harry, tell me this: are you really twenty four hours horny?” She asks, eye fluttering from his kisses on her inner thigh.

He looks up from her legs, grinning. “Only for ya, pet, only for ya.”


Highlights from All the Bright Places
  • Finch: .. it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.
  • Finch: Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak.
  • Finch: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.
  • Finch: "My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery-- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving,, and then buried in the mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
  • Violet: "If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."
  • Violet: Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.
  • Finch: You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.
  • Finch: I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to.
  • Finch: The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.
  • Finch: What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?
  • Finch: (referring to "impending, weightless doom") I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.
  • Finch: I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase "elegance and euphoria," and how it describes exactly what i feel with Violet.
  • Finch: I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her, a lot more R-rated than PG-13.
  • Finch: Ultraviolet Remarkey-able, I think I love you.
  • Finch: The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.
  • Finch (while strangling Roamer): You put me here. You did this. It's your fault, your fault, your fault.
  • Finch: If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.
  • Finch (quoting Cesare Pavese): "We do not remember days, we remember moments."
  • Finch: Decca, sometimes there's beauty in the tough words-- it's all in how you read them.
  • Violet: People like Theodore Finch don't die. He's just wandering.
  • Violet: May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul .... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
  • Violet: What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
  • Violet: I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.
  • Violet: Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.
  • Finch: You make me love you, And that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do ....
  • : Theodore Finch-- I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.
  • Jennifer Niven: ... it is important to talk about what happened.
  • Theodore Finch: You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
✨ H.A.T.E ✨

Peter Pan Imagine


Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ casualcolorstarfish

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.,  Please make a second part to your Peter Pan fanfic! It’s really good and the cliffhanger is killing me! Also, I wouldn’t mind a smut, if you’re comfortable with writing that.. :) *slides out backdoor*,  Part 2 of H.A.T.E PLZZZZZ!?!?!?!, When is the second part of H.A.T.E coming out? I love your writing :),  When are u planning to update H.A.T.E.? 👀👀

Warnings: SWEARING | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader | cliffhang

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions. Y/n brings up a simple memory, only for it to open old wounds. 


“Follow me.”

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.”

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now.


The two of them weaved through the crowd of horny, sweaty teenagers pretty easily. Nobody paying mind to who was who, thanks to the near pitch blackness of the area and the intoxication. Y/n, being grateful of this, sighed in relief once they’ve reached the couple steps into a hall; the last thing she wanted was to be seen following a greaser to a room. 

Going further down the hall, he stops in front of a door that Y/n assumed was his room (obviously). Opening it cautiously, Peter quickly pulls her inside, slamming it back and locking it right after. Raising an eyebrow at this, she coughs slightly. 

“Uh, you wanna tell me why you locked the door?” 

Without answer, Peter quickly grabs her by the wrist (rather roughly, mind you) and slams her back into the wooden surface. Wincing slightly, letting out a small squeak at the sudden chill down her back, Y/n stares up at him in shock. 

“What the hell is your-” 

Cutting her off was simple. With his lips crashing onto her in a heated embrace was enough to make her brain stop for only a moment. For once, she was speechless. Standing still was her panic mode, not moving her body nor her lips as Peter had her wrists held tightly in his hands, trapped against the door. Finally regaining consciousness, she doesn’t hesitate to knee him right where mother nature had blessed him. 

Grunting, he pulls his head away from hers, but not letting her wrists free. They both panted heavily, Y/n staring at him with a mixture of emotions, while his was scrunched in pain. Neither of them moved as he collected himself. Opening his eyes back up, Y/n could feel her throat run dry at the sight before her. They were no longer their warm, greenish tint. They looked dark, ferocious…hungry.  Shaking his head slightly, Peter let out the deepest chuckle she had ever heard, sending an instant heat wave down to the pit of her stomach and her knees to nearly give out. Whatever this feeling was, she hated it. 

“Shouldn’t have done that, princess.” He grins, “You’ll only make it rougher for yourself.” 

“Bite me.” She barks, not daring to show weakness. Slowly letting her wrists go, Peter places his hands on her hips, tugging her closer to where she was pressed up against him. Leaning in closely, he places soft kisses on the curve of her neck, almost earning a shiver from her. Almost. 

