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You Don’t Have to be Superman

(Put a read more in cause it got kinda really long oops)

  • Ladybug and Chat Noir are together
    • Like together together
    • Very much together
    • And everyone knows it
  • They don’t know each other’s identities because it’s not safe, not with Hawkmoth still out there
    • When they defeat him, that’s when they’ll tell each other, they promise
  • They defeat Hawkmoth when they’re twenty three and Gabriel Agreste goes to prison
  • Their Miraculouses are running down, or Adrien needs a minute to himself, or something, but the point is, they split up and are going to meet up that night and reveal themselves
  • Marinette doesn’t count on Tikki and the earrings disappearing as soon as she transforms
    • It’s awful, but she and Chat are in this together and they’ve got a hotel room booked so she’ll just meet him there
  • Adrien doesn’t count on there being a lot of paper work when it turns out your father is a supervillain
    • There’s a lot
    • Nathalie is handling it mostly but they still need his signatures and no one is letting him out of their sight
  • Marinette goes to the hotel room and waits for Chat to arrive
    • He doesn’t
  • Adrien glances at the clock every few seconds, trying to pull himself away from the mess of his life for long enough to get to Ladybug
    • He can’t

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Hotel in Paris - Scott McCall

word count: 5508
warnings: smut! (i tried!) and swearing
summary: the 6b plot line is thrown away and instead everybody’s going to France.  But your werewolf boyfriend is sorta in heat…


You were almost finished packing up, even though Scott and Lydia would be there to pick you up in twenty minutes to leave for the airport, you hadn’t brought yourself to actually pack until today.  And even when you’d pulled out your suitcase and picked out the outfits you’d wanted, you hadn’t even gotten around to getting it done until now.

You were frantically folding clothes and stuffing them into your suitcase while also packing a travel cosmetics bag and making sure your phone was charging.  You felt hectic, rushed, and it was making you anxious.

“Babe this whole room reeks of anxiety” You turned around, seeing Scott at your doorway and you freaked out even more.

“Oh my god are we leaving right now?” You asked, the panic evident in your voice.  Scott came into the room and set his hands on either of your arms.

“No, no I just wanted to come early to see you” He said gently.  “Calm down, you’re okay” He continued, and you sighed in relief.

“Thank God” You breathed, and went back to your packing.  Scott smiled at you, and watched anxiously as you put folded clothes into your suitcase.  He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, setting his chin on your head, then your shoulder.  You giggled at the feeling of his nose nuzzling into your neck.  “What? Why’re you all cuddly?” You asked, rubbing your hand over his that was set on your hip.  You continued to finish up your packing.

“Because you smell so good” He hummed lowly, making your stomach flip over.  His mouth latched to your neck, kissing and sucking on the side of your throat, successfully halting your work.

“Sc-Scott” You whined.  “I don’t have time for this” You told him, and he pulled his lips away from you, giving you a pout.  You turned your head and held his chin in your hand, pulling his lips against yours.  You held the kiss for a few moments before pulling away.

But even as you continued your packing, he kept his arms around you, and awkwardly waddled behind you whenever you moved.  You giggled, but didn’t try to pull out of his hold.  You liked being in his arms too much.  And it was calming you down enough to get all packed up.

“I love you” Scott told you in a wanting voice.  You turned to look at him, raising a brow.

“I love you too baby” You replied, and he stole a kiss from you, making you laugh quietly.  “Are you alright?” You asked him, and he nodded, closing his eyes and setting his chin back on your shoulder.  “Scott?” You asked, finally pulling out of his hold to turn around and face him.  But his arms grabbed onto you again.  “Open your eyes” You ordered.  He shook his head.  You rolled your eyes and curled your fingers around his crooked jaw.  “Scott” You said sternly.  “Open them”

He let out a long huff before opening his eyes, revealing their red color.

“You’re in heat?” You asked, and he hung his head with a sigh.  You giggled softly, and lifted his face with your hands.

“Hey… it’s alright” You said softly, stepping closer to him so you could peck his lips.  “And I promise…” You trailed off, leaning up so your lips were next to his ear.  “When we get there, we can have hot… hotel… Paris… sex” You said slowly.  Scott shuddered, and his hands gripped your waist tighter.

“Fuck baby I love you” He said before capturing your lips in his in a searing kiss.  You moaned, your hands running through his hair and gripping onto the dark strands.  He growled in response, quickly releasing your waist so that he could grip your thighs, lifting you up against him.  You obliged, wrapping your arms around his waist and rubbing up against him eagerly, your lips still locking against his, becoming more aggressive.

“Alright so who’s ready for- AH NO NO!” You leap off of Scott and chased after Lydia, who’d barely stepped into your room before running out screaming.

“Lyds!” You called after her.

“I’ll… I’ll get your suitcase” Scott said, but you were already down the stairs.

“Lyds I’m so sorry” You breathed, and she chuckled, shaking her head.

“It’s fine I’m totally messing with you.  Seems like you and Scotty are getting real hot and bothered together though” She said with a wink.  You flustered awkwardly, knowing he could hear your voices perfectly clear.  As well as your rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah uh… yeah” You sighed.  “Let’s just get going” You said, just as Scott made it down the stairs.  You smiled sweetly at him upon realizing he’d brought down your bags for you.  “Awe, thanks babe” You said, taking your backpack and suitcase from him and pecking him on the cheek.

“Alright! Let’s get going!” Lydia said excitedly, and led the way out the door.

After picking up Stiles and Malia, you were heading to the airport.  You sat in the back of the jeep in between Scott and Malia.  While Lydia sat in the front with Stiles who was now driving.  It was getting dark out as you drove through the town.  Lydia was going on excitedly about the trip, telling Stiles about the food and Malia all about the boys.  But you were just tiredly looking out the window whilst keeping your arm linked through Scott’s.  When you felt his hand caressing over yours, you looked over at him.

