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Dean Thinks You’re Hot

Title: Dean Thinks You’re Hot

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,122

Anon Request: you think you could write one where the reader feels insecure about her stretch marks/size and Jensen is her best friend and tries to help her feel better?

Warnings: Negative Thoughts, Low Self-Esteem, Fluff, Implied Smut

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated, friends! xoxox

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    Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.

    You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.

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jeon / jungkook (fuckboy,smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


summary: you hated his name but part of you wanted to feel his tongue on your skin

note: i wrote this as a one shot but if someone wants a part 2 let me know, i know it’s very short

warning: mentions of sex, smut


‘‘and i bent her over the table and I fucked her so hard, i don’t know how to explain this to you but fuck…’‘

here it is. his voice. that fucking annoying voice you hated so much. always bragging about how many girls he had fucked over, where he fucked them and most importantly how he fucked them.

jeon fucking jungkook

yup that was his name. the name that everyone was so familiar with, all the guys wanted to be his friends because they just thought how majestic he is, and between girls… well they all thought he was stunning, hot, basically a fuck boy.

you could lost count over how many girls he has slept with, and they all come back wanting more but he just pushes them away, getting ready to fuck a new girl.

you couldn’t listen anymore, you would be driving to school or home with the same bus as he because he lives very close to you, and every single day you would hear a different story of how he loves to fuck.

he basically had a group of friends that were pretty similar to him. always getting a new girl each weekend but no jeon was the ace of this group. it’s like he’s their leader and the other’s follow him.

‘‘can you be quiet for once jeon?!’‘ you screamed turning around to face him. he put a smirk on his face and licked his lips, biting them slowly and you focused on his bottom lip as it bounced a bit back ones he bit it. he turns to his friend and gets ready to say something before you turned around.

‘‘make me’‘ he says getting a laugh from his friend.

but funny thing is that no matter how hard you hated him, you still found him hot as hell. there have been multiple times of where he would say something to you ‘sex’ related and your cheeks were burning. that’s how fuck boys work, but you swore to yourself you would never let him touch you. or did you?

‘‘shut up’‘ you said before the bus finally hit stop and you were in front of school. getting your bag you waited for everyone to get off the bus, and then you stepped out. but before you could even get up a hand grabbed your forearm and dunked you down with them. you landed hard on someone’s chest, the person’s hand flung up to your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

the bus started moving again and no matter how hard you tried getting up it was no use. you couldn’t even turn to see who this person was, as they kept on having a tight grip on you. the bus stopped and the driver got off locking the vehicle. you jumped away from this person and turned around only to be met with him. jeon.

‘‘what the fuck jeon?!’‘ you screamed running up to the front of the bus, pushing the doors but they didn’t work. banging on them and windows was again no use as to no one was around, everyone already sitting in their school’s seats getting ready for their lessons, while you were stuck out here with him.

‘‘baby girl calm down, we’ve got the whole bus to ourselves’‘ he sat down on of the seats and put his legs up on a row in front of him. you stepped back towards him and hit him in his chest.

‘‘are you kidding me? get me out of here now!’‘

‘‘i don’t think so.’‘ he says before grabbing your waist and settling you down on his lap. 99% of the time he would wear black skinny jeans, where his thigh’s would show. those thigh’s that made you wet every single time you would look at him. let’s be real here you wanted to fuck him but at the same time you hated him. he was a douche bag for sleeping with so many girls, where in reality he could just have one and fuck her over and over again as many times as he would want.

‘‘w-what are you..’‘

‘‘shhh just relax baby doll’‘

his mouth went up to your neck and slowly he sucked and tugged on your skin, licking around your sweet spot before moving somewhere else. he glided his tongue across from one of your ear lobes to the other one slowly kissing them. his hands were still on your waist and he dug his fingers in them, but from time to time he would stroke them, revealing your skin.

‘‘j-jeon..’‘ you managed to say but he continued to lick and suck on your skin at the neck. at this point it was already too late and you gave in. so what, you’re just going to be another girl that got fucked by jungkook, what’s the big deal?

‘‘move your neck baby, let me suck on the other side as well’‘ he hummed in your ear before you moved hair, exposing your soft skin. his mouth felt hot and his tongue felt amazing, sending you shivers down your spine you had to grab his arms because it felt so good.

until you heard a knock. it was the bus driver.