“Oh, darling. I plan on it~” 

Not missing a beat, Peter digs his teeth into what he pegged to be a sweet spot. He was correct. The small, but audible moan slipped passed her lips before she could even stop herself. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, Y/n tilts her head to the side to give more access as he has his way with her neck. Her pride was slowly being consumed by lust every passing second; the amount of sexual frustration they’ve built over the years was finally crashing down tonight. 

Peter lowers his hands to the back of her thighs, picking her up with slight struggle, still in pain from the kick just moments ago. Holding her up against the door for leverage, Y/n doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his lean waist, one hand escalating to his brown locks, tugging every time he sucked a new hickey upon her skin. Soft sighs escaped her mouth, the slight taste of pleasure forcing her hips to have a mind of their own as Y/n started grinding up into his. Letting out a quiet moan of his own caught them both off guard, him pulling away from his assault on her neck to make eye contact once again. His lips now a shade of red drew Y/n’s attention easily, her eyes softening slightly. 

“You remember James’s party, back in sophomore year?” 

The question threw him off track for a moment, judging for the fact that they are pressed up against one another, so close to doing unspeakable things to each other. Deciding to humor her, he nods. 

“Barely, what of it?” 

“When we were playing seven minutes in heaven, you and I got picked together, remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember you punching me in the mouth after I kissed you, why?” He tilts his head in confusion and also irritation. He now has a boner, and here she was talking about memories??? 

“I never told you..that you were my first kiss that day. That’s why I punched you in the mouth and stormed off. I felt like you robbed me…” 

Peter’s eyes softened, his grip on her thighs as well. “Why didn’t you say anything before we were left alone?” 

“I didn’t know you were going to kiss me!” 

“What else do you do in seven minutes in heaven?!” He lets her drop to the floor, backing up slightly in aggravation. “If it was some soc guy, you would have had no problem sucking his face off!” 

“You’re right, I wouldn’t! You want to know why?” She glares, crossing her arms over her chest, popping her hip out. Oh, boy. 

“Oh, please, princess! Enlighten me, make my bloody night!” 

“Because that soc wouldn’t have pulled my skirt down in front of the whole freshman class!” 

“You’re still bitter about that? Let the shit go, it’s in the past, take a fucking joke!” He fumes, his blood boiling. “That was nearly three years ago! And don’t act like you’re miss innocent in this whole trash fire between us!” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“The sophomore varsity football game, behind the bleachers. You kissed me, running off right after. You left me to think you finally dropped your attitude with me, only to find out the next day that it was a fucking dare!” He towers over her, making her back up against the door once again, staring up at him. “A dare, Y/n! You how low do you have to be to do that to someone’s emotions? I wouldn’t even do that, because I’m not a monster!”

“You’re being over dramatic, it was just a silly dare. What did it matter to you?” 

He groans loudly, tugging at his hair. “Are you bloody stupid? For someone with a 4.0, you really are a bloody airhead! I love you, Y/n Ln, ever since I laid my eyes on you at orientation. I just had a horrible way of showing it, and that day after finding out you played me for a fool, I swore on my life that I hated your fucking guts. That the only way me and you could ever get along was to be at each other’s throats.”

“Stop it, you’re being ridiculous. It was just a kiss-”

“Do you honestly think that your first kiss was the only one robbed? After that night behind the bleachers, I thought that you would finally give me a chance, kissing you was probably the best thing about that night…after finding out that it was just for your amusement, I felt betrayed. Everything said about you socs was clear to me. You pick on those less fortunate, to make your rich asses have a laugh. And I hated you for it.” 

