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How to be that one girl with everything in her purse

Start with:
Medium sized bag, with easily accessible inside pockets

Add essentials (put these in the easily accessible pockets):
ID
Emergency money
Keys
Phone
Stuff people always ask for:
Tissues
Cough drops
Tampons and pads
Hair ties
Lip balm or chapstick (keep an unopened one for people to borrow)

Other useful things:
Water bottle
Snack
Pen
Napkins
Hand sanitizer
Lotion
Makeup wipes
Nail clippers
Pepper spray (check if its legal where you live)

Addicted

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Addicted


Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2k (Lyrics in italics)

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic EIGHTEEN. The line requested was,  “I get all tingly when you take control like that.” was requested by @50shadesofsubtext  It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from @faegal04 It was too good to pass up. It’s also loosely based on the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson. 

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The noises, the feeling of his tongue relentlessly jerking against, and sucking on her nub — it’s all too much. Her thighs begin to quiver, fingers curling in his hair and tugging at the roots, a devious smirk rolling onto her lips as she recalls how much he loves having a bit of pain intermix with the pleasure. He lets out an (almost) frustrated moan into her, the feeling of the little prinks of pain waving through his scalp sending blood rushing to his cock.

Fuck, the vibrations of his moans feel so good. He sends electrifying shots throughout her body as he starts sucking on her bundle of (extremely) sensitive nerves, and pumps long fingers in and out of her dripping hole.

“Fuck, Harry!” She throws her head back against the pillows, and toughens her grip on his hair. The pads of his fingers dig into her thigh as he looks up to see her coming undone, moans of his own escaping to mix with hers. His mouth doesn’t leave her slippery core as his eyes feast upon the sight.

Her chest heaves as she climbs down from her high, eyes trained on Harry’s mouth where he’s cleaning her mess off of his fingers. Lips wrapped around his digits and eyes closed, moaning because of her juices.

“Yeh taste like fucking candy.”

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 5)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: You and Dean are getting comfortable in your relationship, but Bobby isn’t giving up and causes problems for Dean at work. Later, a house fire lands Dean and Benny in some trouble.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: mild smut, language, house fire, civilians trapped inside

Lingo Guide: “Striking a box” is when a department calls for help from surrounding towns. They can strike multiple boxes, which just means they call in towns from farther and farther away. “Recalling firefighters” means they’re asking men who are off duty to come into work to help out. “Working fire” means that it’s the real deal, smoke and flames confirmed.

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EXO as your boyfriend: Chanyeol edition

Originally posted by a-bacon-and-a-happy-virus

- Will sing to you (and with you, once you become more comfortable) ALL the time. He would have written songs inspired by you long before he asked you out, and he’ll probably sing one of them to you the night he does ask you to be his girlfriend (how could you possibly say no after that??)

- Will learn to french braid your hair and will do it for you because he knows you have trouble doing it yourself (and it doesn’t kill you to have his fingers in your hair)

- Will go on pad/tampon runs for you and buy too many products because he wants to make sure you have what you need, including chocolate and pain killers and little stuffed animals that he finds adorable, just like you. He’ll also learn your cycle, to your surprise, and will take care to be extra sweet to you when its Blood Time

- Dominant as fuck, but also incredibly receptive to your needs. Will probably be very gentle with you the first time until you ask for more

- Loves talking about his future with you, the kind of house you’re gonna have, all the dogs you’re gonna adopt, your kids’ names, how he’s gonna teach them to sing and play instruments and hopes the two of you have enough children to start a family band/choir

- Has saved every single text conversation the two of you have had because even just a good morning text from you is sentimental to him

- Will be very nervous to meet your parents for the first time, especially since he’s an idol. However, his politeness, his intrinsic goodness and visible adoration of you will win over your parents and soon you’ll find them treating him like their own son

- The first time you both fight will end with one of you stalking out of the house while the other just stands there in shock and hurt. It would have been an inconsequential disagreement that somehow escalated, and you both regret it immediately. He won’t text you for a few days and you don’t text him, but at 2 AM a few nights later, he’ll show up at your door and after pausing for only a moment to take in the sight of you, he’ll sweep you into a crushing hug, one hand knotted in your hair and the other holding you against him so tightly, you feel his heartbeat through your clothes

- It’ll take him a while to say “I love you” because a) he doesn’t want to scare you off, and b) he doesn’t take relationships lightly - but once he says it, he’ll say it all the time: while you’re both in the kitchen, him tending to the meat while you chop the vegetables. While he’s singing in the shower, throwing it in randomly between EXO lyrics. When you’re fast asleep, curled against his chest and he’s looking down at you with the most tender expression.

- He’ll get jealous easily but he won’t act on it because he knows he’s your one and only…although maybe he might be a little more possessive in bed. Just in case.

- Final rating: 10/10 would recommend dating Park Chanyeol


Hello kiddos ~ I wanted to try something different, so here’s an imagine featuring the puppy-man himself. And before you all come at me, I AM AWARE this has been done before and will most likely overlap with other people’s. Let me live (out my fantasies please I am a mess bye)

and I say, it's all right

“Magnus! Alec!”

The world is dark when Magnus’ eyes fly open, but far from pitch black - he can make out the shapes of the furniture around the room in the faint watery light coming through the curtains. He swallows, mind disoriented, and blinks aggressively to wake up faster. He reaches out to his wards to check for intruders, but when nothing seems to have happened, the voice that urgently called out finally registers as a person.

“It’s Madzie.” Alec mumbles from his side of the bed, clearly much less awake than Magnus, settled on his stomach with his face still half-buried in his pillow and clearly disgruntled to be woken up way before his actual alarm.

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CS ff: “Wait for the Moonrise” (1/10) (au)

Summary:  Emma doesn’t remember who she was before she was found in the woods, but she knows that she has a few close friends, a good job, and a loyal cat that greets her every day when she gets home from work. What she doesn’t know, however, is that her past is about to catch up to her in the strangest of ways. She learns quickly that not everything is as it seems, not even her cat.  
Rating: E
Content warnings: smutty smut (sorry, not this chapter), brief mentions of the loss of a hand
Chapter specific content warnings: None
A/N: Oh man, where do I start? With thanks, of course. To @clockadile​ for the absolutely beautiful artwork that I can’t believe goes with my story. To @captainstudmuffin​ for the intense beta work and idea bounces and listening at every turn. To @phiralovesloki for the guidance and the love and more hand-holding than I should’ve ever subjected you to, but still you helped. (Edit: I AM THE WORST and forgot to thank @sambethe for her wonderful feedback, which also helped me shape scenes to be better than they were!) Without you all, this story would not be here. I’ve got nothing else. Enjoy!
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The first day that Emma Swan remembers, she is barefoot, in nothing but a cotton nightgown that looks straight out of another world, and she is freezing. Her hair is icing over, the wet tendrils hardening in the frigid weather, and she’s vaguely aware that she should be worried about her toes, her fingers, any of the exposed flesh that keeps getting colder by the minute. Instead, she focuses on putting one foot in front of the other, trying to push away the pain that shoots through each foot as she breaks twigs and finds sharp stones with her nearly-numb soles.

She stumbles over a root, crying out as she falls to the mud, her hands sinking into the nearly-frozen earth as a sob wracks through her body. Icy water seeps into the cotton under her knees, and it is tempting, so very tempting, to fall the rest of the way, to curl up in the fallen leaves she spies to her left below a sprawling tree, and let the elements take her away from the pain and confusion she’s drowning in.

Emma Swan does not, in fact, know that she is Emma Swan. She knows that she is a woman, she is lost in a forest, she is in danger of frostbite, and she is losing hope fast as the daylight sinks closer and closer towards the horizon.

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anonymous asked:

Hey babe! Can you maybe do a blurb where Y/N is a virgin and it's her first time with Harry? Thanks!

ALRIGHTY FINISHED THANKS FOR THE REQUEST SWEETCHEEKS :D x

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Harry knew it was her first time– that she trusts him enough to be her first. He knew that she was nervous and anxious by the way she was trembling and her hands were shaking. Her lower lip quivered slightly, but the fire that burned in her eyes told him that she was ready– that she wanted it more than he did. That she was fully prepared to give herself up to him because she loved him and he loved her– fuck, he loved her so much.

And so he did what she was begging him to do as she fumbled with the buckle of his leather belt and tugged frantically at the denim fabric of his skinny jeans– he took her.

Harry had prepped her, of course. He’d kissed his way down her figure, allowing the tips of his fingers to coast lightly along the roads of her body. Along the valley of her chest, the curve of her hips, and down her flushed legs.

He lay suckling kisses down her soft stomach, gazing up at her through his lashes to make sure she was alright with everything he was doing. He traced random designs on the supple, fleshy skin of her thighs, touching his lips to it and biting down gently. Harry had eased her underwear down and off her warm, shivering body and kept full eye contact as he had spread her open, his eyes shimmering with captivating affection and hungry arousal.

Loud cries of ecstasy echoed off of the tan walls as wet sounds pierced the air, Y/N’s hand wound hard into Harry’s damp curls as he had pushed himself into full throttle, working her over with his lips.

His large hands encased her inner thighs, pulling her closer and spreading her wider. His head bobbed in rhythm with his tongue as it prodded around her center, her sweet taste making a gurgled moan escape his throat as his hips bucked against the mattress in a futile attempt to satisfy his growing need. He’d used his index and middle finger to take hold of the hood of her heat, exposing her fully. He’d touched and licked every single nock and cranny, encompassing her entirely and sucking with a rough, endless craving.

She’d come– hard– her excitement flooding Harry’s tongue and sliding down his chin as he had pulled back, wiping at his mouth with a satisfied smile. Her body was quaking as it tried to recover from the exotic attack, beads of sweat running down her temples and neck.

Soon enough they were a mess of tangled limbs, damp slaps resonating from where their bodies connected. Harry has her wrapped in his embrace, his forearms propped under her back so he can cradle her as close as possible because he knows that she needs to feel closer to him now more than ever. Y/N’s legs are wrapped around his lower back, locking him against her in a silent plea for him not to stop.

His thrusts are slow and patient; deep and passionate. He wants her to feel as good as he can make her feel, everything being purely about her and her fulfillment of pleasure. They are both covered in soft blankets and the sheets are a mess, clutched in Y/N’s fists like a life-line. He brushes his lips to her’s tenderly, his tongue lazily gliding into her hot mouth and he swallows down the untamed screams that rip from her throat, feeling them expanding in his chest. At one point she attempts to rut against him to reach relief faster, but he quickly, in a gentle manner, pins her sweaty back against the damp, silken sheets, shaking his head almost desperately. 

“Baby– oh–” he chokes on a moan as he feels her give a spastic clench around his cock, his eyelids flittering. Harry’s forehead plops onto the tinted flesh of her left shoulder, his abdomen tightening with blissful gripe. “S-Slow, sweetheart– want it to last…”

A few minutes pass of the drunken, sloppy thrusting and his lips are sucking and nibbling her neck raw, small murmurs of encouragement hanging in the electrified air between them as he begins to speed up his movements a bit, rocking their bodies back and forth against the king-sized bed.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He whispers to her as he presses his nose against the dip of her jaw, panting. “Gonna make you come again, yeah? You’re all nice and warm for me, darling. S-So fucking warm– Christ.