‘‘hey! get the hell out of here!’‘ he screamed before you packed all over your things and got out as soon as he unlocked the bus. you two ran and stopped in front of the school. jungkook grabbed your arm and kissed you, surprised you pulled away with a confused look.

‘‘see you around baby’‘ giving you one final smirk he left off to the class.

let’s just say that wasn’t your last time seeing jeon jungkook.

@amalasdraws

Hey, I drew you a dog pile(matsukawa, yahaba, kyoutani, hanamaki, kindaichi) oh also iwa is in their somewhere. Sled AU is so good….. i love it.

I wanted to do a comic but it turned out too long and i wouldnt have had the tim to do it. Ill put this under a read more once I’m off mobile I’m so sorry. But Just imagine Oikawa waking up at night cause he’s COLD and he sees iwa looking so warm so he gets up in his blanket burrito and when he’s about to lay down next to him he hears growling. Its kyoutani the dog. Oikawa is not in the mood cause he’s tired so he’s like “now listen here, I’ve seen snow dogs(2002) and if you don’t straighten up ill bite your ear then well see who’s laughing then” and then he hears “if you bite my dog, after he bites you back ill punch you in the nose” anyway iwa ends up letting him under his covers, and oikawa is happy. He sticks his tongue out at kyoutani and kyo sneezes on him. Bonus bad doodle of blanket oikawa sneaking around.  

gif cred : @spiderholland

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”


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Black Butterflies

Pairing: Y/N/Tattoo-Artist!Calum

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.700+

Summary: Trying to entertain a four year old can be hard at times when nothing seems to be right. But when Calum comes home and saves the day by drawing butterflies on his daughter just like real tattoos it seems to save the whole day

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FEBRUARY 12TH, 2016 -2

ERIC: This is the same projector that I revealed to you guys that Kyle’s in the Illuminati, and now we’re gonna reveal another big secret to you guys; How I killed Trent Boyett.

ERIC: And it was totally legal ‘cause, y’know, self defense and all that.

ERIC: It all started when I woke up in the middle of the night, pissed off that I was being hunted by a crazy man and still had to do midterms the next day. 

 ERIC: So I thought, fuck the midterms, fuck school, I’m gonna steal their cheat sheet.

ERIC: So I bust into school, looking for the midterm answers that the stupid school people always leave with the school records.

ERIC: It’s 5 am and there’s some dudes around but I’m super sneaky so I get by easily.

ERIC: Then all of a sudden, Trent’s behind me with a knife on my back.

ERIC: Yeah, the pussy stabs from behind apparently. Anyway, the ratty hick says if I don’t tell him what I was trying to do he’ll stab me. So I tell this guy that I was just trying to get the answers to a test. And he says in his dumb accent, “wyell then, I think we can use this.” Like he’s some criminal mastermind or some shit. Please.

KYLE: Ugh… dude…

KYLE: You sounded exactly like him just now.
STAN:

ERIC: [sigh] Yeah… apparently we have really similar voices. 

ERIC: That’s awkward.

ERIC: So anyway, then he pulls out a gun and tells me to text Kyle to lure him out.

ERIC: I ended up doing it because I didn’t have a plan. I tried to give Kyle hints but Trent was over my shoulder so I couldn’t give him much.

ERIC: Then he ties me up and for two hours I’m sitting in a boiler room for like 2 hours.

ERIC:  All of a sudden I hear Kyle kicking the shit out of Trent next door, trying not to get stabbed. But I don’t know what’s actually happening.

Then after hearing Kyle scream SUPER FUCKING LOUD, Trent runs in and grabs me, dragging me to this warehouse place and tying me up to the wall. Yeah, the fucker tied me up twice. He double tied me.

He’s super pissy so he decides to just start carving letters in my back.

ERIC: It says “Never Forget” according to him.

Guess he was really passionate about 9/11.

After that he goes on a rant about how he’s gonna catch us all, stab us to death and write Never Forget on all of our backs. I think that’s a stupid plan, so I tell him. 

ERIC: After a few tries, I actually convince him it’s a better idea to wait till he has us all gathered in one place and burn us alive, the way Ms. Claridge was burned alive. That way he won’t kill me right away and I have enough time for an escape plan.