It was silent for a moment after his rant, once again leaving Y/n speechless. Had she really did that to him? There was no way, greasers weren’t known for feeling ‘betrayed’. It didn’t make sense…


“Run out of smart things to say? Well, since I have your attention, shall I go on? You realize that all this hate, anger, and bitterness is all because I was immature that day? The day the first words you spoke to me was that you hated me, I didn’t even know you knew my name! But, it broke me, so my only option was to return the words to you…for years. I’ve been lying to you and myself all this time and I’m tired of it. I want it to end. So please…” 

He pleads softly, trapping her further into the door, while placing both hands on her cheeks, holding her. She could’ve sworn she say tears resting at the brim of his eyes, just waiting to fall, but she was too focused on the sudden change in the color. Dark, ferocious…hungry. Leaning in to her ear slowly, he purrs something that definitely brought back the erotic atmosphere.

“Shut your goddamn mouth for once in your life, and let me fuck you.” 

When I meet you in the summer -Part 1

Summary: Working as a bartender in a five star hotel while a rich and famous family is staying over for a month, and one of their sons, Bucky, happens to have an eye for you, is a dream right? Right? Wrong!

Chapter 1: Special Guests.

Fandom: Marvel

Y/N: your name

Warnings: alcoholic parents, mentions of abuse.

Word count: 1,464

A/N: Well, I wanted to give the whole Alternative Universe thing a shot, so I came up with this series. This is the first chapter, should I continue?

Originally posted by hotmal3celebrities

Y/N’s POV:

The pool of a five star hotel is a place many would pay to be on. Actually, a lot of people do. The three different pools, plus two Jacuzzis, massaging experts, tropical cocktails and as much sunshine as you could want. Who wouldn’t love that? So yes, I could say I’m enjoying myself, even though of the facilities I listed, I only benefit from the last one.

I’m the hotel’s bartender. The new hotel’s bartender. I’ve been here for barely a week, but luckily I know my share on alcohol. My mother’s death: elliptic coma. My father, how ironic, turned into an alcoholic after that. That’s essentially my life: a bad joke. Let’s stop taking about this.

Today is an important day. Well, all days are important for our manager Scott, but apparently today is an extra important day. A really rich and famous family, of those that have their face front cover on Sunday’s gossip magazine special, are arriving today. They come to this hotel every summer for a month and are the most prestigious guests of the year. I wish I could tell you why exactly they are so famous, but while most girls of my age where screaming and freaking out about their celebrity crushes, I had better things to do. Like making sure we had enough money to eat that night, for instance.

The pool has been prepared, and all the staff instructed. I have to admit everything looks gorgeous: The plants are sorted in an exquisite combination of white and green, and give out a fresh smell that mixes with the sea’s. The private beach is accesible from here, and the sound of soft waves, brushing golden sand and dragging castaway seashells to shore, fills the otherwise silent terrace. All hammocks have clean and fluffy white towels, with the hotel’s name embroiled with gold, and the parasols are made out of wood and blend naturally with the atmosphere. The waitress is ready to take their orders, the pools are calmed and cristal clear, palm trees lean over to frame the views of the beach, the very first thing they will see when they enter. Everything is beautiful and for a second I allow myself to be the one who’s actually going to enter through that door and enjoy all the facilities. But just for a second.

“Here they come… Y/N, are you ready?” mumbles Scott, from the door of the bar. I nod silently and rub my hands on my apron in an unconscious attempt to relive stress.

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Sofia, Miniature Schnauzer (3 y/o), Urban Resource Institute (URI), NYC • URI People and Animals Living Safely (URIPALS) is NYC’s only program that allows domestic violence victims to live in a shelter apartment with their pets • “I had been abused for 18 years, and it was time to finally stop the abuse. I didn’t want my children to see it anymore. He loved the dog, but he treated us differently. When we left, we left the dog with him because we didn’t know what else to do. Eventually my brother was able to rescue her and bring her to a safe place. Since she’s been here with us we’ve been so happy with her. She was missing us and we were missing her. Emotionally it’s been so nice to have her. She makes our lives happy.”


Based on a soulmate AU prompt from this post which said:

‘you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged’


Ever since I met Agatha, I kept hoping I would wake up one day at the door to the Cloisters, unable to get past the wards even in my sleep, but it hasn’t happened. Even when we started dating in fifth year, I’d always still wake up in my own bed at the top of Mummers House. During summer breaks I used to dream about waking up to find Agatha knocking at the door of whichever home I was staying at, using the magic of soulmates to know where to find me, but she never came. I thought maybe the magic wasn’t as strong there, but that doesn’t explain why I never left my bed in my sleep the entire time I was at Watford.