Harry’s voice cracks at the end of his sentence, a silent sob racking his body as he feels her contract around him again, all tight and so fucking slick. She’s driving him bloody insane, her broken whimpers of his name hitting him square in the stomach like a punch and he can feel his engorged cock twitching.

“Such a good girl, Y/N.” He threads his fingers through her sweaty strands of hair, digging the pads into her scalp as his knees shift, giving him a better angle to drive himself further inside her. Her breath lodges in her throat, eyes shutting tight as she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. “S-So good.”

Harry…” Her voice is clouded with lust and desperation, her hands clawing at the dimples along his back as if she were trying to tear him apart.

“I’m here, love. Daddy’s got you. Gonna take good care of his baby girl, yeah?” His voice is a throaty croak that’s cut off by a carnal groan, his balls throbbing and his tip brushing against one of her walls. “Gonna– make you come all over me. God– you feel so fucking incredible…

Y/N’s back arches off the bed and she lets out a cry so sexually tortured that it makes Harry shutter. He can feel how she’s spasming around his prick, her legs thrashing in uncontrolled rapture. “Please, Harry, please…

Harry dips his head into the junction of her shoulder and bites at the sensitive, rosy skin and she comes undone, yanking at his hair so hard it sends spikes of pain shooting across his brain.

“That’s it, petal.” Harry heaves, feeling himself tipping over the ledge that holds him back from falling into his release. “That’s right, come for Daddy, angel, come for me.

hearts don’t break around here

for the kindest soul I have met recently, I’m glad you exist @captofthesswolfstar It’s a bit messy but it’s fluffy.


It wasn’t a scene someone would be used to, a big shaggy dog messing around with a deer while a rat was munching on the cheese right in front of a tall lanky boy. The sandy haired boy didn’t seem bothered by the rat, he even smiled at him occasionally as he let the sun roam on his scarred skin. He looked broken but every piece was somewhere around him, not completely lost but not completely found. 

As the black dog slowly lied in front of him, he started patting his head absentmindedly and his long fingers made their way on their own scratching that one spot behind the dog’s ear. The black dog slowly morphed into a gorgeous man but he kept laying down, his eyes on the boy with questioning eyes.

“Say, Remus…”

“Mm-hmm,”

“What will happen in 10 years?”

“I don’t know Pads,” replied Remus lazily, it had been a week since the last full moon and his eyes couldn’t fight the beauty of the warmth that radiated from the sun. “I can’t imagine my life after the next full moon, don’t ask me to see that far into the future.”

“Do you think, maybe, we’d still be together?”

Remus suddenly sat upright, it was an unexpected question and a rude one.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily.

“No, no,” said Sirius as he pushed himself up to stare the werewolf in the eyes. “You got me wrong, I’m just– I just feel like I have the potential to royally fuck up what we have and I– well, I’m scared.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night and I thought about the future until 4 am,” explained Sirius. “I realised I would give anything to have you with me every step of the way and I don’t know why I asked you, I guess–”

“You were being you,” cut off Remus grinning. “Of course we are going to be together in 10 years.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one else would deal with your 50 minute hair ritual Pads and because no one would love me the way you do,” he smiled bitterly.

“But of course they would,” began Sirius as he intertwined his fingers with Remus’. “I bet there are loads of other people who will love you better than I do.”

“And who told you that?” he asked trying to lift Sirius’ gaze from the grass to his face. “You are just assuming things, as you do.”

“It’s just that with this ‘war’ going on around us,” said Sirius as he pulled few grass, “I feel like I’m bound to go bad.”

Sirius,” scolded Remus softly. “You are not a bad person, you are a good person who bad things have happened to. Just because your mother is a maniac does not mean that you will go bad.”

Sirius tried to reply but Remus raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

“I mean James would probably die before he lets you go to the other side,” he laughed. “But jokes aside, I trust you Sirius and I hope you value my trust enough not to break it.”

“Of course I do,” replied Sirius sounding a little offended. He lied back down his head on Remus’ lap as the amber eyed boy twirled his fingers in Sirius’ pitch black hair. “As long as you guys are here, I’m here, too. I would never leave you alone.” 

“I don’t know if we can get married but–”

“We don’t have to,” mumbled Sirius. “We’ll get a small place, I’ll become an auror like I always wanted to and you’ll work at Hogwarts as a defense against the dark arts teacher or something.”

“I always thought you would make an amazing healer,” suggested Remus, his eyes fixed on the rat walking on the deer. “You are the reason I don’t scar like I used to.”

“Those are just potions and–”

“My mum uses the same potions Pads, you are talented,” Remus assured him. Sirius’ grey eyes shone warmer under the sunlight, kind and welcoming. “Just think about it, it’s a suggestion.”

“I will,” replied Sirius as his lip curled up. He grabbed the free hand of Remus and kissed each bruised knuckle. Maybe the werewolf was right, he could help a lot of people, maybe find the redemption he had been looking for his family’s sins. “How is it that you see the best in me all the bloody time?”

“You are dating me and you talk about seeing the best in someone, have you seen me at a full moon?”

They both started laughing, it had taken a good time but Remus was now joking about the furry little problem of his. 

“I have,” said Sirius after he caught his breath. “I wouldn’t change anything about you if they gave me the world and you know that.”

“Because you are weird Sirius Black,” said Remus as he shook his head.

“Imperfect is perfect,” he replied with a smirk and the deer morphed back into a tall messy haired boy and caught the rat with his fast reflexes.

“Trying to run away Wormy? I know the lovebirds are boring as fuck,” teased James and Sirius replied by blowing a raspberry. 

“Sod off, Potter,” said Remus, he had a mischievous smile on his face. “How’s it going with Lily, anyways?”

“I hate you,” he answered as he let go of the rat who was struggling to get away. “Oh, hi there Petey.”

“’Hi there Petey’” mocked Peter, making a pretty good imitation of James. “Really you guys seemed so serio– umm, deep in conversation?”

“We were discussing how long it will take for Prongs to ask Evans out,” lied Sirius, just to mess with James. “We have a bet going on.”

“I’m sorry, you wanker,” he snapped. “Didn’t it take you two to come to terms with your fucking feelings– what was it Petey?”

“16 months.”

“Yeah, thanks- sixteen bloody months,” continued James. Remus snorted as Sirius bit his lip trying not to laugh. Peter was just staring from James to Sirius, trying to understand when he will have to hold James back from attacking Sirius. “I rue the day you guys got together.”

“There, there Prongs,” consoled Remus. “I’m sure you and Lily will have small Potters running around in no time.”

The boys all laughed at this snark remark from the werewolf and Sirius kept drawing in his palm with his finger. Ten years looked so far in the future but somehow now it wasn’t as hard to imagine as it was last night at 3.30 am. Sirius wouldn’t have imagined his future as he does now four years ago but he let the warmth take over as he stared at the shining eyes of Remus and his small scar on his left cheek. Imperfect was completely perfect. 

damnstraightthesparksfly  asked:

what about her wardrobe is gay? genuinely curious what this means... i'm this close to tweeting @bijerogers for confirmation haha

Emily Prentiss’ wardrobe is like the perfect example you’d pick if you were making a textbook and needed photos to explain the futch gay aesthetic like

I come armed with much photographic evidence;

Exhibit A

 All the way back in season 2!!! peak Futch suit going on here (this is her 7th episode… and she wears futch outfits before this but honestly this is peak™ so i used this one instead)

Exhibit B

The in name and blood combat pants, military boots and… feminine pink sweater shirt! Which unfortunately bit the dust at the hands of a block of wood aimed at Emily’s head. RIP pretty pink blood covered sweater, i loved u 

Exhibit C

A  bootcut jeans and vaguely masculine rain coat look, for the Aesthetic rainy night and damp Emily we were treated to to signify her inner sadness and turmoil. 

Exhibit D

(Yes i am going through the seasons b/c i can) We have the Mosely lane, very tight turtle neck, horrifying hair do, leather elbow pads, side belt buckle, and damn if her lanyard doesn’t match the black cat futch aesthetic we have going on here.

Exhibit E

basically more of the same from s6 except with a blazer and possibly even more wtf were u thinkin’ hair do. And them latex gloves. 

Exhibit F

I have no comment but damn this is a LOOK that somehow the blood spray does not dampen

Exhibit G

Okay, Yes, this is also season seven, but, in my defense, this is the moment emily hits peak gay in the whole show. Like… Really. This is it. Doesn’t get gayer. I’m in love. 

Sub-Exhibit A)

she sits like this often, btw, it’s not uncommon, it would just take a long time to hunt down all the caps of it

Sub-exhibit B

This one is from last night’s ep. Cant stop this. Please don’t stop this. 

Exhibit H

This girl has a camo print sweater just for using at the gun range like… really

Ehibit I

uhuh, 

Sub Exhibit A

Emily’s tan espionage colour scheme (seriously, every time her spy life is referenced she’s in beige and white, look it up) makes this look gayer tbh she has high waisted wide cut tan pants. Girl. She kinda looks like the lesbian version of Van Pelt from Jumanji in this getup. But like, much much hotter. 

and lastly. because you cannot make this shit up, a gem from S12 that may or may not be a gay marriage officiated by a cop (and may or may not be a conspiracy on behalf of the whole cm crew to make Emily appear as gay as possible without breaking the CBS imposed rule that Emily cannot be gay)

Seriously. Really. 


Here endeth the ‘does the cm wardrobe department deliberately make emily look really gay or is it just a happy accident’ post. I spent like an hour tracking down all those caps. 

American Ways - Sirius Black x Reader

Request : @claireisreallynotonfire  hello my dear!!! could you do a sirius x reader where the reader is a transfer from ilvermorny in like the 6th year and immediately hits it off with the marauders. and sirius is infatuated with her, always calling her pet names, flirting, hugging, and touching and stuff. and reader just thinks it’s a joke but one day sirius gets mad bc she’s not taking him seriously ( lol pun ) and they end up together bc i really need some fluff with a teaspoon of angst. thanks love
Warnings: My English? Language (always lol). Late night, crappy writing.  The image isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner. Also, I am so sorry for making you wait this long but the new semester has already taken a toll on me. 
Word Count: 1848
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It was one thing being the new student but it was completely another thing being the center of attention. It felt weird and… you kind of felt like you were an exhibit when people would stare or point at you. Yeah, okay, maybe you were the ‘American girl’ and yes, you had an accent and blah blah, but you hoped that after a day or two, they would leave you alone. You were being bombarded with questions about Ilvermorny, about your country, about the male population and so on. Well, that happened until four boys had walked on you and literally grabbed your arms and dragged you all the way to the Gryffindor common room. You were about to protest when you realized that they were doing you a favor. You had grown tired of answering the same questions and being looked at… strangely. So, you never really complained. When they finally let go, you just smiled and greeted them.
“Hello, boys. Thanks for the rescue” you simply said. They didn’t expect that-far from it, actually.
That’s when you became a ‘gang’ as you named it. They were punks and jerks but they were amazing people and really funny. You had no idea why you hit it off so fast but it felt natural. James was the love-struck one, with his hazel eyes and his messy black hair. Lily-pad, Lily-flower and so on, the poor girl must suffer from those awful nicknames. Remus was the ‘dad’; he was a bit more mature and poised but you could see the mischief in his soft caramel eyes. Peter was the little guy, blushing and being quieter than the others, but he was a Marauder after all. And then, it was Sirius. That guy didn’t know how to talk to a girl without flirting with her. His gray eyes would roam the girl’s body, he would be touchy as fuck when he wanted something, he would use cheesy pickup lines and he would always find a reason to pull off his shirt. He had a nice body, yes, you weren’t blind… you could see it. But it was ridiculous how many times he pulled that damn shirt off. In the brief week, you knew them, it must have been ten times already-and the week wasn’t over yet.  