“You okay?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows at the question.

“I’m fine, why?” You replied.

“They’re getting all pumped and you’re quiet” He said.  “Just making sure you’re alright” You smiled at his sweetness and let him kiss your cheek.

“You’re the sweetest, you know that?” You asked, before leaning your head against his shoulder.  Scott just chuckled and let you rest there against him.

You were excited for this trip, very excited.  Especially to spend it with Scott.

You were tiredly standing at the gate where your flight was going to start boarding in a few minutes.  Malia was slouched on a chair, as was Stiles next to her.  Lydia sat on the floor, her head lying against Stiles’ legs while he ran his hands through her hair.  But you were standing with Scott, practically leaning against him.

“On the flight, you can sleep the whole way, alright?” He told you.  “It’s a whole eleven hours” You closed your eyes tight at the idea of being on a plane until six in the morning.

“Alright” You finally answered, and tried to relax against Scott.

“Now boarding flight 32, to Paris, France” The stewardess at the desk said over the microphone.

“Whoo that’s us!” Lydia leaped up, pulling Stiles by his hands.  Where s you Malia and Scott were a little more slow and tired to cheer along with them.  “Come on guys come on!” Lydia took everyone’s boarding passes and gave them to the woman at the desk all at once.  She counted through them, then looked up at the group in front of her, looking slightly frustrated.

“Alright, have a safe trip” She said, and you all exchanged excited grins as Stiles took back the boarding and handed them out to everyone before walking into the tunnel connecting to the plane.  Scott’s hand latched onto yours, looking over your shoulder to see what your assigned seat number was.  27.

“Did anyone get 26?” He called, and you smiled up at him while he exchanged tickets with Lydia.  “What?” He asked you, and you squeezed his hand, stepping into the actual plane with Scott close behind.

“You’re so cute” You said, finding your seat, and trying to quickly pick up your suitcase to put it in the overhead stowaway.  But Scott swiftly grabbed it and lifted it with one hand with ease, then put his own up with yours as well.  Again, you smiled and shook your head, then sat in the seat by the window, Scott sitting down next to you.  “What’d I do to deserve you?” You asked him, buckling in your seat belt.  Scott grinned lopsidedly towards you.

“You were being absolutely yourself” He said, making you blush and laugh nervously.  Scott watched you as you settled in, your hands slightly tightened on the armrest of your seat, and your eyes kept glancing out the window, up at the sky.  His brow furrowed as he hurt your quick beating heart.  “y/n?”

“Hm?” You turned your head to look at his concerned brown eyes.  Scott leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“Are you afraid of flying?” He asked you softly.  You opened your mouth to answer, but a short dinging sound rang and the captain’s voice was heard over the com.

“This is your captain speaking,” A man’s voice rang through the plane.  He continued with the general guidelines and safety procedures that the stewardesses showed everyone as example.  But Scott kept talking to you.

“I promise, that you are completely, and absolutely safe” He said, taking your hand in both of his.  You smiled weakly at him, and he placed a kiss on your knuckles.  “Nothing’s gonna happen, I wouldn’t let it” You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“What a hero, stopping a plane crash” You said quietly, trying not to disturb the safety procedure being displayed.

“I would if it’d keep you safe” He said seriously, and again you laughed quietly.  Only Scott McCall.

Soon after the demonstration was over, the plane began to move, and out of instinct you squeezed onto Scott’s hand, your heart racing in your chest.  You’ve never been on a flight before, and the mere idea of being thousands of feet off the ground really freaked you out.  Your eyes shut tight, begging yourself not to look outside as it began to speed down the runway.

“You’re okay” Scott whispered to you, turning to face you and listening carefully to your heartbeat.  “It’s alright, you’re safe” He continued to murmur.  The wheels began to skid against the ground as the aircraft was lifting off into the air.  A small gasp came from your throat, but in seconds Scott had turned your head to face him, and slanted his lips over yours.  Your heart beat gradually slowed as he kissed you sweetly.  While his stomach was flipping and the beast in him felt his desire begin to pool in his chest, a heat coming over him at the feeling of your plump lips against his, he tried to brush over the feeling and keep the kiss gentle.  When you parted, you smiled at him, and he waited to open his eyes, until he knew they wouldn’t be blood red.

From the look you gave him, he could tell they still were.

“How long will this last?” You asked him, worry in your tone.

“Uhm” Scott swallowed and blinked a few times.

“The color’s gone” You whispered when his eyes were back to their normal chocolate brown.  “How long?” You questioned again.  Scott’s foot tapped on the floor.

“Until I do something about it” He mumbled.  You smiled sadly.

Of course you wanted to help him out now, you surely felt a similar burn that shot from your chest right down to your core that he must’ve felt as well, an intensified arousal.

“I’m sorry baby” You said softly, your brows drawn together in worry for him.  “I wish I could help you sooner than later” Scott’s lips quirked up, his eyes flickering in between yours.

“It’s alright love” He hummed, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arm around you, letting you lay your head onto his shoulder.  He held you as close as he could while confined in his seat.  You let out a soft sigh, feeling safe in his arms.

“I love you” You mumbled, eyes beginning to droop shut tiredly.  Scott pressed his lips against your head, holding them there for a minute.

“I love you too baby” He whispered into your hair before you passed out against him.


When you woke up again, you found that both of your arms were wound around Scott’s torso, and the arm that he had around you was gently running his fingertips up and down your spine.  You blinked your eyes open to see that he had a book in his other hand, reading it intently.  You smiled, basking in the moment for a few minutes before he could realize that you were awake.