So when Agatha tells me she wants to break up at the beginning of eighth year, I don’t put up much of a fight. I finally have to accept what my subconscious has been telling me all along – Agatha isn’t my soulmate.

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In reading, friendship is restored immediately to its original purity. With books there is no forced sociability. If we pass the evening with those friends—books—it’s because we really want to. When we leave them, we do so with regret and, when we have left them, there are none of those thoughts that spoil friendship: “What did they think of us?”—“Did we make a mistake and say something tactless?”—“Did they like us?”—nor is there the anxiety of being forgotten because of displacement by someone else. All such agitating thoughts expire as we enter the pure and calm friendship of reading.
—  Marcel Proust

The thing that always bothers me about this kind of angst and the resulting fandom drama is the double standard. People not holding Emma AND Killian to the SAME standard. The show is equally guilty of this.

I’ve already made my qualms about this whole thing being redundant and OOC clear. But let’s go with it. We’re dealing with two people who have decades of insecurity, are broken in heartbreaking ways, trying to come together and make a lifelong commitment. Okay. 

Mistakes are being made. On BOTH sides. People who stan one character over the other are NOT allowing their fav to make a mistake. Killian fucked up in not confiding in Emma and trying to burn his memories. Emma then gives him a speech about trust and gives back the ring. Killian then compounds his mistake (allowing his insecurity to rear its ugly head) by thinking he needs to leave to find the man Emma loves and wants to marry.

But here’s the key thing that people are missing: HE CHANGED HIS MIND. Killian wasn’t on the Nautilus to run, regardless of his earlier plan. He was there to tell his friend that he was making the RIGHT choice and going back to make things right. The ONLY reason he’s not in Storybrooke right now is because of a VILLAIN.

If you want to argue that Emma’s reaction is understandable given her walls, then you HAVE to argue that Killian’s decision to DO WHAT SHE ASKED AND FIND THE MAN SHE LOVES AGAIN is EQUALLY understandable. Killian tried to do it the WRONG way, but then decided to do it the RIGHT way. He was stopped from doing that BY A VILLAIN.

Now trapped, Killian KNOWS what Emma’s initial reaction will be. He knows her. He fully expects her to believe that he left without a word, abandoning her like everyone else. IT IS KILLING HIM. 

So based on that I understand why Emma is initially reacting this way. It hurts me, because she literally JUST gave him a speech about trust, but she has her insecurities too. She has a history of pushing people away. Put that together and we have the packing things up scene. However, I was just as upset at Killian for keeping his secret as I am at Emma for not believing in him. They are both making a mistake and NOT trusting in their TRUE LOVE. You can admit that and still love them both. It is possible.

Killian realized his error and tried to make it right at the end of the last episode. He was stopped by a villain. I FULLY expect Emma to realize HER error and try to make it right by the end of THIS episode. And no doubt, be stopped by a villain. That’s how this show works. 

He Was Found


I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.

Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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anonymous asked:

One time one of our machines caught on fire and we had to evacuate the store (obviously, I mean what else would we do?). So all the customers left except this one guy who kept trying to run back into the store every time one of my coworkers wasn't looking. We ended up having 3 people guarding the doors because he wouldn't stop making a break for it. But why are you trying to go back inSIDE A BURNING/SMOKY BUILDING IN THE FIRST PLACE???



I went back and rewatched the few scenes where Cas goes into the portal, what happens between that and when he comes out. Here’s what I noticed.

Scene 1: Castiel goes through the portal

This is the part where he comes through into the alternate dimension and walks through Sam and Dean holding his blade. Big whoop right? Nope. This is extremely important based on what I have to say next.

Castiel goes in knowing that its going to be a fruitless effort. He knows that you can’t kill Satan himself with a mere angel blade, yet he goes in there holding it. 

Before you see anything else, Sam grabs Dean and drags him out. The end.