It was official. Sirius Black was the biggest flirt you had ever known. The guy would flirt with you without hesitation, he would call you names, be touchy even clingy. And today was no exception.
You were able to stroll around the castle without getting lost like the first weeks. After all, it was almost Christmas. You had to admit that Hogwarts was breathtaking covered in snow. Everything seemed so magical, so serene and so otherworldly. Ilvermorny might held your mind- your friends were there, your ex-boyfriend, your beloved teachers- but Hogwarts stole your heart. You had made more friends than you could believe. Lily was a Muggle-born, as they called them, but she was the brightest witch of her age and uncommonly kind. That last trait seemed to vanish every time James was around, though. She had admitted that she liked him a lot but she could never agree on a date if he was going to ask her three or more times a day. It was infuriating. You had helped James a lot and for that he was grateful. You had told him to leave her be for a while. It was tough for him and you couldn’t help but chuckle every time he opened his mouth only to close it again and walk away. Lily thought it was strange but she missed his crazy ways-and that’s when you played cupid and informed James. And they had the most romantic date ever. Not thanks to him but thanks to you and strangely enough, Sirius. He could be romantic when he wanted to. But that was a very rare sight to witness.
Remus was probably the one you were closest with. He was so kind and sweet but he could be cocky and sarcastic that he could out throne Sirius himself. You had put two and two together relatively easy but you didn’t care. If anything, you wanted to help him in any way you could but you were going to let him tell you, whenever he felt like he could trust you enough to do so. You were in the Great Hall, eating breakfast-well, you were drinking a cappuccino(Dumbledore’s courtesy)- with Remus while you were waiting for the other three troublemakers to appear. It was a cold, breezy morning, but it felt so refreshing you didn’t mind wearing two jumpers. It was just a day before the full moon and he was worn out already but he had his nose stuck in a book, nevertheless. You placed a chocolate bar in front of him and he caught the action as he looked worriedly at you.
“Eat. You’ll feel better, Moony” you said, emphasizing his nickname. He was smart and he got it immediately. A relaxed smile was plastered onto his lips as he understood that you weren’t going to go anywhere.
“Hello, beautiful” a silky voice greeted you. You didn’t really want to admit it but you were smitten. You truly liked him. You liked his steely gray eyes, his aristocratic features, his tousled dark, long locks, his toned torso and his delicate hands. But most importantly, you liked the real him. Not the flirtatious, cocky jerk but the one you had the pleasure of meeting one very cold and lonely night. You couldn’t sleep and you were sitting by the common room’s fireplace. That night you had seen the real Sirius. The one behind the façade and the masks. The one who suffered the effects of insomnia because of his past, the one who was always too scared that he would lose his friends. That Sirius spoke to your heart. And you found yourself falling… hard.
“Hello, handsome” you greeted back with a playful smile. That was just his thing. He would flirt with you but you never thought he meant it. Like, how could he? You had accepted the fact that you didn’t really stand a chance with him. He was out of your league. He could have any girl he wanted and of course, you weren’t one of them. He just played with you-not in a bad way, but still. It was just a game. You couldn’t resist, though. You had to play as well.
He sat next to you, his hand resting on your knee and his mouth forming a devilish smirk. He kept his eyes fixed on you until you felt uncomfortable.
“You’re staring” you commented, hoping that he will stop playing the damn game.
“I’m gazing” he retorted nonchalantly, as he drew patterns with his fingers on your thigh. He had to stop.
“It’s creepy” you tried to sound stern but you failed miserably. You smiled and shrugged it off as he whispered under his breath, something you couldn’t possibly believe you had heard correctly.
“It’s romantic”. Yeah, you had probably heard wrong.

You continued ignoring him and his flirty ways for a couple of hours. You had to give it to him. He had upped his game. Today, he was extra touchy, extra flirty, extra huggy, extra clingy, extra…
You tried to make it to your next class in time, he had to carry your books. You tried to eat lunch, he had to pile up your plate. You had forgotten your quill, he had to give you his. Somebody tried to flirt with you, he had to smack your bum- that was the final hit.
You were alone in the common room, as it was already after midnight, trying to study. James had fallen asleep holding Lily, Peter was all cuddly with Mary and Remus… well, Remus was actually studying. But you didn’t miss the side looks he was giving you.  
When that guy had come up and told you that you looked very beautiful in that jumper, all hell had broken loose. Sirius marked you- yes, he did- as his when you weren’t and you didn’t even have a chance. Once the guy left and you were among friends, you snapped at him and scowled him, waking up the sleepy heads.
“How thick can you get?” you questioned angrily but from the looks of it, he was a bit angrier. He stood up abruptly, while the rest of your friends were trying to pretend that they didn’t exist.
“How thick can I get? How dense can you be?” he spat at you, his silver eyes twinkling with madness and… desperation?
“You know what? Screw it! I don’t want to play your little games anymore, I am so done. I don’t like that you are making a fool out of me every time you are all flirty when you don’t mean it in the first place” you practically screamed at him. His cheeks were red with anger and his pupils dilatated.
“You are crazy! You are insane if you think I just flirt with you so I can play. You are delusional if you believe that I am not absolutely infatuated with you and your American ways. You are just stupid if you think that I am playing. I am so fucking in love with you and it scares the shit out of me because I have never- EVER- fallen in love before and I have no idea how to deal with all those damn butterflies- YES, you gave me butterflies, and my stomach flips every time I see you and I-”
You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close, crashing your lips to his with force. He finally shut it. His hands were wrapped around your waist immediately as he deepened the kiss, biting your bottom lip hard, demanding permission to explore your mouth. Exactly before a moan could escape your mouth, people were fake coughing to make you realize that you weren’t alone. You pulled apart but he didn’t let go.
“So, you like my American ways?” you asked softly as you made eye contact with him. He smiled brightly yet seductively and he kissed your cheek.
“I do. You know what else I like? Your sweet American ass” he said loud enough for everyone to hear, as his hands slipped down to your bum.  James laughed but Lily called him a perv. You just blushed but you couldn’t really believe that you had kissed him and that he had never played with you. He was being honest and he was showing you all the affection in the world. You had to make it up to him.
“Maybe we can continue in my dorm?” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily, making you chuckle at his childish action, when three, big, fat, loud no’s were heard. You turned and witnessed three frightened faces looking at you with utter terror.
You found yourself laughing along with Sirius and Lily.
Yes, Hogwarts had stolen your heart for sure. And you couldn’t love it more


tags: @orionsirivsblack @kapolisradomthoughts @nadinissavage 

the-fault-in-our-marks  asked:

Ughhhh you wonderful person with your adorable fics that make me so happy and yet sad because the show will probably never have so many beautiful and tender bughead moments!!! P.s- if you're still taking prompts, could you maybe write one where Jughead is the one who surprises Betty on her birthday?

Hey! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to do this prompt. I hope you like it!


Betty’s Birthday


Betty Cooper stretched in bed, the afternoon sunshine filtering through her window. Today was her birthday. She could smell coffee and bacon downstairs - the best way to wake up, in her opinion. She sat up and yawned, reaching to get her phone to check the time - she had definitely slept in.

There was a folded piece of paper sitting next to her phone, her name in thick, bold writing on the outside. Betty smiled as she recognized her boyfriend’s writing. She snatched it up quickly.

Happy Birthday, Sunshine. Go have a great breakfast with your family - then, follow these clues to figure out your birthday surprise. See you soon.

Love, Jughead

Betty smiled excitedly and flipped the piece of paper over, looking for her first clue. Nothing.

She climbed out of bed and slipped her feet into her bunny slippers, yawning once more as she did so.

She ran her hands through her tangled hair as she padded out of her room and down the stairs.

There were colorful balloons around the dining room table, a wrapped box in the center.

Alice walked into the dining room with a plate of bacon in her hand. “Elizabeth! You’re finally awake!” She smiled. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks, Mom.” Betty smiled.

Alice set the plate down and pulled Betty into her arms. “Sit, Betty, eat. The waffles are ready.” 

Betty ate her afternoon “breakfast” quickly, enjoying every bite. Her mother only ever made her famous Black Forrest Waffles on special occasions.

She opened her present, then helped Alice bring the dishes into the kitchen.

“Jughead,” Alice said, announciating every letter. “Asked me to give this to you.” She pulled a folded piece of paper out of her back pocket and handed it to Betty.

Betty’s eyes lit up when she saw it - her first clue, she was sure of it. “Thank you, Mom. I’ll be back in a minute.” She said, turning on her heel to retreat back to her bedroom.

Betty smiled as she unfolded the note.

Grab your favorite movie and here’s where you’ll see -

A clue to bring you closer to me

Betty smiled and padded over to her closet, pulling out a drawer filled with BluRays. She grabbed the first one, and cracked open the case - nothing. She flipped it over, checking the back cover - still nothing. She carefully pulled the disk out of it’s slot and there, folded small, was her next note.

Go to the place that makes you bold;

A place where endless tales are told.



After she took the time to shower and get dressed, and argue with her mother why she was leaving the house on her birthday, Betty was on her way. It took her exactly 19 minutes to walk from her house to the school. The front doors were kept unlocked on Saturdays with a patrol guard monitoring the halls.

She slipped the key for the Blue and Gold’s office out of her wallet and turned it in the lock. The fluorescent light buzzed when she flicked on the light switch, filling the room with an off-white glow. She went to her desk first, looking for a folded piece of paper.

Nothing.

Betty opened the drawers in her desk, but there was no paper there, either. She started to open each one more frantically. Nothing.

She looked over at Jughead’s workspace, too, but his had been wiped clean. Had she picked the wrong place?

She took out the paper once more and read it over. She sighed audibly as she refolded the paper and tucked it carefully inside her jeans.

Betty looked around the room once more, sure that she picked the wrong place, when she saw a piece of paper left in the printer - they never left jobs in the paper tray.

She smiled excitedly, and bounced over to the machine.

Now that you’ve solved your first clue, you can be on to number two.

The next place that you’ll have to stop is at our favorite local Shoppe.

If you’re unsure of what to do, he will give you your final clue.

Betty squealed in delight at her latest clue - this one was easy- her destination was Pop’s. She smiled, folded the clue and placed it in her back pocket.


“Heya Pop,” Betty said as she closed the door behind her. The sun was setting, casting a glow into the small diner.

“Miss Cooper,” Pop smiled. “I’ve been expecting you,” He wiped his hands on a dish towel and threw it over his shoulder.

“Have I been long?” Betty asked quietly.

“Oh, no, Miss Cooper. I’ve known about this for weeks now, that’s all. I believe you’re looking for this.” He smiled and offered her a piece of folded paper on a tray.

She took it gingerly off the tray and unfolded the note.

This is the last leg of your chase - come to our favorite place.

I beg you, don’t be late - you can meet me here by eight.