So after a while Trent goes out to try and find Stan or Kyle. As soon as he leaves, Kenny pops in and tells me he’s gonna free me.

But you guys know me. 

Once Trent left, I was free to bust out with just a little of Kenny’s help.

It takes a while to find Trent again but when I do, he has both Kyle and Stan held at gun point and Stan’s holding a fucking uzie or some shit.

I was thinking of just jumping in and choke-slamming Trent, but with that Uzie around I can’t do shit without risking getting sprayed.

So instead I go for the flank. Trent had hella tunnel vision so I could get away with crawling really quietly on the ground. He wasn’t gonna look down because he’s a dumbass.

Luckily I see the knife in his jacket pocket so I go for that… and while he’s giving his big gay speech…

I STAB HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE CHEST!

He screams like a pussy and starts bleeding out, and falls on the ground all rag-doll style.

Trent? Fucking dead. My friends? Happy to see me and in total awe of my greatness. Me? Fucking stylin on everyone.

And that’s the story of how I almost died but instead killed a man with my own two hands.

STAN: It’s great that you killed him and all, but  do you really think taking video of a slideshow was the way to go? Seems kinda lazy.

We could’ve at least reenacted it or something fun like that.

ERIC: HEY. I drew this with my own two hands. It took time and EFFORT. Appreciate my work, Stan!
STAN: Effort, huh?


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Even though I work at a sporting goods store, I don’t watch or participate in any sports. You literally don’t need to though because most people know what they want and it’s function, they just need to know where it is on the floor. And since I’ve been here for 6 years, if a customer can tell me the function, brand, material, or cut, I can usually find whatever people want. What trips me up is the people who refuse to describe what they want and just repeat the item name.

So this woman comes in with her daughter, and they need basketball sweats. I showed her what I thought basketball sweats were, and I was wrong, but no big deal, just tell me what basketball sweats are.
“You know, they wear them when they’re on the bench during games.”
“Uh, I don’t really watch sports. What are they made out of?”
“They’re basketball sweats.”
“So like cotton material?” as I show her other sweatpants.
“No, they’re lighter. Like basketball sweats.”

And everything I showed her was wrong. Eventually I showed her every pair of pants we had, and none was a basketball sweat, so I told her I was sorry, but I didn’t think we had what she was looking for.

“The guy said you had them!”
“Um, what guy?”
“The guy at the door! He said you had them, and someone in the department would help me find them!”

She asked the first person she saw when she walked in, who happened to be a hunting and fishing associate with no knowledge of what was or wasn’t sold in the apparel department. He heard she was looking for pants so he told her apparel. I had to track the guy down and have him tell her he didn’t know what he was talking about because he didn’t work in the department, and she still wanted to talk to a manager, who also told her that I’ve worked here forever so if I couldn’t find it, no one could.

I googled basketball sweats later, and they just look like sweatpants to me, idk what she wanted.

I’m Not Promise, I Drunk (Pt. III)

Part One, Part Two

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: Yes and no

Summary: After days of Jughead avoiding her, [Y/N] finally plucks up the courage to fix her mistakes and figure out what was really bothering her ex-boyfriend, but she didn’t expect what had ticked his brain.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4,569

A/N: This is the last part of this mini-series! Hope you guys like it. So sorry that it came so late. I’ve been drowning in school work. The last part of this is very rushed but I hope it’s okay. There will be no other parts to this.

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Homecoming.

(GIF is not mine, but I adore it) 

Requested: No! But the new trailer gave me so many ideas!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst. 

MasterlistRequest 


Everything has happened so quickly. You walked away from Peter for one second to go grab a drink and just like that your feet were dangling in the air, a tight metal arm wrapped around your waist.

 When you let out a blood curling scream the gymnasium became silent–and everyone looked your way. You struggled, making your heels fall off and hit the tile floor with a ‘clank’–and Peter looked at you helplessly, unsure how to exit without ‘Vulture’ noticing.

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anonymous asked:

could you do a niall blurb about something kind of off slow hands like super sweet, relaxed, tired with like shoulder kisses

Niall was exhausted.  Promo all day for this new CD coming out resulting in a 14-16 hour work days had taken it’s toll.  Not to mention he hadn’t seen you in a couple days although it felt like weeks at this point.