“Morning sleepyhead” Scott said, still caressing your back.  You sighed slightly out of defeat, and moved to sit up properly, but Scott kept you snug against him.  “Don’t move” He mumbled, turning the page without looking away from it.  You gladly snuggled back into him.

“How long was I out?” You asked, and he made a hum as he checked the time on is phone to think about it.

“About three hours” He said quietly.  You hummed, and looked back at his book.  But Scott closed it and put it in his backpack.  “Have your weird dreams?” He asked, and you chuckled.  Scott always liked to listen to your weird dreams.

“No, not really” You sighed, making him frown.  “No I dreamt about Paris”

He smiled.

“Yeah? What about it?” He asked, his curiosity peaked as he somehow managed to pull you closer against him.

“Just… walking along sidewalks and looking at shops and talking all French-y” You giggled and it was a sound that brought a smile to his lips.

“Was I there?” You hummed and nodded.

“Course you were.  You’re in all my dreams Scott McCall” You said in a playful tone, then leaned slightly off of him to press your lips sweetly against his cheek.  He grinned, holding you close again.

“Well aren’t you soft today”

“Trying to be soft so you won’t be hard” You murmured just quiet enough that surrounding passengers wouldn’t hear, but that his enhanced hearing could pick it up easily.  He sighed, hanging his head for a moment.

“You know, you’re lucky you’re adorable” He breathed heavily, and you closed your eyes, snuggling back into him.

“I wanna sleep some more” You huffed.  “But I can’t now”

“Mm you want to listen to some music?” Scott asked, and you grinned up at him, but he was already getting his phone and earbuds back out.  “Good, because I made you a special playlist, just for this trip” You blushed at him, looking over his arm to see his screen.  But he blocked your view, offering you the earbud closest to you.  “Just listen to it” He said, and you gave him a playful glare before putting it in.

“Alright alright” You said, watching as he put in one as well.  A content smile played on your lips as you closed your eyes before he pushed play, trying to divulge yourself completely in the music.  Instantly the smile grew as an unfamiliar tune played but one that beautifull filled your ear.

Scott watched you as you drifted off next to him.  He wasn’t sure if you were falling asleep, or if you were just enjoying the music.  When your head hit his shoulder and a soft hum of a snore came out of your lips, he figured you were asleep.

His head slumped atop yours, and not long after he was dozed off as well.


You woke up to the feeling of a soft nudge against your shoulder.  You blinked, and looked over to see who had tapped you.  You were surprised to see Stiles was standing in the aisle, the back of his hand had been tapping against your shoulder.

“Mm- what-” You began to mumble, but he put a finger to his lips and nodded to Scott, causing you to look up and see he was fast asleep.  You smiled, adoring his peaceful sleeping puppy-like expression.

“Alright there heart eyes” Stiles hissed quietly.  “I just wanted to know if you were going to eat your cookie” You rolled your eyes, but grabbed the complimentary package off of the tray in front of your seat and handed it to him.  Stiles grinned and winked at you before going back to his seat.  You could hear Lydia scolding him quietly for taking your cookie, which only made you chuckle as you leaned back into Scott, putting back in your earbud.

“y/n?” You sighed slightly when you heard Scott’s voice, looking up at him guiltily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up” You said, but he smiled and shook his head.

“No worries” He mumbled.  “Besides, it can’t be that much longer of a flight can it?”


seven hours later


“Remember over five hours ago when you said it wasn’t a long flight?” You yawned as you dragged your suitcase into the hotel.  Scott couldn’t even reply coherently.  In fact, everyone was very visibly exhausted.  You were sure that Malia was going to drop onto the floor any moment, and that one of you would have to carry her and her suitcase to your rooms.  You watched warily and with little interest as Lydia and Scott were at the counter, checking in and asking for room keys.  As well as other questions about things like breakfast and towels provided by the hotel.

“Hey” Stiles’ elbow bumped yours, and you blinked slowly towards him when you turned to him.  “You feeling alright? You’ve seemed off”

“Just… tired I suppose” You said, and Stiles gave you a look.  “Okay and I guess that I’m a little nervous this vacation isn’t going to… work” You told him slowly.

“Not going to work?”

“I mean, we’re supposed to be protecting Beacon Hills, what if something happens while we aren’t there? What if something happens while we’re here?”

“Hon, nothing’s gonna happen” Malia said.  You looked over to see she had the handle of her suitcase extended, her elbow resting on it and her hand supporting her head.  You were genuinely surprised she hadn’t fallen asleep standing there.

“We don’t know that” You mumbled with a shrug.  Malia made a big yawn and smacked her lips a few times.

“Pro’lly won’t tho…” You and Stiles looked to each other, both of you wondering if you should do something about her or not.

“Alright you guys, we got the keys finally” Scott and Lydia came back over to you, each of them holding a room key.  “Boys and girls?” The banshee asked, glancing over everyone.

“No way!”

“Definitely not!”

Both Scott and Stiles perked up instantly, shooting down the idea.  You almost jumped at how loud and quickly your boyfriend had spoken, your sleepy state vanishing as a more aware feeling replaced it.

“Really?” Lydia asked with a bored tone, but she was mostly just talking to Stiles.

“Yeah I mean… ya know…” If you weren’t so tired and if Stiles wasn’t so cringey, you would’ve made a comment.

“Babe, it’s one a.m, we’ve been on a plane, for nearly twelve hours, you really wanna-”

“Okay okay okay okay, Malia, come on you’re staying in our room” Stiles said, waving the werecoyote over to them.  Malia dragged her feet after them as they headed to the elevator, their suitcases rolling behind them.