Betty sighed contently as she finished reading. She smiled and folded the note, sticking it in her pocket with the rest of the clues.

“Thanks, Pop.”

“My pleasure, Miss Cooper. I was told to give these to you,” Pop handed Betty two milkshakes, one Strawberry and one Oreo Peanut Butter.

Betty took them, thanked Pop once more, and walked the short distance toward Sweet Water River.


Betty stepped carefully through the grass, heading toward the forest when she saw it - Jughead had parked his fathers truck in the middle of the field.

He was sitting on the grass, a plaid blanket spread before him. He closed containers of food around him, battery-operated twinkle lights strung between the car and the picnic blanket.

There were tons of blankets and pillows in the cab of the truck, and soft music playing, although Betty couldn’t tell where it was coming from - the truck was off.

“Wow,” Betty murmured as she walked over to Jughead, the twilight casting a glow behind him.


The sun had set, their meal was eaten, the milkshakes long gone. They were lying in the back of F.P.’s truck, pillows piled behind them. This was the coziest Betty had ever been.

“That’s Ursa Major,” Jughead pointed towards a connection of stars.

“I can never see these from my house,” Betty murmured. “It’s so beautiful out here.”

“I know. I’ve never quite appreciated them so much before. See that one?” He pointed again. “That’s Corona Borealis.”

“I didn’t know you knew so much about stars, Juggie.” Betty smiled and squeezed his hand tighter.

“I didn’t until recently.” He mused.

“What made you start?”

“You did. They remind me of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re beautiful and mysterious and hope-inspiring and ethereal.”

“Juggie…” Betty propped herself up on her elbow so she could face him. “That’s one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever said to me.” She enveloped his mouth with her own.

Jughead smiled as Betty laid back down beside him. “You see that star?” He asked.

“Yeah, what’s that one? It’s bright.”

“That’s the Elizabeth Cooper.”

“What?” Betty smiled, confused.

“I had it named for you. Happy birthday, Betty.”

Tug and Pull

For Saxxy’s July Writing Challenge! @saxxxology Also included is the prompt: Hair Pulling for this girls B-day challenge @spectaculacular-sammy (Happy belated birthday gorgeous - I hope you like it XO!!)

  • Prompt: Hand job
  • Pairing: Sam x Female Reader, Dean
  • Warnings: NSFW, hand job, hair tugging/pulling,  fingering (female receiving), little bit of swearing, PWP-ish, just a tad bit of plot there
  • Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: During research a head massage can be so relieving. 

A/N: Thank you to my beautiful friend @oriona75 for beta-ing for me! And also this other beauty for title assistance! @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid
Tags are at the bottom. If you don’t want to be included I will not be offended, I promise :D
I love all of your comments and reactions I receive when I post. I seriously love you all so much! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this. My Sam smut cherry has been popped ;) Woo!


Originally posted by heytheredeann


“So I’m thinking we have two possibilities here for this case,” Sam started, as his thumb scrolled up through an article he found.

You swung your legs to the floor sitting up from the spot against the back door you were leaning against as you also searched possibilities on your phone. You leaned forward resting your chin on his shoulder to look at what he had found. “I think I found something too.”

He smiled tilting his head to the side, resting it against yours. “Well it looks like Mr. Jenkins either has a heavy kink for things that go bump in the night, or he’s another victim of mind control.”

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EXO as your boyfriend: Chanyeol edition

Originally posted by a-bacon-and-a-happy-virus

- Will sing to you (and with you, once you become more comfortable) ALL the time. He would have written songs inspired by you long before he asked you out, and he’ll probably sing one of them to you the night he does ask you to be his girlfriend (how could you possibly say no after that??)

- Will learn to french braid your hair and will do it for you because he knows you have trouble doing it yourself (and it doesn’t kill you to have his fingers in your hair)

- Will go on pad/tampon runs for you and buy too many products because he wants to make sure you have what you need, including chocolate and pain killers and little stuffed animals that he finds adorable, just like you. He’ll also learn your cycle, to your surprise, and will take care to be extra sweet to you when its Blood Time

- Dominant as fuck, but also incredibly receptive to your needs. Will probably be very gentle with you the first time until you ask for more

- Loves talking about his future with you, the kind of house you’re gonna have, all the dogs you’re gonna adopt, your kids’ names, how he’s gonna teach them to sing and play instruments and hopes the two of you have enough children to start a family band/choir

- Has saved every single text conversation the two of you have had because even just a good morning text from you is sentimental to him

- Will be very nervous to meet your parents for the first time, especially since he’s an idol. However, his politeness, his intrinsic goodness and visible adoration of you will win over your parents and soon you’ll find them treating him like their own son

- The first time you both fight will end with one of you stalking out of the house while the other just stands there in shock and hurt. It would have been an inconsequential disagreement that somehow escalated, and you both regret it immediately. He won’t text you for a few days and you don’t text him, but at 2 AM a few nights later, he’ll show up at your door and after pausing for only a moment to take in the sight of you, he’ll sweep you into a crushing hug, one hand knotted in your hair and the other holding you against him so tightly, you feel his heartbeat through your clothes

- It’ll take him a while to say “I love you” because a) he doesn’t want to scare you off, and b) he doesn’t take relationships lightly - but once he says it, he’ll say it all the time: while you’re both in the kitchen, him tending to the meat while you chop the vegetables. While he’s singing in the shower, throwing it in randomly between EXO lyrics. When you’re fast asleep, curled against his chest and he’s looking down at you with the most tender expression.

- He’ll get jealous easily but he won’t act on it because he knows he’s your one and only…although maybe he might be a little more possessive in bed. Just in case.

- Final rating: 10/10 would recommend dating Park Chanyeol


Hello kiddos ~ I wanted to try something different, so here’s an imagine featuring the puppy-man himself. And before you all come at me, I AM AWARE this has been done before and will most likely overlap with other people’s. Let me live (out my fantasies please I am a mess bye)

King’s Crown Bar (Ch. 4)

Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3

Bughead Smut


After Betty and Jughead laid in bed for a few minutes, their breathing eventually returning to normal. Jughead swung his legs out from the covers and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Betty asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“To get us some water.”

“Like that?” She smirked. A thin sheet was pulled over her body.

Jughead shrugged. “My roommate isn’t home right now.”

“Good,” Betty sighed.

Jughead turned and cocked his eyebrow.

“Nevermind, it’s a long story. Let’s just say we know each other.”

Jughead’s nose crinkled. “Just how well?”

“Oh, god, not like that. He’s like my-was, he was like my brother.”

Jughead nodded and left the room, coming back a moment later with two bottles of water. He tossed one to her. “Rehydrate, you’re going to need it.” He smirked.

Betty took a long sip, then pressed the cold bottle against her heated skin.  "Come here,“ She murmured. She sat up, letting the thing sheet fall to her lap, revealing her breasts.

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FLUTTERS:  A Mature Ed Sheeran Fanfic Request *REPOST*

Authors Note: I’ve been debating whether or not to repost my Ed Fics for all the new followers I’ve/we’ve been lucky enough to accumulate, so, HERE WE GO!  I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk, so hopefully getting my stories back out there will help jumpstart the creative juices!  I’ll post over the next few nights, so as not to inundate anyone’s timeline!  This one is probably the one I love the most! <3  Any and all feedback/reblogs/etc would be amazing!  Love you guys! 

FLUTTERS:  NC-17 for SexyTimes 

“Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it’s bobsled time!  COOL RUNNINGS!”

You cannot help but crack up at the childish enthusiasm that just spills out of your boyfriend every time his favourite movie comes on.  The way his clear blue eyes crinkle when he smiles and laughs, and the way that he knows EVERY word of this movie and quotes it verbatim, it’s endearing, really, never mind completely adorable.   He takes such pleasure in the simple things.  

It’s a dreary, cloudy day, pissing down freezing rain, and the two of you have decided that PJ’s, blankets, movies and your comfy overstuffed couch are your only goals for the day.  He’s sprawled back, laying kind of sideways against the cushions at one end of the couch, while you’re sprawled against a pillow at the other end, semi facing him, your legs battling for dominancy of the couch.  

You feel a toe poke you in the calf, and you look over to see one invisible eyebrow raised, staring at you with mock indignation. “You laughing at me, woman??” he says with a grin.  “A classic film such as this deserves reverence! Respect!”  

“The movie? Maybe. Your Jamaican accent?” You poke him back with determination.  “Not even!”

His mouth drops and he grabs his chest, feigning betray and horror.  “You cut DEEP, love! My accents are renowned, I’ll have you know!”  He moves suddenly, swooping over you and pinning you to the cushions with his body, and mercilessly digging his fingers into your ribs, tickling you until you beg for mercy. “EDWARD.  I swear to GOD, ED STOPPP!!”

You’ve got tears streaming down your cheeks as you shriek with laughter, and finally he lets up, pure satisfaction on his face as he lifts his hands in victory.  You take this handy opportunity to spring up and knock him backwards, straddling his hips and finding his sweet, soft belly in order to launch your own counterattack.  His eyes widen as he realizes your intent and his body twists sideways in order to evade your fingertips.  His unbridled, joyful giggles may be the best thing ever in all of life, as far as you’re concerned, you cannot get enough of them, and they are completely uncontrolled right now.  Your fingers find their target and he’s yelping, offering full surrender as your fingers find their target.  

By the end the both of you are gasping for breath, tears in your eyes from laughing.  He’s looking at you, that look that is so tender and so special, the one that’s reserved only for you.  You smile, almost shyly, and bite your lip.  His hand reaches for your face, cupping your chin, and as he pulls himself up to a semi-sitting position, he so softly brushes your lips with his. That familiar butterfly flutters in your belly, and your hands find his beard, fingers running through the soft copper scruff, pulling his face to yours, deepening the kiss. His tongue gently parts your lips, seeking to taste you, and his hand is gently running through your hair.  The pads of his thumb skates along the contour of your cheekbone, your jawline, your neck, tracing every inch of your face. Your hands find their way to his silky fiery-red hair, copper locks always in a disarray, and your fingers wind your way into it, loving the way he hums with contentment as your hands work their magic on his scalp.  

He moans as his mouth covers yours, deepening the kiss again, and suddenly, you can feel HIM, pressing against your thigh, as he holds you close.  You blush as he shifts, feeling it against you, and feeling you stutter, he pulls back just a bit.

You love Ed.  Intensely, deeply, and with no hesitation.  There were some things though that you hadn’t yet shared.  20 years old, you had grown up in loving, supportive household, but also a traditional one.  You had grown up with plenty of love and affection, in a very hands-on household, with very traditional values.  Sex was not something you had ever taken lightly. Growing up, you were taught that sex was something to be valued and cherished, a gift to be given to the right man, in love and trust.  Not some token to be spent whenever with whoever.  You had always taken that to heart, wanting to save such a special experience for the right person.  Up until your relationship with Ed, your love life had consisted of a string of cheaters and fuck boys, so there had never really been any temptation. Marriage-Only wasn’t necessarily something you were committed to, but being sure of the right person was.  