He deposited his keys and shoes in the front hallway even though he knew you hated that.  He was far too exhausted at this point to even think about putting anything in it’s proper area.

He walked into your bedroom, took two long strides towards the bed and collapsed face down into the pillows.  You looked up from your Chemistry book, twisting your body around to survey your very hot, very sweet, very tired boyfriend groaning into the mountain of pillows behind you like he had just ran 15 miles.

“How was the promotion today?”
Niall snorted into the pillow, his body jerking a bit when he did so,

“Long.  What time did I leave this mornin’?”  He asked, his voice muffled due to the fact that his face was smashed into a mountain of cotton.

“Think it was three or four.  I don’t remember.”

He lifted his head out of the pillow mountain,

“Three.”  He said, pushing himself up onto his hands, “It was three.”  

He took a moment to look around the room.  You were seated Indian style on the bed.  Your Chem book open in front of you.  A bag of peanuts in which you’d randomly reach over and grab a few every couple of minutes was sitting next to you.  And the TV was on, though muted.

“Studyin’?  Thought school was over.”

“It is.  I’m just trying to see how I did on the final today.”

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anonymous asked:

15 and 20 with Dean? Thanks!

I hope this is what you wanted! I had a fever last night and earlier today, so my head is a bit loopy. I hope this still came out alright :)

15. “I’m scared.”

20. “Look at me — just breathe, okay?”

“This doesn’t look right, Dean.”

The only lamp in the room had begun to flicker. You stepped forward, causing the wood to creak beneath your boot. When the light finally gave out, the moonlight was the rooms only companion. It shone its light through the tiny window, illuminating Dean’s silhouette.

He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes locking on yours.

Somehow, you both felt it. Down to your core, you both knew something was wrong, and that you were caught right in the midst of it.

You parted your lips to speak just as Dean stepped back and grabbed your hand in his. Before you could argue, you were whisked away into a small closet. Dean carefully shut the door knob, suddenly encapsulating the both of you in complete darkness.

“I’m scared.” Slipped your lips.

Dean’s hand landed on your arm, his fingers gently holding you. He pressed his ear to the crack in the wood-panelled door. You did the same. Loud, drawn out breaths, sounded on the other side.

Someone, or rather something, was slowly making its way across the room you were just walking through.

With Dean’s chest mere inches from your own, you wanted nothing but to press yourself into him and shut your eyes. Instead, you gripped your gun tighter and listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.

“We’re gonna have to move fast.” Dean whispered, “Remember the vamp nest last week?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Same plan.”

He inhaled deeply. Without thinking, you reached forward, fumbling through the dark until your hand finally landed in his.

“Look at me – just breathe, okay?” He asked of you; and you did. In the darkness of the closet, your eyes still managed to find his, and you let out a shaky breath.

He gripped your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “All or nothing, Y/N.”

“All or nothing.” You repeated, and the door swung open. 

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Requests (combined): May I request a Castiel one shot where it’s just fluff? Like, Castiel and reader have just woken up from a great night and it’s all just pillow talk and fluff and small kisses? Thank you in advance if you do it! ~requested by an anon. AND If you’re still doing requests, could you do a Casxreader post-coital (wouldn’t hate you if you threw some during-coital in there too) ball of fluff? Lots of giggles and smiles and enough fluff to make build-a-bear look empty. ~requested by @fight-the-faeries

A/N: I seem to be getting back into my writing groove after the finale hit a little to hard. I didn’t think I’d be able to write Cas this soon. But here he is!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (male receiving), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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Memories of last night flooded your mind as you began to wake up. You could feel that you were still safe and sound in Castiel’s arms with your head resting against his bare chest.

You felt safe next to Cas, you knew that he’d never let anything harm you. You knew that he’d be with you, always.

You could tell that he was still asleep just by the rhythm of his breathing. It’d taken him awhile after his grace was stolen, but he now slept peacefully. You readjusted yourself in his arms as you laid there, taking in his sweet, natural musk. The aroma of last night’s activities still lingering on his skin.

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Imagine Sam realising he can have both you and hunting

You stretched out your limbs, relishing in the warmth of your blankets as you turned in your bed. Your body stiffened when you collided with another but you smiled when you saw who it was. “When did you get here?”

“Early this morning, let my self in.” He grinning down at you, a hand running through your hair. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, like I said before; this is your home now too.” You lazily kissed at his cheek, enjoying the way his smile grew wider at your words.