“Guess that means we get our own room” You said to Scott with a quick wink before snatching the room key card out of his fingers.  His throat went dry and all he could do was stare at you.  “317” You read aloud, and handed the card back to him.  “Third floor it is.  Where are the others staying?” You asked as you and Scott began to head towards the elevator your friends had just taken.

“Fourth… wait…. Fifth.  Yeah I think fifth” You chuckled quietly and nodded, leaning against him as he pushed the button, waiting for the shaft to come back to the first floor.  Scott wrapped his arm around you without second thought, his palm running up and down your upper arm.  “You get anymore sleep on the plane?” He asked, and you tilted your hand back and forth as if to say so-so.

“I was, then Stiles woke me up to ask for my cookie” Scott laughed and shook his head.

“None after that?”

“Eh, I was enjoying your music.  You made me a magnificent playlist Scott thank you” You told him with a sweet smile.  He smiled back and kissed your head.

“I’m glad” He hummed before the doors opened.  You stepped in, Scott sliding his arm down around your waist, waiting impatiently for the doors to close again so you’d be secluded.  Luckily no one else was there.

So when the elevator dinged and the doors slid shut again, Scott released his luggage, tugging you closer and smashing his lips against yours.  You moaned instantly out of surprise, but your arms quickly flung around his neck so you could hold yourself more securely against him.  Your lips moved feverishly and all attempts for your tongue to dominate over his failed.  The mere idea of someone coming onto the elevator was the furthest thing from your mind as he shoved you against the wall, moving quickly towards your neck and leaving a trail of kisses everywhere he went.

“Sc-Scott” You barely mumbled out as he found your sweet spot with ease, furiously sucking on it and you swore you could’ve come right then, no stimulation or anything just the feel of him caging you in and his tongue rolling over a newly made love bite just below your ear.

“Shh, we’re on our floor” He spoke lowly, and fixed your hair and outfit for you.  Surely enough, the elevator slowed to a stop, and you shakily grabbed your suitcase before the doors opened again.

You’d give anything to have the room two floors higher right about now.

But you just tried to adjust yourself appropriately and follow him out into the hallways, heading towards your room.  You kept your steps quick, and not once did his grip on your hand loosen.  Even as you reached your room and he slid the keycard through the electric scanner, he still held onto you and pushed through the door.  You rushed in first, grabbing his suitcase in your empty hand and pushed them both into the small closet.  You could faintly hear the door close, but your heart was thundering so fast in your chest with adrenaline and lust that you didn’t register it until you turned to see it had closed, encasing you and Scott in the darkness of the hotel room.  He was already shrugging off his jacket, but took too long so you gripped the sleeves, and yanked them down his arms, discarding the offending coat to the floor and crashing your lips up to his.

A strangled sound that was a cross between a moan and a gasp left his lips upon your sudden action, and he wasted no more time as his hands found your hips, fingers slipping under the material of your shirt and pulling it swiftly up over your head.  It joined his own jacket on the floor.  The alpha smirked at you as he pulled his own shirt over his head, as though the action couldn’t have been done fast enough.  His hands cupped around your face for a moment as he kissed you again, softly but quickly.  Both of your feet blindly moved backwards, hoping to find where the bed was located.  Your shuffling stopped when he abruptly dropped his hands to your ass, lifting you up forcefully against him.  It was like instinct took over as they wrapped around his waist while his mouth leisurely left love bites all over your neck.  Your head tilted back as a filthy moan tumbled from your lips.  This only piqued Scott’s interest as he took to licking a light stripe from your clavical all along the front of your throat.

“Fuck” You whispered, never having had him do that before, but it was hot.  You lowered your head again to kiss him roughly, biting gently down on his bottom lip, and before he could even react, you were slipping your tongue into his shocked and now open for entry mouth.  This time Scott was prepared, his own tongue winning the battle of dominance before yours could even try.  You whined at your loss, but Scott didn’t seem to care.

“Awe, poor baby” He murmured, the tip of his nose sliding temptingly along your jaw, settling and nuzzling into the sweet spot below your ear that he’d previously left a small but deep purple mark.  You fisted your hands into his thick hair, a silent beg for something to happen.

And he granted this wish, dropping you completely onto the mattress which emitted a small yelp from your lips as you fell back, but you took the moment apart to wiggle out of your cozy travel leggings and kick them desperately to the floor.  Scott grinned, his hands wrapping around your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed.  You smirked up at him briefly before he slanted his lips over yours hungrily, a groan deep in his throat.  The sound only spurred you on further, hands flying out to the buckle of his belt and undoing it in lightning speed.  Scott chuckled.

“Eager are we?” He asked, and you looked up at him as you pulled the leather strap from all the loops around his jeans.  You grinned, getting up on your knees on the bed so that you were eye level with him.  His belt being dropped to the floor as you loosely laid your arms over his shoulders.

“Scott, I love you” You started sweetly, but leaned closer and seductively whispered, “But there’s something really fucking sexy about you when you’re in heat” He rose a brow at you, as though questioning your statement.

“Really?” He mused, and before you could reply, you were pinned back onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours.  “Because I think you forget how this goes” He growled out, causing all the air in your lungs to be lost.  “You think I’m going to beg for you?” Scott’s lips moved slowly as he spoke, a mere inch away from yours and you so terribly needed to feel them against yours again.  “You’re mine” He uttered, fingers trailing down your bare side, dancing along the hem of your panties and making you squirm.

“Scott” You whimpered, and he smirked at you.