You and Ed had been together for just under a year, meeting at an industry event.  You worked as an event co-ordinator for a major company in your city, and your boss had introduced you that night.  You had been so charmed right off the bat, he was just as sweet, humble, kind and funny behind the scenes as his he was in front of the camera and on stage.  You’d talked for several hours that first weekend, and nothing had shocked you more when he continued to text you, and your relationship had bloomed.  The distance thing wasn’t always easy, but he made every second spent apart completely worth it.  Ed wasn’t one for grand, extravagant gestures, he tended to keep it simple, but so pure. So thoughtful.  Little things.  He knew exactly how you liked your coffee, and when you needed that pick-me-up the most, and would have it waiting for you without a word.  After a shit day, he knew your sweet tooth would make chocolate a MUST, and your favourite candy bar would be waiting for you in the fridge (Because Reese Peanut Butter Cups MUST be eaten cold) when you got home.  You were weirdly OCD about waking up to a clean kitchen, and he would, without a word, do the dishes and wipe the countertops after dinner while you dozed on the couch.  He knew the correct laundry detergent and which pants not to throw in the dryer, how to brush you hair after a shower, and that Jimmy Fallon or Ricky Gervais were the best way to make you laugh.   He knew which toilet paper to buy, the exact red wine that capped off your Friday evenings, and not to EVER play Justin Beiber in your house. He even put the seat down from DAY ONE. Until him you had no idea this kind of man even actually existed.    

He was kind and thoughtful and cuddly and sweet and funny and gentle and sexy…really you could go on and on.  He was a touch-feely kinda dude, loved to wrap himself around you from behind, play with your hair, and cuddle up for days.  You LOVED that, he had a way of making you feel so loved and important and valued. It wasn’t something you were really used to.  And making out with Ed?  It was delicious…his lips, they were so soft, so full, and the way they felt on your skin…The way he’d cup your face, the way his hands would leave trails of lightning over every bit of skin they touched.  It wasn’t as though he’d never touched you, his permanently calloused fingertips had the ability to light fires under your skin, and those moments when his hands were cupping and kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples, gently stroking your thighs or squeezing your ass cheeks…they’d almost swayed you a few times.  He knew your feelings concerning sex, and never once, in the entire time you two had known each other, had he EVER pushed you or your boundaries.  He knew without question that it was your decision, and that when the time was right, well…it’d be right.  You hadn’t gone far beyond making out, mainly because in your mind, it felt as though it wasn’t fair to Ed, and you knew it would likely sway you to other things.  You wanted to be sure before travelling down that path, and torturing the poor boy didn’t much seem very nice either.  It was pretty obvious a few times that he was decidedly less than comfortable when you’d pulled back before things went too far, but his only reaction ever was to breathe deep, adjust himself and pull you close for a cuddle.  Never once had he made you feel guilty about your choices, and to you, it made him perfect.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you see his cheeks dimple as he pulls back, noticing your blush.  “I love that color in your cheeks, love…” he says with a grin. “Soz if he made you uncomfortable…I keep telling him to behave, doesn’t always work though.”  He sits you both up, tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you gently, while attempting to rearrange himself into a less…confining…position.  

“Not trying to make “him” uncomfortable…” you laugh, still blushing. “It’s not like you don’t illicit the same reaction, sir.”

“You’re so beautiful”, he says softly, gazing at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. “And sexy. And you can cook. And you’re funny. And smart as shit. And you always SMELL amazing.” He pauses and scrunches his face up in that way that is so freaking adorable.  “How do women do that??”

Inwardly your insides are a melted, messy pool of feels, but you’ve never been one to gush or wear your heart on your sleeve.  “Multitasking is our “thing…” you drawl with a straight face. “Being that men can’t even pee and aim at the same time, we’ve got that particular area sewn up, I think.” You crack a grin and giggle at the truly affronted look on his face at the pee-and-aim statement and you drop a quick kiss on his nose before you scramble off him, knowing you might be in trouble for that one.

“I always put the seat down!” he says quite indignantly, chasing after you into the kitchen. “I’ve been trained well! It’s not our fault that the male anatomy acts like a fire hose sometimes…”

“EW.  That’s a lovely image, Teddy, thanks for that.” You’re cracking up at the imagery that description has put in your head, but you’re beginning to think he needs to NOT be using your bathroom any longer, if that’s what’s happening. Jeez.

He catches up to you and lifts you up on the counter, hands flat against the underside of your bum, and softly places butterfly kisses all the way up your jawline to your ear, where he stops and nibbles just for a moment.  Oh my…the tingles and flutters and lightning strikes taking over your body….it’s amazing what he makes you feel with the slightest touch.

He leaves a soft, slow, lingering kiss on your lips, and then pulls back, a content expression on his face, as takes a deep breath.  “The things you do to me, woman” he chuckles softly.  

“You’re not so bad yourself, Teddy…” you whisper, gently brushing the silky copper curls from his forehead.  Your foreheads touch, and he gently rubs his nose against yours, once, and then again.  

The first time he’d uttered the words “I love you” it had turned your world upside down, in the very BEST way.  He’d flown in to spend a night with you, a much needed visit, and being jetlagged and exhausted, he’d pretty much collapsed on you and your couch when he’d arrived.  Knowing all he’d have had to eat was airplane food, you’d made sure to have his very favourite pizza in the world waiting for him when he arrived, and after he’d fairly GORGED himself on the Calabrese deliciousness, he’d dragged you to the couch, and pulled you into the Little Spoon position and buried his face in your hair.  You pulled your favourite blanket over the both of you, so content to just be encircled in his arms, and just when you thought he was asleep, you heard soft words muttered in your ear.  “God, I love you…Never go away from me…”  Your stomach had dissolved into butterflies and you heart had nearly exploded.  It was the first time anyone had ever said those words without wanting something in return, the first time those words had ever meant anything to you.  By the time those words had registered, the boy had completely conked out, and didn’t hear you say them right back.  It was the first time that you’d ever believed in those words enough to use them, and there was no doubt how deeply you believed them. Since that night, those words had been uttered many times, but the habit you two had developed, the “thing” that said I love you without words, was the Eskimo kiss.  It was such a tender, gentle, loving gesture, and one that always spoke volumes when there were no words.  

He kisses your cheek, and turns around, stretching his arms out, and surveys the state of the kitchen. There are pizza boxes still stacked up the counter leftover from lunch, and your plates are in the sink.  You hop down from the counter and head for the sink while Ed grabs up the pizza boxes and takes them out to the trash.  Kitchen clean, you turn around and see your favourite Ginger pawing through your fridge.  

“Is there EVER a time you’re not hungry?” you ask him, laughing.  “Practically a whole pizza at lunch wasn’t enough?”

“I’m a growing boy!” he protests, “Without enough food, I’d waste away, innit??”

He slams the door of the fridge, and grabs his hoodie from the chair, sliding it over his head. “We need oreos, I reckon!” he says with authority.  “Double stuf, if possible.  Gonna run to the store, love, a snack run is in the offing!  Want anything?”

“All I need is right in front of me.”  You smile softly and drop a kiss on his forehead. “Go ahead, I’ll find us a movie for when you get back.”

His hand brushes my cheek, and I feel his nose brush mine.  “Dunno how I got so lucky…?” he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face. You grin and push him towards the door, knowing the faster he goes, the faster he’ll be back.

Once the door shuts behind him, you let your fingers wander to your mouth, unconsciously tracing where his lips have left their mark. You loved him. So much.  And suddenly, as clear as day, you knew how you wanted to spend the rest of this dreary afternoon.  You’d never felt so loved before, so cherished.  The desire to share yourself, all of yourself, with this man you loved so deeply, had been building for some time, and you were ready. Scared slightly shitless, perhaps, but there was no one you wanted to share this experience with more.  

The thrill of anticipation zinged in your bloodstream, and you decided you had better do some inventory before Ed got back. Taking the stairs 2 at a time you ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom.  Luckily, you’d thoroughly showered that morning, including all necessary manner of shaving and exfoliation.  You didn’t quite know what to do with yourself, the nerves you felt were literally causing your hands to shake.  You decided fresh breath was a priority, and scrubbed your teeth within an inch of your life, and then dug through the bathroom cabinet till you found your hairbrush, and pulling the elastic from your hair and releasing the topknot, you brushed your long hair till it fell in loose waves over your shoulders.  You pulled your ratty old PJ shirt over your head, and with a deep exhale, you examined yourself in the mirror.  You were certainly on the curvier side, you’d inherited your mama’s birthing hips, but you’d always kind of liked your hourglass figure.  There were actually times you’d thought to yourself that smaller tits would be a blessing, but oh well.  All in all, there were some areas of your body you wish were a little more toned, a little flatter, but Ed was always one to tell you how much he loved every inch of you, and loved the fact that you could EAT.  You knew he’d appreciate every inch of you no matter what.  The thought of that “appreciation” sent a shiver of anticipation and nerves up your spine, and with a little skip in your step you hurry off to the bedroom.

You’re now faced with figuring out what you should (or shouldn’t?) wear.  You try on a sexy lace bra and thong, but TOO sexy, too obvious.  Just take it all off and lay there??  No chance, you were WAY too nervous to put yourself out there like that.  Finally, you settle on a pair of teeny, turquoise soft boy shorts that showed off your legs (minus your panties), and a stretchy, sexy lace cami with spaghetti straps that showed off your cleavage and midriff.  You’re awkwardly trying to decide how to position yourself on the bed when something VITALLY important crosses your mind, and you hop back up.  You hadn’t exactly planned this in advance, and so you weren’t currently on the Pill or the shot, and there was NO chance this experience was happening without being safe.  Ed had always been honest about his history, he’s by no means a virgin, but no manwhore either.  He also had always been strict about being safe, and not taking risks, which was reassuring.  You notice his backpack in the corner of the room, and you figure it’s worth a quick check. SURE ENOUGH, in the bottom of the side pocket, there’s a packet of condoms. The Sheeran motto apparently was “Always Be Prepared”.  You shake your head, laughing nervously, and thank the Gods that that small box was unopened, or he’d have some QUESTIONS to answer.

You grab the box and toss them in your nightstand drawer, and as you begin to contemplate what to do with yourself next, you hear the door slam down downstairs. The sound of the door alone has your heartrate revving like an engine, and the hairs on your arm and neck prickle.  You KNOW you want this, you KNOW you’re ready…it’s expressing that to him.

“Love??” you hear that cheery, sexy, British accent echo from downstairs, and you quickly smooth your hair down one last time, and lay on the bed, tummy down, facing the door.  

“Upstairs, babe!” you call out, in a tone slightly higher than it probably should be.  Your heart is literally in your throat, and you’re not sure whether to giggle, or hyperventilate, or faint. Maybe all three?

You can hear him coming up the stairs, calling your name like a question, trying to figure out where you are.  “Just in the bedroom!” you call, crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting your weight to and fro, and trying to figure out where to put your arm.  He pushes the door open and pops his head ‘round the doorjamb, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“…We playing hide ‘n’ seek this afternoon?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye. “Cuz that wasn’t much of a look? Try under the bed next time!”  He come fully into the room and sees you’re laying on the bed, and immediately kicks his sneakers off, and launches himself onto the bed next to you.  He buries his face against the soft curve of your lower back, and nuzzles at the soft skin there.  It feels as though he’s trying to breathe you in, and it’s intoxicating. You can’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure at the touch of his scratchy cheeks against your skin.  