Scene 2: Castiel does a stabby stab

Cas stabs Lucifer in the chest and Luci gives a bit of an “oof”. We already knew that wasn’t going to work. But that’s where the writers stop it. There’s nothing else there to be seen, nothing to be filmed. Then we go back to seeing Sam and Dean standing outside the portal, waiting. We don’t know how long for.

Scene 3: Castiel comes out of the portal

When he comes out of the portal, he’s pretty much immediately stabbed by Lucifer who came out behind him. Wow, so interesting, right? But hold on a second.

Based on what’s been established, we know that Castiel knew that Lucifer could not have been killed with that blade. He tried anyway, because he didn’t want to give up. BUT WE SEE NOTHING MORE THAN LUCIFER GETTING STABBED, BEFORE THEY SHOW CASTIEL COMING BACK OUT. WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SPACE BETWEEN THAT?

What, did Cas just see him possibly lying on the ground after stabbing him and just go “yea, that’ll do”? If so, he wouldn’t have just walked out and left him there. So Lucifer pretending to be a goner is off the list.

There’s no way Cas would have just left after that, because he would have known that Lucifer was still alive. 

Something else happened in there that lead to Cas just leaving Lucifer after stabbing him in the chest (which did nothing at all). 

The writers chose not to show what, but I’m sure there’s something that they’re not showing us.


thank you.

Castiel is not dead party 2k17

Holy shit the new Samurai Jack is amazing.

- The animation is just as good as the original and yet somehow even better. Depiction of light and shadow has improved, and I think the depiction of motion has improved as well. There’s more weight behind it.

- Jack having made makeshift Samurai armor out of scraps he apparently found lying around is both endearing and absolutely heartbreaking for what it represents.

- I like the fact that the writers are taking the TV-14 rating as the natural progression of the storytelling they employed in the original show, rather than just the stereotypical things you associate with a TV-14 rated animated show. It so feels like they’d have been doing this stuff in the original show if they hadn’t been constrained by the Y-7 rating. For instance, the river of the damned sequence.

- I actually like what they did with Jack’s character. Even in the original show, he had his moments of doubt, his moments when he wavered, and I don’t find it all that unbelievable that after so many years of suffering, after losing everything that would give him reason to hope, he would just be worn down into what we see in this episode. He’s not someone who goes around doing good because he has a passion for it, anymore. He’s someone who’s just going through the motions, doing good because he doesn’t really have anything else left, because it’s the only distraction he has left from his guilt and despair, and not very effective a distraction, at that. One can only hope that part of this new show will be him steadily finding hope again.

(And given the special focus on Ashi, I hope we’ll see some interesting things with her character, too.)

Riverdale Cast vs Director #5
  • Director: Okay so it's the end of the season we should all have a good grasp on your characters sexuality
  • Cast: Of course
  • Cast: *Mumbling incoherently*
  • Director: ...
  • Cast: ...
  • Director: ...
  • Cast: ...
  • Director: What was with all the jealous looks?!
  • Camila: I thought that Veronica was trying to make the love of her life jealous???
  • Lili: And I thought that Betty was jealous of Archie???
  • Madelaine: Isn't that why Cheryl left because she could watch the girl she loves dance with someone else???
  • Director: You guys play your characters as straight as circles you need to play them as straight as a ruler!
  • Director: *under breathe* Why do I even try anymore?
Restless Nights - EXO (ot9) reaction

I’ve been such kpop trash recently and I regret nothing but the fact that I never let myself get this deep before so here we goooooooo! Here’s to my first exo reaction and hopefully not my last ;)

      *NOT MY GIFS, credit to their respectful owners :)*


You would have been in bed for about five minutes when you’d hear him quietly call out your name in the dark. You’d hum in response, and respond “no” when he asked if you were awake.
“Good,” you’d hear him chuckle as he’d place his arm across your torso.
“What’s up?” You’d turn your head to face him, but when he gently tugged at your hips you’d move so that you entire body faced him.
He’d smile and say that he “just wanted to talk”. At first, you’d be a little panicked, but after you asked him what it was that he wanted to talk about, he’d give a shy smile and shrug. After a moment of silence, he’d ask something like “If, hypothetically I mean, you and I were to - hypothetically - drop everything one day and start over somewhere new, where would you want to go? Hypothetically.” You’d kind of laugh but go along with it, and within an hour you two would have gone from talking about your hypothetical new lives to what kind of candy you would be and why.