“You’re the one who begs, I take what I want” He said in a smugness you’d never heard before.  He ducked his head down, lips planted wet kiss down your chest and between the valley of your breasts.  “These?” He kissed the swell of either breast, “Are mine” He continued, kissing down your stomach as it dipped in while you sucked in a harsh breath.  He looked up at you as he reached the hem of your panties once more, your eyes connecting and something fiery igniting inside of you.  Scott kept this gaze as he took two of his fingers, and stuck them into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he wet them.  You stirred on the blankets, but his other hand kept your hip planted down against bed.  “This?” He whispered, tucking the inner silk fabric to the side.  You hissed as he blew cool air against your wetness, then swiped his fingers up the slick entrance.  “Mine” He uttered, and again licked his fingers clean.

With that, he yanked your panties down your legs, and crawled back up your body to plant a hard kiss against your lips.

“So,” He murmured, kicking off his own boxers.  “You better start begging”

“Please” You cried out quietly, your brows scrunching together as you tried to wiggle up towards him, hoping to relieve some of the tension, but he kept you firmly pressed against the covers.

“Please… what?” He taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.  You groaned, hands wrapping over his shoulders at the base of his neck, pulling him down closer to you.

“Fuck me” You uttered out, and he smirked, lining himself up with your now dripping entrance.  He grinned, and without warning slammed into you.  You gasped, your hold on him tightening and your nails digging into his skin at the deliciously rough movement.  There wasn’t even time for you to adjust to his size, before he was rolling his hips again, your tits bouncing as your head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut as more and more desire flooded through your body.

Scott’s hands rose from where he kept himself up on the mattress, to grip onto the headboard, thrusting into you again, then keeping is quick pace.  Quicker than usual that is.

“Sc-Scott” You moaned, jaw quivering slightly as you met each of his thrusts, gasping slightly as he hit a spot deep inside you that made your muscles quiver.  “F-fuck fuck keep doing that” You pleaded, barely opening your eyes enough to see his own irises were glowing a blood red color.  Scott complied, and you could hear the wood headboard hitting the wall as is grip on it tightened.  Your shaking legs wrapped up around his hips again, allowing him further inside of you.  You snuck a hand down your stomach, your middle and forefinger coming into contact with your swollen clit and rubbing quickly over the sensitive nub, only making your moans louder.

You only cared about being heard by others in the hotel for a mere .2 seconds.

Once Scott swatted your pleasuring hand away and replaced your fingers with his thumb, rubbing tight figure eights over your clit as he continued pounding into you, you lost all care.  You practically screamed his name, along with other incoherent but dirty cries.  Scott leaned over slightly, eyes flickering from yours to his lips, his movements not stalling once as he kissed you roughly, teeth catching your plump lip before rolling his tongue over the area.  Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his as he pulled his mouth away from yours.

“I-I’m close” You stammered, your open lips brushing against his as he continued on.  “Scott harder p-please” You whined, and he obeyed, a snug smirk toying on his lips as the hand that had previously been rubbing feverishly on your clit, gripped onto your hip to stop your own movements, and slam your hips against his roughly.  You gasped and you were certain that every single muscle in your body was shaking, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.

“Fuck y/n” Scott grumbled, and you barely saw the red in his eyes before your vision flooded white and you were overcome with a wave of pleasure.  You screamed out his name one last time, and soon after you could feel hot semen flowing inside of you.  Your eyes had fallen shut, and you felt the bed shift as he fell to his side next to you.

Your chest heaved and you both layed sprawled naked (though in all the rushed madness you hadn’t even taken your bra off).  Your hand blindly reached for him, the back of your knuckles resting on his chest for a moment.  Scott turned his head towards you, taking in your exhausted state as he clasped his hand around your momentarily before getting up.  He pulled his boxers back on, and went over to where you’d haphazardly shoved them.

You were almost asleep when you felt him adjust your legs, slipping a soft new pair of cotton panties and kissing your forehead as he maneuvered your body up slightly so he could undo the clasp of your bra, and pulling the straps off your arms.

“Back for more?” You mumbled sleepily, and he couldn’t help his chuckle as he helped you into a tee shirt he’d packed just for you to sleep in.  You smiled gratefully, your arms wrapping around his neck before he could move away.  “Stay”

“Baby I am” He said, another small laugh, but you wouldn’t release.  So he just lifted you up and scooched you over slightly so he could crawl into bed, adjusting the covers to lay over your body and his.  You smiled lazily and snuggled right up next to him.

“Do you feel better now?” You whispered as you got comfortable against Scott’s chest.  He smiled, rubbing his thumb over your forehead comfortingly as he dropped a kiss there.

“Much” He hummed in response.  “I love you” You smiled, pulling back enough so you could hook your finger under his chin and pull his lips down to yours in a soft kiss.

“I love you too” You whispered out, kissing him again and then laying your cheek against his chest, warming you up instantaneously.  Scott sighed, his hands rubbing along your back, fingers trailing on your arms.

“Goodnight baby” He finally spoke quietly, his velvety lips still bushing over your head.

“Goodnight, Scott” You yawned back before falling asleep.


scott mccall in heat is my actual kink
(i could use feedback cuz i’m still new to smut?)

xoxo ~ jordie

it just makes me really sad that some of taylor’s fans genuinely treat her like a paid commodity rather than a person. some of y’all treat her worse than the media does. there’s like… this weird obsession w who she’s dating / could be dating / has dated / might have dated / might be fucking etc and a need to know everything about her personal life to a point where some people have let it get seriously out of hand (with the plane tracking, showing up at the courthouse, all that shit) and like… she gained weight to where she actually looks healthy but the first thing i saw was shit about how maybe she’s pregnant or maybe she got a boob job. how is that any different than slapping that on the front of a tabloid? besides it being from a fan, someone she trusts? it’s rough that she’s pulled away from her fans this era so far and i wish she hadn’t but in a way after seeing the way some of the people on here act it’s just… not surprising? i don’t blame her? i mean… she invited fans into her own goddamn home and half those people later turned around and stabbed her in the back. another portion of them lorded that over the other fans. idk, i just wish the discourse would die especially since it seems to have come to a point where people are attacking people.