You slowly turn yourself over and gaze him, taking in his beautiful big blue eyes, his tangle of silky orange curls and the way his perfect lips are curved into that little boy smile.  It’s ridiculous how PRETTY he is, and you just can’t get enough.  You thread your fingers into his beard, and tug him towards you, kissing him softly; his top lip, his bottom lip, and both, trying to put everything you’re feeling into that kiss.

“Mmmmm” he hums contentedly.  “I love your lips. More please.” He pulls you in and presses his lips to yours once more, deepening the kiss, winding his hands into your hair to pull you as close to him as you can, tasting every bit of you. His lips linger, drawing his kisses out to the point where your breath is gone but you don’t care.  He tastes so good, those exquisitely soft, perfectly pink lips the perfect fit to yours, his hands so strong and gentle at the same time.

The length of his body is pressed up against yours, and wrapped up in the intensity of this kiss you’re pushing your body against his, twining your leg with his fuzzy one, and you can feel peaks of electricity in your blood, like your whole body is on edge.  It’s not long before you can feel his reaction, it’s hard against your thigh, and suddenly he’s breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath.  His cheeks are pink, and he speaks before you can utter a word.

“Damn, he’s at it again….Sorry, love, we men need an off-switch apparently.” He laughs nervously and pushes his hands through his hair.  “Did you pick a movie…?  We can-“. You take a deep breath and cut him off before he can get another word out.

“Teddy…” you whisper softly, “I don’t want to watch a movie.”  You brush your fingers through the long strands on his forehead, and gaze up at him, trying to convey your message without words.  You could literally lose yourself in those sea-blue eyes.  He raises an almost non-existent eyebrow and says “Whaddya want to do then? Kind of a crappy afternoon to go anywhere, innit…?”

You stop yourself from giggling, but only just. Why are boys so DENSE sometimes? You take another deep breath, lock eyes with him and cup his cheek.  You kiss him softly, and then trace his lips with your fingertips.  “No…I don’t want to go out either.  I want to stay right here.  With you.”  You take in every last molecule of oxygen you possibly can, steel yourself, and pull yourself to a halfway sitting position.  “I want YOU, Teddy.  All of you.” And you exhale, watching for his reaction, your lip between your teeth.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing what you’re trying to tell him.  “Babe…I know I got a bit carried away just then, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.  I love you, and you have my word I’m not in a rush…”

He’s looking at you, such tenderness in his eyes, and an uncertainty that’s so endearing you find yourself falling all over again.  Your heart is simply racing, your blood pulsing through your body as you pull yourself upright and gaze into his eyes, wanting so badly to convey what you’d been dying to tell him.  Lacing your fingers with his, you press a soft kiss to his warm fingertips and press both of your intertwined hands to your chest, to your heart that was hammering at the expression on his face, and tried to put everything you were feeling into the shaky words that spilled from your lips.  You wanted, NEEDED, him to know just how much you wanted this with him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Teddy. I love you.  So much.  I always knew that the first time I had sex, I didn’t want it to be slam-bam high school thing. I didn’t want to “lose it” just to say I’d done it.  I wanted it to be with someone that wanted to actually make love to me, not just get laid.  I wanted to be sure I was in love and that he was in love with me.  And I am.  You know me better than anyone, and every little thing you do shows me how much you love me.  You’ve never once expected a thing in return, never pressured me, and that makes me want you. It makes me sure that you’re who I’ve been waiting for.”  You take a breath, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and look into his eyes, awaiting his response.

The look on his face…it was something you would tuck away and keep with you for as long as you lived.  There was such love and devotion in his eyes, and when he spoke, you could hear the emotion.  “You’ve no idea just how much I’ve fallen in love with you.  I never wanted to push you for anything, because the thought of pushing you away scares the shit out of me.  Just holding you, it makes me feel like I have the whole world, I don’t need anything else.”  He takes a shaky breath and continues. “I know how long you’ve waited for this…I mean…I- I just want you to be sure.”  He’s looking at you, biting his lip and playing with the edge of his hoodie.

You find that all of a sudden, your nerves have died down, and you know without a single doubt, that you’ve made the right decision.  You want this so badly, and more importantly, you want HIM.  You tip his chin up and catching his gaze, you touch your nose to his, once, and then again.  The biggest smile you’ve ever seen spreads across his whole face.

“We’ll take it slow, I promise…” he whispers, cupping your face.  “If you want me to stop, you’ve just got to say it.”  He gently lowers you back onto the bed, making sure you’ve got a pillow under your head, and slowly, oh so slowly, he lowers his head and begins to place the softest kisses all along your jawline, and your neck, and even your collarbone.  You let your eyes drift shut, enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue worshipping you, leaving what feels like a trail of fire on every bit of skin he touches. He drops one last kiss at the tops of your breasts and looks up at you, wanting to make sure it was okay to move on. You’re not sure you can even speak coherently anymore, so you arch your chest up and breathe deeply, smiling at him and nodding.  He climbs over top of you, and you part your legs so he can settle in, wanting every part of him to be as close to you as possible.  He shakes his, almost imperceptibly, like he can’t believe this is happening, and lowers himself, supporting his weight with one arm, and he takes a moment just to look into your eyes and gaze at you.  

“I want to make you feel amazing…trust me?” he says softly, looking at you for permission.  

“Without a doubt.” You say softly.  You tangle your fingers in his hair and tilt your face to catch his lips, the need to feel them, to taste them, overwhelming you.  Your tongue gently parts his lips, sliding into his mouth, desperate to taste him.  His tongue tangles with yours, his breathing shallow, and it’s like he CANNOT get enough of you.  It is so sexy.  He breaks away from you, and biting his lip he smiles slow and sexy.  His fingers trail down your cheek, traces your jawline and run down your shoulder and neck.  One hand splays on your bared midriff, and the other catches the hem of your cami, slowly easing it up your body.  You bite your lip, knowing what he wants, and you arch your body so he can pull it off of you.  You lay back against the pillows, and notice that he’s just looking at you, drinking you in. He has the sweetest smile on his face, and when he notices you fidgeting, looking a bit…self-conscious, he shakes his head and tips your head up to meet his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.  Every single inch of you.  I could just sit here and look at you for hours.  How did I get so goddamn lucky…”

You blush, and he kisses your cheek softly. He moves himself down the bed, and looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, a small grin playing at his features. He begins at your collarbones, and begins leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses, soft lips followed by his sexy tongue, from one side to the other, and then traces a path down between your breasts. He plumps one up with his hand, and your breath stutters as his lips find your nipple.  His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, alternating between gentle tugs and flicks.  While his mouth lavishes one nipple, his other hand is gently squeezing and massaging your other breast.  The sensations coursing through your body have you practically panting, your body writhing as he teases you.  It’s as though there’s an electric wire straight from your breasts right to your groin, what he’s doing feels SO good and you want more, MORE.

“Ed…God…” you moan, arching your body, trying to press your body into him as much as you possibly can. He’s switching between your nipples; sucking, tugging, nibbling, and it’s driving you to madness.  “More?” he asks softly, looking up at you, wanting to be sure.

“Yes….please….” your body is moving of its own accord, needing…what you weren’t sure, but so much more.  He pulls away from your breasts, and begins kissing his way back down your overly sensitive body.  He leaves a trail of kisses under each breast, and slowly, tortuously, makes his way down to your belly button.  His tongue dips into it as his focus shifts downwards, and he leaves feather light kisses from one hip to the other, all the way across.  You know where he’s headed, and your brain can barely comprehend what’s about to happen.  His mouth had never travelled your body this way, and it was leaving points of fire under every bit of skin he touched.  His hand slides under your leg and bends it at the knee, pushing it back gently, and does the same to your other leg, just as softly.  You feel utterly exposed in this position, but you’re so worked up that the thought doesn’t last long.  He lets the pads of his fingers skate up and down your thighs, tracing the length of your calves, even caressing your feet.  “Okay?” he whispers looking at you, and all you can do is nod, your body urging him on.

His lips are on you, his mouth leaving trails down the inside of each thigh, kisses on the insides of your knees.  He switches to your feet, gently lifting them and kissing the arches of your feet and OH god who knew feet were sexy and when he’s finished there he begins kissing his way up your legs, slowly, up one side, then he switches to the other leg, loving every inch of that one, from top to bottom.  You can feel his warm breath on you as he settles himself between your parted legs, and he gently hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your teeny shorts, gently tugging them down your thighs.  You lift your bum so he can pull them off, and he gently tosses them off to the side.  He works his way back up the insides of your legs, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake, tingles and jolts of electricity with every touch.  You feel his teeth skimming the softest part of the inside of your thigh, kissing, nibbling, and tasting every bit of your skin.  He stops, and grasps your thighs gently, pushing them open a bit more so he can have complete access, and suddenly you feel his fingers trace your lips, pushing them open oh so gently.  He very gently kisses the creases where your legs met your centre, and with his tongue, gently paints a stripe from the base of your slit all the way to the top.  Your whole body lifts off the bed as you gasp from the lightning strikes penetrating your belly, you’ve never experienced this kind of sensation, it’s overwhelming and SO GOOD and why in the hell have you waited this long?  

“Feel good, babe?” he murmurs, his face buried in your slit. You manage to lift your head enough to see the look of rapture on his face as he’s tasting you.  “You taste so fucking sweet.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”  His tongue is alternating between long, torturous licks and gentle nibbles at your labia.  It’s a storm you can barely weather, but God it is SO GOOD and in between trying to remember to breath, you manage to tell him “MORE.  Oh my…Teddy, please….!” You’re losing control of your body and you’re writhing under his ministrations, just completely out of control.  

“Anything for you, love” he grins, and pushing your lips back, his tongue finds that sweet pink spot.  His tongue swirls around and around it, nudging that sweet little pink button, like a piece of delicious candy, and your hands find his hair, that silky soft tangle of fiery curls, and you thread your hands through it, pressing his face as tightly against you as you can, completely lost to the building sensations in your belly.  You can’t form coherent words, just gasps, moans, guttural sounds that you had no idea could come from you.  His arms, the bright colours of his ink so sexy against the bare expanse of your skin, wrap around your thighs, pressing them to the sides of his head. He’s pulling you closer to him so his face is all but engulfed, the deep, throaty sounds escaping from his throat as he devours you so indescribably sexy.  His tongue is thrashing your clit, back and forth, quick and light, over and over and over, and you can’t comprehend the delicious fiery tightening in your belly, it’s SO GOOD, it feels like climbing the highest mountain and you want so badly to jump off that edge, and like he’s reading your mind, suddenly he switches from flicking and thrashing to sucking that little pink bundle of nerves right into his mouth and your mouth is wide open, there’s no words, your whole body is lifted up and your muscles locked, it’s like thunder crashing and lightning striking and like NOTHING you have ever felt before, your body is trying to jump out of your skin and there’s spots in your vision that don’t make sense but OH PLEASE NEVER STOP and he keeps sucking and tugging, helping you ride out this incredible explosion, your hands still in hair, keeping him exactly where you need him to be. Your body is STRAIGHT up off that bed, arching into his mouth, “TEDDY…” you gasp, as you fly off that cliff, riding out the most intense sensations you have EVER experienced in your life.  Finally the sensations begins to ebb away, your body sags back against the bed and you look down at the face between your legs, with a sated, disbelieving smile on your face.