Originally posted by idk-kpop


You would have accepted earlier on that night that you likely wouldn’t get much sleep due to the accumulating stress of an ongoing project at school or work. Suho would have gone to bed about an hour earlier, telling you before he went to make sure you went to bed at a decent hour. Of course, being the caring mother boyfriend he is, he would have fought to stay awake the entire time and when the clock next to your shared bed read 1:25, he’d crawl out and find still working at the desk in your office space, hunched over pages upon pages of scribbled notes and occasionally glancing at your laptop, whose brightness burned your eyes. Part of him would want to scold you, though he totally understood and appreciated your hard work. So instead, he’d coax you into putting everything away for the night because “you’ve been working so hard,” and “it’ll still be there in the morning; you still have another couple of days to finish” “so for now let’s have some tea and grab a snack and go to bed, okay?” 

Originally posted by suhomysuho


After having slept an astounding two hours, you would wake up to go to the washroom only to realize when you came back to bed that you weren’t tired anymore, having essentially taken an unplanned power nap. You’d look next to you and see Lay sleeping peacefully, and not wanting to wake him you’d get up as quietly as you could and pad out of the room to the living room/lounge area. You’d put on the TV and start binge watching a new show, but a few episodes in you’d eventually doze off. Flashforward a few hours, and you’d wake up expecting your neck to be sore because - last you remembered - you had laid your head down on the armrest. Instead, you’d wake up to your head resting on one of your boyfriend’s thighs. He’d feel you shift and look down, smiling, before saying “good morning sleeping beauty,” and placing a kiss on your forehead. Then, he’d quickly say something about how the show was better than he thought it would be, explaining that when he woke up and came to see you, he decided to start the show from the beginning to see what could possibly be better than his cuddles  because he was curious and wanted to talk to you about it, knowing how invested you could get in fictional universes.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


You would have been trying to sleep for about 45 minutes, unable to calm your racing mind for unknown reasons, when you’d feel Baekhyun shift next to you. You’d think nothing of it, knowing full well that he was a bit of a restless sleeper, but when you heard him speaking you assumed he was awake as well. You couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, it sounded like he was jumbling his words together, so you placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly, asking what it was he was saying. When he didn’t respond, you’d call his name a little louder. You wouldn’t get the reaction you were expecting; he’d let out a little scream and nearly jump out of his skin. You’d immediately start giggling at his reaction, it having finally dawned on you that, not only had he been asleep, but that Byun Baekhyun was a sleeptalker (which was perfect teasing and pranking material). As you calmed yourself and apologized, your boyfriend murmured a long “kaebbsong” as he turned his back to you and drifted back to sleep. 

Originally posted by baekhyuntella


Giggles. All. Night. Long. It would get to the point where you don’t even know why you’re laughing anymore, you’re just in this endless cycle of him laughing because you are and vice versa. He would’ve been awake because his internal clock was messed up from all the late nights he’d been pulling recently, but would’ve come to bed to cuddle with you anyway because he’s cute like that. He’d just kinda watch you as you slept peacefully, admiring how peaceful you looked and running his fingers gently through your hair until your face twitched and he’d just lose it. He’d laugh so loudly that he may have even woken up the neighbours, but it didn’t really matter because once you got past being annoyed that he woke you up (because his laughter is contagious, let’s face it), you’d just lay there laughing at everything and anything until you’d both eventually quiet down and doze off at around 4 in the morning, with your head and a hand on his chest and one of his arms lightly draped over one of your shoulders.

Originally posted by angetae


Okay we all know he’ll wake up the boys when he can’t sleep at night, so one night he’d basically try bugging everyone in the dorm to stay up with him because he was restless but none of them were having any of it; they were all so drained and tense that they had little patience left for each other. And that’s when you’d come in: Chanyeol wouldn’t know what else to do with himself other than to text you and ask if you were still awake. As soon as you said yes, a video call request would appear on your screen and as soon as you accepted a grinning Chanyeol with bags under his eyes would appear and immediately start telling you about the exciting day he had and a new goft he received from a fan before asking about your day. You’d literally talk for hours as you did your best not to doze right off until he’d finally decide he was tired enough to sleep and thank you for “putting up with” his rambling before saying goodnight and telling you you were his favourite person.