6

So this is the process of the pine bench build that goes with the one legged pine table. This ensemble went (yes, I’m done already. Sorry for being a lazy bum and not uploading) into a relatively small kitchen. The diagonal braces are for mitered joins of the boards that go on top. The whole ensemble has a completely hand planed finish and a coat of sillica oil, which doesn’t darken the wood like linseed oil. You can see the planing done in an earlier post, where I fitted the dovetail pin in my kanna.

Gift Of Privacy

Seth Clearwater imagine requested by anon! “hello!! i was wondering if you were up for writing a seth clearwater smut? it would start off with him and y/n dating for a few months now, and seth finally tells her he loves her, and they make out and stuff in his house, then it builds into the sex? if you can, please make the beginning super fluff. thank you!!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: SMUT

You clung to Emily’s shoulders as she hugged you goodbye, the scent of her chamomile shampoo perfuming your senses as she repeated your plans for the next couple of days (lest you forget); you’d be staying with her and Kim while the wolves were off fighting the newborn army out for Bella Swan’s blood. It was the safest option for you; Emily’s house would be guarded by Colin and Brady in shifts (the other would be running border control to ensure the rest of La Push was safeguarded), which put you in the best possible position to avoid any stray vampires that might run through the Olympic Peninsula en route to tear at the Cullens… and your boyfriend. Sam, Jared, and Seth were aggressively on-board with the safehouse idea; not only would they worry less about their imprints being targets, but they would be able to keep a steady eye on you through the minds of their younger pack-mates. Also, they knew you’d all be well-fed, a perk none of the wolves thought lightly of. Seth’s hand closed around your own with a comfortable familiarity as Emily’s scarred lips pressed a parting kiss to your cheek, her slender fingers guiding you gently to Seth’s side as you both began your departure from the pack’s bonfire amidst a chorus of happy farewells. The heat of his fingers interlaced with your own, his temperature burning brighter than the fire sending amber sparks floating towards the night sky. His pace was shortened to match your own, his impossible growth spurt somehow still raging on, his warmth seeping from his uncovered skin to melt against your side. His eyes, so bright in such all-encompassing darkness, glowed from within as if they had harvested flames from the fire, his smile warm enough to match his overwhelming heat. His hand sent a happy pulse through to your palm, his fingers squeezing gently in the spaces between yours.

“You tired?” he inquired, his husky voice a mere whisper on the salted wind that blew in from the sea. You shook your head, focusing intently on the ground before you; you weren’t blessed with the supernatural grace your boyfriend possessed, and the darkness only made it more difficult to keep vertical… but more than your desperation in the department of remaining upright, you couldn’t bear to meet his eye for fear you would break down. Seth wiggled his fingers between yours, unbothered by the coming storm, leaning gently against your frame, his eyes all but begging for your attention. After finding you unresponsive, he quickened his pace, turning quickly before you, his hands smoothing over your shoulders. “Hey, what’s going on?” he breathed, his fingers delicately tilting your chin upward to meet his stare. “Y/n, talk to me,” he begged, an easy smile painting his features with a sense of ease you had to admire under such frightening circumstances. You sighed, expelling breath carelessly from your lungs, glancing behind you to ensure you were out of distance and far enough from the fire before you responded.

“I’m just… Seth, I’m just… worried about you, okay? And before you tell me it’s going to be an easy run and “you’ve done this before,” I have every right to be worried when you’re facing-off with a bunch of indestructible, immortal vampires while we’re all sat here with nothing better to do than make muffins.” Seth rolled his eyes, biting his lip to keep from smiling at your comical choice of words. Your hands smoothed over the planes of his chest, drawing his attention back to your face, his eyes alight beneath the electric touch of your skin on his. “Seth, I’m serious. I’m really, really scared. I don’t want to think about the possibility of you not coming back.” Seth’s grin was genuine and unhindered as it spread across his face, his eyes sparkling brightly as he brought his lips to your forehead, his arms winding around your body, holding you to the warmth of his chest. You sighed into his embrace, trying to memorize the scent that rose from his skin, the softness of his upper body beneath your fingertips, the rise and fall of his breathing against your cheek.

“Believe me, Y/n, I’ve got plenty of reasons to come home.” His palm smoothed over your hair once before shifting easily to your side, extending his hand for you to hold, winking when you accepted. “For example,” he began, stepping off the gravel of the road in favour of the street that lead to his home. “Those muffins you mentioned?” you rocked your body against his, stifling your laughter as he groaned with admiration. “Those alone would have me running back. My mom made me promise to come back in one piece, so I owe it to her,” he rambled, his thumb smoothing circles on the backside of your palm as you both approached the front door of Sue Clearwater’s single-story home. The weathered blue siding was visible only in the halo of light emanating from front porch’s lamp, the rest of the house melting to an inky black in the shadow of the night. He parted from your side, if only briefly, to swipe his hand beneath the welcome mat, returning with a key he used to unlock the deadbolt, holding the door open as his unoccupied hand ushered you inside. You stood in the darkness of his living room, your eyes searching blindly for evidence of the furniture you knew occupied the floorspace, kicking your shoes from your feet, hearing Seth do the same. Seth hit the lights, illuminating the vacant space, his hand snaking around your waist as he angled you in the direction of his bedroom. “Mom and Leah are coming back in an hour or two. She’s gotta talk with Billy, Sam, and Old Quil about the defense, and Leah said something about running perimeter with Colin, Brady, and Jared before she came back, but just in case that’s soon… I mean, every chance at privacy, right?” he laughed, watching your eyes roll as you recalled the many, many times Leah had complained about your “public displays of affection” in their shared family spaces. You waltzed forward, Seth’s hand extending to open his door before you could think to touch the doorknob, his laughter in your ear when he saw your surprise. You stepped into the familiar room, flicking on the light switch, Seth’s hand clapping over yours as you both raced to be the first to shed light on the minimal furnishings within. He backed you against the wall, kicking the door closed as he moved, his arm lingering by your face as your spine melted into the aged nay paint of his bedroom.