He kisses your thighs one last time, and lifts himself up.  He crawls up the bed and gently nestles himself on top of you, catching your lips in a kiss, and stroking your hair, your cheek.  “That was so fucking sexy…” he murmurs.  “Incredible watching you, listening to you come undone….was it what you hoped for?”  

You pick your head up off the pillow, and gaze at him, trying to figure out how to put what just happened into words.  “That was…Teddy…that was incredible.  It was…I don’t even.  Holy shit.”  Your head flops back on the pillow, and he cracks a little boy grin at your words and dips his face to catch your lips for a kiss.  

Your ability to breathe is only just returning to normal, and as you lay sprawled beneath him, all you can think is how you love him so much right at this moment.  You bite your lip, and look at him, knowing what you’d like to do next. You kiss him softly, once, twice and run your fingers down his cheek.  You pull yourself up to a sitting position, and looking him in the eye, you hook you fingers under the edge of his hoodie and begin to drag it up his body.  He grins, and lifts his arms to help you get it off.  His shirt follows, and you awkwardly fumble with his belt buckle, trying to undo it. You manage to unbuckle it, and carefully unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down.  He’s watching you, letting you take the lead.  You pause, wondering how to go about getting his pants down without looking like you have NO idea what you’re doing.  You can see him smiling at you, laughter in his eyes, and he lifts his hips without a word, helping you to peel his jeans off his legs. Once those are out of the way, he pulls you back down on the bed, and finds your lips.  His lips, so soft, so full, they taste so good.  Long, lingering kisses, deep kisses that you could feel down to the tips of your toes.  Kisses full of promise and passion and tenderness.  

Your let your hand fall to his hip, your fingers playing with the edge of his boxer briefs.  His hands have found your ass, cupping and kneading, squeezing, as he continues to bruise your mouth with kisses, tasting you with his tongue.  Your legs are intertwined, and you’re beginning to feel his reaction against your hip.

Your fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to explore what was waiting for you.  His hips stutter as he realizes what you’re doing, and he pulls back to look you in the eye.  “Only if you’re sure, Love”, he whispers.  

“Mmm, I’m sure…” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.  “Just…tell me if I’m doing it right?”

“Trust me Babe…there’s VERY little you could do wrong right about now” he chuckles.  

He shimmies his boxers down and you pull them off and WHOA.  Wow. Not like you didn’t know what a penis looked like…but, um. It was BIG.  How was that supposed to-?  Never mind. You’d get there.  Right now….you run your fingertips up his thigh, sifting the fuzzy hairs there between your fingers, enjoying the shiver you can feel run through his body.  You let your fingers walk to that soft crease where his thigh meets his groin, and then tentatively, you gently let your fingers wrap around his length, and give him one long stroke, letting your fist stop at the head.  Wow….so hot to the touch, but smooth.  Like silk.  A low throaty moan escapes Ed’s throat as his head falls back, enjoying the touch of your hand.  

You gently let your hand continue to glide along the length of his penis, from the base to the tip, and judging by the quick, raspy breaths falling from Ed’s mouth, you’re doing something right.  You LOVE the effect your touch is having on him, and on the next stroke, you gently tighten your fist, tugging the head and the hiss that escapes his lips is so satisfying.

“Jesus baby….” He just manages to get out. ”You’re gonna be my undoing….”

He slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you close so he can kiss you.  Not so tender this time, it’s fierce and passionate, the lust he’s feeling spilling out of him into you.  You’re moving your hand more quickly, and you can feel his length thickening and growing as you stroke him.  It’s a heady, powerful feeling that his body is reacting this way because of you. Between strokes and tugs, you gently cup his balls, and watch him carefully, afraid of squeezing too tight.  “Shit…babe…like that”, he hisses, and you happily pick up the pace, loving the sound of his voice, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the way his leg is tensed as he braces his body.  His hips stutter, and your eyes widen as you notice a bead of fluid roll out of the slit in the tip of his penis, as you’re pumping and stroking.  You’re surprised at his how sexy, how pretty, it is. Framed by the same soft, orange strands that adorn the rest of his body, the plush, pink head, the silky soft shaft…it was incredible.  You loved how rock hard he was, that you were the one that make it that way.  The foreskin was stretched back now, and the breathy sounds coming from his lips are coming fast and you can tell he’s fast losing control.  He sucks in a breath and his hand is suddenly on yours, clumsily pulling it away.

“Fucking hell… feels so good,” he gasps, “but…stop. …I don’t want to finish like this, not like this.”  His mouth is yours, his tongue is tasting every bit of you, and his body flush with yours.  He cups your cheek, and staring at you tenderly.  He tilts your face up, and touches his nose to yours.  “…Love you so much, baby.  I want you so damn bad…”  He whispers this, but there is so much intensity to his words, such reverence. It takes your breath away.  You push yourself back against the pillows, and wrap your fingers into the sweaty curls at the base of his neck, pulling him close.  You press your lips to his and lift your hips to his.  “I want you too, Teddy, make love to me.”  You take a deep breath, ready to take the plunge (in more ways than one…) when through the emotions and lust you remember something important.  

You twist your body and your hand finds the knob on the drawer beside your bed, and you fumble in the drawer, your fingers finding the box.  Ed cranes his head, looking at what you’re doing, and then smiles knowingly.  “How’d I never notice you having rubbers in there before??” he says with a teasing grin.

“Because I didn’t!” you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin, and then purposefully turn your head and motion to his backpack.  His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn the most ADORABLE shade of pink.  “Um…” he stutters with an adorable innocent boy smile on his face, “Always be prepared??”

“I love that you cared enough to want to be safe, to protect me”, you say, softly kissing his lips.  “That and the fact that you left them in there.” you giggle softly.

“I just figured…I mean, I didn’t want you think I was trying to-“.  You cut him off.  “Teddy…Shut up.  No more words, I’m not upset.  I love you and I want you.  Now.  Please, Teddy…”  You slide your fingers into his beard and tug him close, looking him straight in the eyes. He swallows hard, his breathing suddenly quicker.  “I want you too” he whispers and gently pulls the box from your hand.  He fishes out a foil packet, and as you watch with wide eyes, he quickly tears it open and looks at you, his eyes hooded.  He quickly slides the condom down over his length, and then you feel his soft hand slide under your ass cheek and he tugs you down.  You swallow deeply, your blood tingling and coursing through every part of your body. You shakily exhale; trying to remember to breathe, and let your legs fall open, your heart hammering in your chest. Ed lifts himself up, and crawls up over your body, moving slowly and gazing at you with such love and softness.

“Babe…look at me.”  He can obviously sense your nerves, and he brushes his fingers down your cheek, under your chin and drops a kiss between your breasts.  “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, we’ll take it slow. Promise…”  

He gently grasps your calf and pushes your leg back just a bit, and his lips are on you, lingering and tender and sweet, tugging your upper lip, then your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he covers his body with yours.  Your leg is hiked up, pinned to his waist, and he’s leaning on his forearm, nestled between your legs.  He carefully lifts himself just a bit, and takes himself in hand, guiding his penis gently to your slit, and allows the head to just slip between your folds.  He makes no move to penetrate, not yet, but just gently slides the head of his dick against your cleft, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, up and down between your lips, allowing the moisture that’s gathered there to lubricate his length so that it glides like silk.  Your eyes close tight and your head falls back, GOD, he’s not in you yet but it feels SO good, so intimate, the anticipation is almost too much.  It feels like your blood is going pulse right out of your body.  

A low moan rumbles from his throat and he lets out a deep breath as feels you begin to surround him.  “You’re so wet, babe….It’s so hot.  You’re so sexy….” He groans as you tilt your hips up, wanting more.

He stops the gliding motion, and gazing into your eyes, he gently pulls your other leg up so their pinned to either side of his waist, and then reaching down between the two of you, he positions himself at your entrance.  He cups your face, and with so much tenderness it nearly undoes you, he touches his nose to yours.

Your heart is so full, you love him SO much, and you want nothing more than to stay with him like this forever.  You gasp as you feel the tip of him gently push against your opening, past your sensitive tissues, and your body jerks as you tense up. He gently strokes your hip and you hear him breathe the words “Relax, Love…I’ve got you”, as he kisses your lips. He only pushes himself in a bit, just the head, slowly, letting you adjust to his size. “…Tell me when…” he whispers, letting his fingers run up your thighs, leaving fiery trails behind them. You respond by tightening your legs around him, and squeezing his bum to press him closer.  He pulls his hips, back and in one slow motion, very gently, he fills you.  

You bite down hard, gasping, oh GOD, you knew it would hurt a bit, but it STINGS. Fuck.  Tears prick at your eyes as your sensitive flesh stretches in a way it hasn’t ever before.  His voice, it’s in your ear again, soft and reassuring.  “I love you so much, babe….I promise it will feel so much better. I won’t move till you tell me to…”  His thumbs tenderly wipe away the moisture under your eyes, and he slows his body, and strokes your face.  He stays buried inside you, and concentrates on kissing you until you’ve no breath left in you, and slowly you realize your body is adjusting to his size.  The sting is dying out, but the feeling of being stretched that way, it’s something you must get used to.  He’s not moved, just holding you, caressing you, loving you, and remaining deep inside you while your body adjusts to him.

“Baby…” he half moans, “Let me try-“.  You kiss him and urge him on with your hips, and he slowly lifts his hips and slowly pulls himself part way out, not all the way, and nudges his head through your slick folds, bumping up against your clit, and slowly thrusts back into you, gently, unhurriedly.  Oh, oh not so painful anymore, it…there’s still quite the sting as you stretch to fit him, but it’s wonderful, the feeling of him filling you up, actually being INSIDE you…The thought pops through that it’s happening, you’re actually having SEX. You push aside the urge to giggle and the thought is extinguished as both his hands find your ass, and he pulls his hips back, pulling almost all the way out but not quite and oh, it’s a surprisingly empty feeling, you want him back and your hands run down the length of his back to the rise of his ass and tug him, beckoning him to keep going, heavy breaths, loud breaths, falling from your lips, and he groans at your reaction, setting a slow, languorous pace, your ass in his hands and he continues to thrust in to you, long, gentle strokes, filling you up.  You can feel your walls tightening around him every time he enters you, wanting to keep him inside you.  “You’re so goddamn tight….Jesus!” he grunts as you envelop him at every stroke. “You feel so fucking amazing….you alright baby??” he whispers in your ear.

You manage an “Oh…oh… yes….” And you tighten your legs around him, pressing your feet into his back, urging him on.  One hand slides out from under your ass, and he moves it up to your hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands falling over your shoulders.  His lips are on your neck, leaving a wet trail from your pulse point down to your shoulder and across your collarbones.  His breathing is heavy, uneven, and the hand that’s tangled in your hair and cupping your face is pinning you to the pillows, and his mouth frantically finds yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue everywhere, and not once do his hips stop moving, his body is lifting and pressing into you, over and over and it feel SO good, the feeling of him filling you up, every bit of his soft, warm body pressed against yours.

“More Babe…I need…ohh…” you gasp, trying to find the words but failing.  