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You would have been staying with D.O. to take care of him (despite all his protests) because he had caught a wicked cold and had absolutely zero motivation to do something for himself. It would have been the second or third night he had spent tossing and turning in bed while he knew you were in the guest bedroom (where he made you stay because even though he was your best friend and desperately craved cuddles, he didn’t want to snot all over you or get you sick). Finally, he decided to get out of bed because it truly wasn’t doing him any good, only frustrating him that he could lie there for hours and not find sleep. He’d head through the living room/lounge area to get to the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you curled up on the couch reading a book or watching TV. He’d say something like ”well you’re up late” and you’d respond with “says you” and get a small smile in response. He’d join you on the couch and either talk with you until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore or would just silently place his head on your shoulder, where he would eventually fall asleep. 

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


He wouldn’t be tired as much as he was sleepy, and sleepy Kai meant giggly and cuddly Kai. He would have come back after a performance or concert and would have been so giddy, talking your ear off about how amazing the fans were and how Baekhyun had all but made a fool of himself again when he messed up some lines or mispronounced something. He’d be really smiley and talkative, but once he noticed that you were in no way able to match his energy (though you were fully engaged in conversation and laughing along), he’d excuse himself for a moment to get changed. As soon as he’d come back wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he’d plop himself down on the couch and make grabby hands at you. You’d giggle and take a seat next to him, only to have him pout and pull you into his lap. He’d wrap his arms securely around your waist and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, a content smile playing on his lips. Before long, he’d just kinda say “okay, time for bed” and flop onto his side, loosening his grip on you only to pull the blanket off the back of the couch to cover the two of you. “Goodnight,” he’d say before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


He’d be pretty pissy because he’d be super tired and wanting to sleep really badly. Though he knew that his sleep schedule being messed up wasn’t your fault, you were the only person around and therefore fell victim to his crabbiness. Since he was tired, it was hard for him to communicate his frustrations, which frustrated him even more, but seeing you hardly react to him/sass him right back/be understanding made him feel kinda special. Even though his attitude frustrated you, you understood that he wasn’t mad at you and were trying your best to calm him as well as yourself. Eventually, as he’d finish his rant about something his hyungs did a couple of days before, you’d get up from the bed, only saying “stay here” before leaving the room. He’d be a little hurt that you left like that, but would also start worrying that he had really been rubbing you the wrong way. You’d come back a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn and a glass of water for each of you, and he’d take it all from you and set it down so that he could wrap his arms around you and thank you for putting up with his nonsense, promising he’d make up for it in the morning.

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Kinda long but I hope you liked it ^.^ please send me some requests!!

Used Pt. 5

Originally posted by nctinfo

“Who the fuck do you think you are to come into my house-”

Hansol didn’t finish what he was saying, instead he swung at Taeyong. His fist made contact with Taeyong’s cheek and caused Taeyong to fall to the floor. As you managed to process the scene before you, you yelled at Hansol to stop. Taeyong lay on the floor holding the side of his face and looked up at Hansol, evidently taken back by his unexpected action as well.

Enraged and not yet satisfied, Hansol lifted him off the floor from his shirt and slammed him on the wall, the picture frames left rattling.

“I won’t do anything else to you because we have guests. Get the fuck out of my house right now before I make a scene and get your ass fired.”

Taeyong’s eyes were fixed on the floor behind Hansol’s shoulder, a new color surfacing on his left cheek. He heaved a sigh before pushing Hansol off of him and leaving the room.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Hansol said, his back still facing you.

“No, we don’t. I want to be alone right now.”

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to. I said we need to.”

Hansol turned to face you. Suddenly, your vision was blurred due to the amount of tears clouding your eyes. You felt awful. You never wanted Hansol to see you in such a lecherous state.

“Y/N, don’t cry. I’m not going to tell mom and dad, okay?”

You sniffed as he put his arms around you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and cried against his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Han.”