“You sure those are the only reasons you’re coming back? Muffins and your mom?” you breathed, Seth’s eyes burning intently on your own, his lips upturned in the corners to hear the sarcastic lilt in your voice. “Because if that’s the case I can head home right no-” his lips were on yours in an instant, his body inching towards your own until your chests were pressed together, you weight lifted onto your toes as his hands found your waist. He separated from you, too quickly for your liking, his exhale rushing over your face, his smile carrying the confident ease you’d come to recognize as a staple in the boy. His hands tangled in your hair, his forehead resting gently against your own, his eyes occupying every inch of your field of vision.

“You already know you’re the first and most important,” he emphasized, his eyes widening as he stressed his words, “reason I’m coming back. I thought that was a given,” he chuckled, his laughter increasing in volume to see your smile. “But since I see I need to remind the woman I love how important she is to me…” he separated from you, his forehead no longer spreading heat through yours, though still he moved closer, his lips hovering a breath away from your own, the both of you stalled in the aftermath of so simple a confession. Your hands stilled on his chest, his heart thrumming beneath the pads of your fingertips, his breath pushing and deflating against your palms. His eyes, so warm, so honest, bored into your very soul, your breath flowing as if between you was shared only a single pair of lungs. You breathed as one, neither one of you willing to break the silence, Seth’s heat flowing freely from the exposed skin of his chest to warm the limited space between you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Seth shook his head a fraction of an inch, his eyes full of adoration. “I love you,” he whispered, an oath on his lips as they pressed to yours. Your fingertips lifted to graze the hardened line of his jaw, feeling him shudder beneath your touch as his hands dropped to spread along your waist. Though you had found yourself in many a similar situation within the same walls of Seth’s bedroom, you felt yourself alight with sensations foreign to you before this moment. Suddenly, Sue and Leah’s absence seemed more a gift than an inevitable interruption.

Your hands reached along the bare expanse of his back, your fingertips trailing over the even bands of his muscles, feeling his body tighten and relax beneath your silken touch. You ran your palms over the ridge of his spine before retracting your touch, Seth’s groan audible even when his lips were otherwise occupied against your mouth. His hands tightened on your waist as your fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair, tugging gently at the nape of his neck, his lips separating from yours, his eyes clouded, the heat fogging his vision somehow visible in the deep chocolate of his irises. His tongue darted over his lips, a hesitation your proximity could not bar from your notice, his eyelashes fluttering as his gaze devoured your face. You ran your fingertips through his hair like a ghost, stroking his neck where the smoothness of his skin met his hairline, his eyes rolling back as his body quivered.

“Hey,” you whispered, breathlessly forcing your whisper to life, Seth’s eyes opening to meet your own. You smiled easily, his lips mirroring your expression as you spoke, heat radiating from one body to the other, untethered and owned by neither of you… or perhaps by both of you. “I love you too.” His lips were on yours in an instant, his smile obvious even when his face was concealed from your view by the blank expanse of the inside of your eyelids. His mouth traveled to the corner of your lips, his hands roaming up along the sides of your rib cage, tickling as he went. You giggled openly, aware of the emptiness of the house around you, your laughter transitioning to gasps as his lips pressed against the underside of your jaw. You collapsed slightly into his arms, his hands on your waist holding you firmly to his chest, backing you against the wall once more. “Seth,” you breathed, feeling the heat of his hands traveling upward once more. He hummed his acknowledgment into the skin of your neck, your pulse racing under his touch. “Seth, I…” your voice trailed off rather pathetically as Seth’s hands ravished your waist, his lips at your ear, his chuckle a breath against your hair. “H-how long did you say we had before your mom comes home?” He paused then, his eyes wide on yours, his hands squeezing against your hips.

“You don’t mean…?” you returned his stare, your eyes burning through the modest space that separated you. “Don’t get me wrong, Y/n, I want to, but it’s… I mean, the pack will know as soon as I phase, and they’re not going to stop talking about it for…” He exhaled slowly, reading your unwavering expression, his eyes never once leaving your face. “Are you sure?” he inquired, his voice stronger now, his hands lighter against your skin. You nodded, your body pressing ever tighter against his.

“They’re going to have other things to worry about, right? As long as you want this…” he grinned, his eyes all but smoking with the intensity of his heated stare. You breathed steadily, though your heart was hammering wildly within the confines of your chest. “Good.”