“Oh, love….Yes…Fucking hell!” he grunts, lifting himself up off of you a bit, supporting himself with his hands and forearms, switching his strokes from long, languid thrusts where he’s not even pulling all the way out of you, to quicker, rhythmic, more frenetic thrusts, the head almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and you let one leg drop, using your foot to brace yourself against the mattress, allowing yourself to open to him as much as possible.  You’re concentrating on the connection between you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, the zings and flutters and sparks that his every movement sends pulsing through your body.  The way he’s still cupping your face, caressing your neck, your shoulder, the rise of your breasts, how he can’t help but be drawn back to your lips, his kisses are so full of desire and lust, yet so tender.  Like a promise with every touch.  It’s so damn intimate. In this moment, with your heart and your body so incredibly full, you know that THIS is why you waited.  

He’s gasping with every movement, every thrust, and he’s trying to keep his eyes open, watching you and wanting to take you in, and holy GOD, the desire and drive in his eyes, how his pupils are blown and the way his mouth is dropping open with every sweet stroke, like he can’t control the sensations, it is sexy beyond words.  Your hands find their way to the back of his head, tangling in those delicious sweaty curls at the back of his neck, kissing him so deeply you could just about devour him.  

“Babe…so close…” he hisses, gritting his teeth and you realize he’s holding back and waiting for you, not wanting to put his needs ahead of yours. You let a hand drift down to rise of his ass cheek, and let the other hand find his jaw, and kiss him deeply, gasping for breath as the sensations race through your body.  You realize that all you want is for him to find that peak, to find his release, because the earth shattering climax he gave you with his tongue, that beautiful mouth, it was enough.  The feeling of him being inside you, being a part of you, him worshipping you like this? It was enough.  You had all the time in the world to explore each other from now on, and right now, this moment was all about him.  

His hips are moving in short, messy thrusts as he chases the sensations that are taking him over.  “Baby it’s okay…” you whisper, staring into his eyes and wanting him to feel as good as he made you feel.  “Let go!” you gasp, as little explosions of pleasure ricochet through your body, it’s insane how amazing he feels, and you pick your hips up and try to match his thrusts, pushing your pelvis against him, grinding against him, wanting every bit of contact you can get.  The hand that’s tangled in your hair tightens, his thumb brushing your ear, and he’s got his forehead pressed to yours as he tries to maintain eye contact. You can feel a bead of sweat roll off his temple, and the sounds escaping his mouth are now completely out of his control.  Low, throaty moans, guttural noises that you had no idea he was capable of, and you want this.  Oh you want this. You hold his face between your hands, and look him in the eyes, a feat, because he can barely keep them open, and kiss him so softly, so tenderly. “I love you….God, I love you.” You whisper to him, caught up in overwhelming emotion.  

His eyes are fluttering, and his whole body tenses up, his muscles caging you onto the bed.  “Ah ah ah…!” He’s making a concerted effort to lock eyes with you, to keep connected, but that battle is lost as they slam shut, his orgasm taking him over. “Jesus, baby I…Ah…Oh Fuck!” and his whole body shudders as his hips finds you one last time, and he’s pushing your body up the bed, bracing himself against you, trying to keep every last inch of you wrapped around him.  His muscles are tensed and shaking, and you can feel him shudder once more, and then his whole body sags, soft against you, and his head falls to your chest.  

You’re still struggling to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your ribcage, and the emotion coursing through you is threatening to overflow.  Ed, still panting himself, gingerly lifts himself off you, reaches down and hooks his finger into the condom as he gently pulls out of you, assuring it won’t slip off. “Oh…” you breathe, feeling the emptiness.  He slides it off quickly, and discreetly tucks it into a Kleenex he grabs from your nightstand and puts it off to the side. He rolls back over on to his side, facing you, and he can’t hide the smile spreading across his face as he cups your cheek and kisses you, over and over and over, with such fervour it almost renders you breathless.  He breaks away and a soft smile plays across his features as he just gazes at you, not saying word, just seemingly savouring the moment.  He pulls you into his chest, and you savour his warmth, wanting nothing more than to be held.

“Ed…” you falter, trying to figure how to put what you’re feeling into words.  “Every time I thought about what this experience would be like….when I thought about what I wanted it to mean?  Teddy, this was it.  I-“. He puts his finger to your lips.

“I love you.” The way he says this, it’s so quiet, but so full of conviction.  “You are everything to me…and it means the world to me that somehow I’m deserving enough that you chose to share yourself with me.  That was…fucking incredible.  YOU are fucking incredible.”

You smile softly, and run your fingers lazily through his beard.  You stretch your arms above your head, and then your legs, and as you go to cuddle your body into his chest, you suddenly feel…something…on the sheets between your legs. You glance down, and oh. Oh God.  You knew it would hurt, when he entered you, but you didn’t think about the possibility of THIS.  Your face feels a thousand shades of pink, though you know there’s no real reason to feel embarrassed.  It’s just some blood, but still…Ed notices your discomfort, the blush on your cheeks, and he looks where you’re looking.  

“Love, it’s no big deal…honestly.  Happens the first time.  I’m not bothered!”  He brushes the hair from your eyes and kisses your cheek, a reassuring smile on his face. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, and drop a kiss on his nose before pulling your cami back over your head.  You’re suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Gonna run to the bathroom, baby, clean myself up a bit…” you smile awkwardly.

“Course, Love.  Hurry back though….need cuddles from my girl after all that…” he murmurs with a crooked smile.  You hurry off to the bathroom, clean yourself up, pee because that seems like a good idea, and run a brush through your hair.  You stop for a second, and look at yourself in the mirror, studying your features. You feel different….empowered and well, like a real grownup. You lift your shoulders and feel a grin spread across your face. You finally did it. No longer a virgin!  You giggle, flip your hair back and head back to the bedroom.  You walk through the door and stop short, staring at your bed. Sweet boy, in the 5 minutes you’ve been in the bathroom, he’s pulled the bloody sheet off your bed, and put fresh linens back on.  He really does think of everything. A disbelieving smile crosses your face, and you shake your head slightly, so enamoured with this boy. You feel a strong of pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you let your head fall back onto his chest.  Your fingers absent-mindedly begin tracing the colorful shapes on his forearms, and you feel his lips in your hair.

“Best day ever, innit?” he says softly. “Best girl ever too…”

You spin around and look him in the eyes, tracing his cheeks and jaw with your fingers, pushing a few stray fiery strands of hair from his forehead.  “You’re not so bad yourself, baby…” you whisper with a smile.

“Mmmmmmm” he hums contentedly, and softly, slowly, he leans in.  He touches his forehead to yours, and you feel his fingers tip your chin up, and just when you thought your heart couldn’t take anymore, he touches his nose to yours.

the eleventh doctor imagine [drabble] | you're sleeping

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warnings: fluff, drabble, possible typos because my laptop is broken so this was written on my phone

prompt: [requested by anon] hello could I request doctor who imagine the eleventh doctor watching you sleep & realizes he’s in love with you? thanks

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Perhaps it was because things were easier to admit to oneself in the dark, when every thing was still and hidden and disconnected from real life, or perhaps it was just because he thought you were at your most beautiful when you were completely and utterly filled with peace and so very oblivious to anything but your own dreams, but The Doctor always knew, and could admit, that he was in love with you when you were asleep. He knew any other time, of course, but there was something about seeing you sleep that made it certain, because he might have been bored by your lack of consciousness otherwise, if it was anyone else.

He knew it now. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep while he was babbling on excitedly about all of his timey-wimey nonsense, but you were exhausted after a long day of fighting and you had dosed off through no fault of your own. He didn’t realise at first, not until he noticed you hadn’t interrupted him or tried to get him to be quiet in a while. Then, when he did, his voice trailed off and he smiled slightly at the sight of you. Your mouth was half-open, your hair splayed over your face in strands. You were completely gone–and he knew he was in love with you. Because you were beautiful, and effortlessly so now. Because having somebody comfortable enough to fall asleep next to him that he could listen to your slowed breathing and watch your eyes flutter every now and again was something he had never expected to have, was something that made him feel a lot less alone than he had in a very long time. Because you were you, and both asleep and awake you were filled with a life that made both his hearts beat a little faster. And he just couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help reaching out and moving your hair from your face so that he could see you properly. He couldn’t help pulling a blanket over you, because he knew you got cold and he knew if you did, it would wake you up. He couldn’t help mumbling in a slow, trembling, and extremely quiet voice that he was completely and utterly in love with you, and he wished he could tell you so when you were awake. He wished he could do a lot of things. He wished, as he looked at the perfect outline of your face, illuminated by the very dim light of the T.A.R.D.I.S, that he could trace every inch of it by way of memorising it. He wished he could kiss you, not just on your lips but your forehead, your jawline, all of the places he found beautiful. He wished you hadn’t woken up when he had spoken so freely, so carelessly–but of course you had.

Usually you were a heavy sleeper, but his voice was often the only one that could rouse you from sleep and you frowned at his words, eyes still closed. “You’re what?” you murmured in a voice heavy from sleep.

“I’m … I’m …” he stuttered, pulling his hand from where it had been stroking your hair quickly. “I didn’t know you were awake. I’m sorry.”

You opened one eye then to look at him. “What did you say, Doctor? Tell me.”

“I can’t.” He gulped, knowing of course that you had heard his confession. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”

“Go back to sleep, [Y/N]. Please.” He was pleading with you because he knew if he didn’t, he would say it. He didn’t have the restraint to stop it.

“Say it again. Just once, and then I’ll go back to sleep and forget all about it. Please, Doctor.” You knew it was a lie. You would never forget it, even in your state of exhaustion.“

”[Y/N].“ He looked down at you, his fingers returning to your hair, and then the pad of his thumb resting on your bottom lip. You returned his gaze with hooded, glistening eyes, and he knew then he couldn’t deny you. His expression softened. “I am in love with you. I am in love with you in ways I shouldn’t be–in ways I can’t be. I am in love with you, [Y/N], and there is nothing you nor I can do about it.”

There was so much more he wanted to say; all of the things he loved about you, all of the reasons he had let his hearts open for you after so much pain and loss, but the words wouldn’t come and he wouldn’t make them. He had said enough, and both of you knew that. Both of you could be content with that, for now.

“Was that so hard?” you whispered finally, letting the corner of your mouth quirk up in a smirk. “For what it’s worth, I’m in love with you, too, though I’m not sure how keen I am on you watching me while I sleep.”

If you weren’t half-asleep, there might have been more to say, but there wasn’t, so you shut your eyes with a smile still painted on your lips.

He got up to leave, only making it halfway up before he felt your clammy hand circle his wrist. “That doesn’t mean I want you to leave,” you said.

He nodded and returned to his position on the bed beside you, leaning against the headboard and tracing lines on the arm that had escaped the blanket. As your breathing slowed again, he wondered how it was you could pass so quickly between the conscious and the unconscious, how one moment you could be here beside him, talking and smiling, and the next completely unreachable. He wished he could follow you to wherever it was you went, but knew it was enough just to lie beside you and feel your physical presence, watch you and savour the moments that were his and only his, and could never belong to anybody else.

Perhaps that was what it was. Perhaps that was why he loved these moments so much; because he was the only one in them. Nothing could take them away or interrupt them. He could spend all night with you in your purest, most vulnerable form and have it feel like an eternity. He would not waste the time he had with you.

He didn’t. He was still beside you hours later when you awoke, still with a soft expression and still searching for new things to love about you. Asleep or awake, there would always be new things to love about you. He had discovered that tonight.