He didn’t say anything. He pulled away from the hug and led you to the bed where the two of you plopped down.

“Y/N, Taeyong is using you.”

You stayed quiet and he continued to speak.

“He doesn’t feel the same way you do. He only wants to mess around with you. Y/N, don’t let him take advantage of you.”

You nodded, not because you agreed with him, nor were you planning to stop seeing Taeyong, but because you didn’t want Hansol worrying about you.

“Well I’m gonna go downstairs before mom comes looking for me. I’ll tell mom you went to sleep if she asks,” Hansol said smiling and ruffling your hair before taking his leave.

“She won’t!” you yelled as he closed the door.

“You’re right!” Hansol retorted behind the door.


You would think your brother’s sincere words would have had some effect on you. Sadly, they hadn’t. You were well aware you were being used, but you didn’t care because being with Taeyong was heaven on earth. Your love for him ran as deep as the Pacific Ocean, and you swore he cared somewhat for you. After all, why would he keep on looking for you if he didn’t?

The two of you continued your affair, or should you say, “tutoring.”


It was seven in the evening on a Tuesday night and you found yourself straddling Taeyong’s lap.

The two of you had skipped the tutoring session and were making out on the living room couch. You were on top of Taeyong, tongues intertwined. His hands slid into the back pockets of your jeans and your hands fumbled with the buttons of his pants.

You began to grind on him, already wanting to feel him inside of you.

“Is a certain kitten dying to ride my cock?” Taeyong teased, his teeth brushing your ear.

“Yes, daddy,” you responded, your focus on the revealed hardened member below you.

The precum dripping from his head only making you wetter. As you were slipping your hand into your jeans to touch yourself, Taeyong stopped you.

“Don’t you think it’d be more fun if your pants were off too, sweetheart?” he smirked, his fingers playing with the belt loops of your jeans.

You quickly got off his lap and stripped yourself of your jeans and panties. Taeyong didn’t even give you a chance to get on top of him before he roughly ceased your hips and dragged you towards him. He positioned you over his cock, and you slowly eased yourself onto his throbbing cock.

“Bounce on my cock, baby girl.”

“Yes, daddy.”

You reattached your swollen lips to his. The earlier make out session had only left you wanting more of his mouth’s sweet savory taste. His curious tongue glided over your teeth as his hips snapped up repeatedly, his cock hitting the right spot each time.

You couldn’t keep up with his pace anymore, the knot in your stomach only growing from the pleasure, so you leaned your sweaty forehead against his chest. Taeyong sped up his pounding and laid honeyed kisses on your face. As both of you neared your orgasm, your focus became warped by a distinct voice, a deep voice.

“Taeyong, how could you!” Jaehyun cried, his brown eyes glistening with tears.

“Baby-” Taeyong started, only to stop when Jaehyun ran out of the house.

You crawled off of Taeyong, startled by Jaehyun. Immediately, Taeyong dressed himself and ran outside, leaving you confused and unsure of what to do next.

After a moment of stillness, you decided it was best to sneak out the backdoor. You briskly located your clothes and dressed while gathering your things. Before you headed to the back, you peeked through the blinds to see what was going on. Your eyes spotted a very agitated Taeyong with his hands on his hips and his head hung low and a weeping Jaehyun yelling through his tears.

This did not look good. 

As you stepped back from the window, you couldn’t help but wonder what would result of this. Why did Jaehyun have to find out? What would this do to you and Taeyong’s relationship?


The next evening, you received a text from Taeyong. He wanted to meet. You knew it was serious because he hadn’t shown up to school this morning.

As you walked to Taeyong’s house, you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety eating at you. You were afraid of what’d he say. What if he wanted to end things with you..

You hesitantly knocked on his front door and heard it click seconds later. You were met with puffy eyes and sniffling.

Taeyong opened the door wider to give you entry and you carefully stepped in. As he led you to the living room, you could feel your heart pounding in your ears. You took the seat next to his, and he nervously reached for your hand. His hands were shaky on top of yours.

“Y/N,” Taeyong started.

“Jaehyun made me choose. He made me choose between you and him.”