“Good,” Seth mirrored, his hands on your waist tightening, his lips diving for yours once again, the tempo of his embrace somewhat altered, though it lost none of its former passion. You returned the quiet fervor of his lips, losing yourself in the thrill of his skin against yours, uninhibited for the first time in his arms. Your fingertips traced the curve of his shoulder, the plains of his chest, the smooth valleys of his abdomen… stalling at the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched in your ear, his lips parting from yours momentarily, his hands looping beneath your legs as his body dipped. He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso easily, your ankles locking behind his back, your lips crashing against his as if your time together were far more limited than your reality had graciously allowed. He turned, one hand molding to the curve of your bottom, the other feeling blindly along the wall until his fingers struck the light switch, enveloping your world in darkness. Seth walked almost aimlessly towards his bed, his hands winding up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as his tongue darted over yours, the soft sounds of your kisses seeming to echo in the hazy air of his bedroom. Seth’s steps stopped abruptly as his knees struck the cushion of his mattress, his body bending slowly to rest you atop his bedspread, his lips ducking to your neck as he moved his body to hover over you. “Wait,” he breathed, his speech hindered by his lack of breath. He winced visibly, seeming to curse himself internally. “I don’t have any… I don’t have a-” he began, your thumb smoothing over his lower lip as his voice trailed off.

“It’s fine, Seth. I think it’s safe to say there hasn’t been anyone else, and there isn’t going to be anyone else for the both of us. Just… you know, when you’re done, just…” Seth chuckled breathlessly, his cheeks burning even in the darkness of his bedroom. He dipped his lips to yours, his body meeting yours in strange new ways, a hardness pressing against your center through your clothing. His hands inched towards the hem of your shirt, your back arching to allow Seth to remove your shirt with ease, slipping the garment over your head. You brought yourself up to meet his lips, pushing against the mattress until you were sat in his lap, your hands between your bodies untying the drawstring that held his shorts to his body, his breath hissing from between his lips as your fingers brushed against his growing erection. He unclipped your bra behind your back, your hands rushing the fabric from your shoulders. He slipped from beneath you to stand by the bed, removing his shorts and standing before you in his undergarments, his hands hovering by his hips, unsure what to do. You knelt atop the bedspread, your hands hovering beside his until he dropped his arms, your palms spreading over his waist. You ducked your fingers beneath his waistband and eased the fabric toward his knees, revealing the full sight of him. He sighed, the tenor of his breath an anxious note in the air as he stood, bare, beside his bed. He stepped free of his last remaining article of clothing, your fingers trailing along the sides of his thighs. His hands found your face, cradling your cheeks as his lips met yours, his body once more leaning over yours until the both of you were laying on the bed. His palms smoothed over your neck and stalled at your chest, his hands exploring the softness of your breasts, your breath releasing in quiet bursts of sound bearing striking resemblance to Seth’s name. He kissed further down your body, his mouth following his hands as he worked towards your underwear, his eyes lifting to yours as he slid the garment from your body, your hips lifting and falling as he removed your clothing. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes raked over your body, his head shaking.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands ghosting over your hips. You reached for his shoulders, pulling him over you, his erection prodding your entrance, your breathing hiking in time with his. “You’re sure?” he asked once more, your confirmation vocalized on a breathless whimper. His hand fell to the level of his waist, and suddenly the contact was so much more… secure. He lifted his eyes to yours, his bottom lip bitten mercilessly as he eased himself inside of you. Your breath rushed from your lungs, the tightness radiating throughout your entire body. You felt… almost claustrophobic, in a way, as if there weren’t enough space in the world to make you feel vacant again. Seth slowed, his movement stalled, his voice low and fragile. “Y/n,” he breathed, your eyes finding his again through the darkness. He moved once more, filling you with ease. You lifted your head from his pillows, your lips hungry for the taste of his mouth as he began to move within. His thrusts were slow to begin, setting a patient, steady pace. You couldn’t help but feel as though he were milking every moment in fear of never again finding so much time, the battle the morning would bring lingering on the horizon of your mind as he moved with you. His hands lifted you from the mattress, winding your legs around his waist, his palms aiding your rise and fall as his lips explored the edge of your collarbones. Your fingers ran gently through his hair, pulling his face from your chest and reassigning his lips to meet with yours. “Y/n…” he trembled, his brow knotted as he moved, his pace quickening, his hands guiding you with less and less intent. He bent forward, resting you against the mattress once more, his thrusts more erratic than before, your breathing hiking as the pleasure within your core grew.

You breathed his name, a low oath on your lips, your hands clasped tightly to his back as he thrust deep within you, holding onto his body for dear life lest a lack of contact send you hurtling off some great precipice. He slowed again, his breathing coarse in the space between you, his kisses becoming blissfully sloppier, the tension in your abdomen growing as heat spread throughout your limbs, your mind growing fuzzy. He rocked into you, his hips moving like liquid, his mouth pressing blindly into your neck as you felt your body begin to convulse around him. You exhaled lowly, your eyes painting the darkness with brilliant white you knew existed only in your mind, your mouth open over a breathless exclamation of Seth’s name. You were separated, suddenly and without warning, as Seth pulled himself away from your body, his head tilting backwards as he came undone before you, the evidence of his release unseen in the black of night. He collapsed beside you, your bodies tangling immediately, your leg slinging over his thigh to better cement yourself to his side. His fingers swept a strand of sweat-slick hair away from your forehead, the pad of his forefinger lingering against your temple. His smile was peaceful, easy, and warmer than you had ever seen it. His breath, still ragged, coursed over your face as he chuckled. You joined him, giddy in the aftermath of your intimate embrace, your hand smoothing over his chest as you settled against his pillows. You were quiet, then, the crickets beyond his walls singing sweetly into the crisp night air, the chill of which you were immune to with Seth by your side. You traced mindless patterns against his skin, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch, your mind rallying back to the dangers that await the man you loved in the early hours of the morning.

“Promise me you’ll be safe,” you whispered, your words falling calmly against the heated skin of his chest, his breath rising and falling in steady swells, his arm pulling you closer to his side. Seth pressed his lips firmly to your hair, inhaling deeply before whispering his response into the darkness of the empty house.

“I promise.”