“I’ve missed waking up to you.” He confessed, arms tightening around your waist.

“Me too.” You snuggled in closer to his chest and were suddenly reminded of a time Sam had admitted that he was afraid his way of life would eventually ruin your relationship. “And to think you said this wouldn’t work.”

“You aren’t going to let that go are you?” He chuckled lightly, shoulders raising up and down.

“Just admit you were wrong and I’ll never speak of it again.” You smirked, eyes looking at him through thick lashes.

“Fine I was wrong.” He held his hands up in a sign of a defeat, nose nuzzling into your hair as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo.

You playfully jabbed at his side as you smiled contently. “Now that’s something I could hear everyday.”


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Blank Space

Here is Part Two in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1286

-Jensen and the reader talk about what happened-

Warning: angst. talk of miscarriage.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.


         It had been a week since Jensen left the house and went to stay with Jared and Genevieve. Genevieve had stayed the first two nights, only going home during the day, but you insisted that she go home to be with her husband and her boys where she needed to be. While your husband was at her house as well.

           Your heart felt like it wasn’t even in your chest anymore. Like all the little broken pieces were being swept away every time you thought about Jensen not being there. Which was every second of the long week.

           Filming had been hard, but you were an actress. You could pretend for everyone else that you and Jensen were still together. You could pretend that nothing was wrong. You could last until you got home to break down and cry yourself to sleep night after night.

           The hardest part was going to bed alone. There was too much room. Jensen’s side of the bed being empty was the hardest pill for you to swallow. You missed him. You missed his warmth. You didn’t know if you would ever have him with you again.

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All We Need

This is just a short little oneshot about Ohmwrecker, Ryan, and his dog, Buddy, based off of an amazing art piece that @king-draws recently posted. (sorry I can’t link the piece. I’m on moblie right now)
Hope you enjoy!


10 weeks ago, his dad got remarried.
9 weeks ago, Ryan moved in with his mom.
8 weeks ago, he turned eighteen.
7 weeks ago, his first job application went out.
6 weeks ago, his mom got remarried.
5 weeks ago, both of his parents had kicked him out.
4 weeks ago, he stopped driving his car to potential jobs to save on money.
3 weeks ago, he started asking for spare change on the side of the street.
2 weeks ago, he had gotten a minimum wage job offer.
1 week ago, Ryan was still living on the streets alone.

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I got tired of his wife not having a name lol so she’s got one now! This will probably be the only smut in my Daddy Roman series. 😁😁

Birthday smut for Roman! (Up next … The “Talk” with the kids & the next chapter for my Tama fic)

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Everyday for the last week Roman had been working himself to exhaustion. He’d wake up at 4 a.m., get to the Performance Center by 6 and work his ten hour day and then immediately go from there to his parents’ house to help his dad with some renovations. Then he had spent two full nights painting the walls and ceilings of Haleigh’s room. Their darling twelve year old had begged to have her room painted after one of her best friends had her room painted. Kandice had begged him to do it as well. She felt like Haleigh deserved it with the good grades she was making. Not one to tell either of his girls no, Roman painted it while Haleigh and Kandice were out of town on a school trip.

After fully realizing what was being asked of him and how much work it would be, Roman had been tempted to say no. Her room was big and it would be only him doing all the work on top of his work at the Performance Center with the developmental wrestlers and he didn’t have Koda. The sixteen year old was gone to spend a couple of days with his cousins since they go to the same school. He just didn’t think he’d have the energy. But then he looked at his wife again, at her big brown eyes framed by her beautiful light chestnut curls and he started to crumble. Kandice pulled the top of her tank top down an inch or two revealing more of her breasts.

“I’ll make it up to you on your birthday when I get back,” Kandice had said with a wink and a smile. At the time that was all the encouragement Roman needed, his wife had a history of “making it up” to him in some pretty substantial ways.

Now that the week was just about over he wasn’t sure if it was a fair trade. He was exhausted; his muscles hurt all over. Roman spent most of Thursday resting and napping, trying to recover some sense of normal feeling before Kandice and him went out to dinner for his birthday. They had planned to celebrate with the kids on Saturday when he was off.

Roman woke up a little after four in the afternoon, stretching and glancing at the clock, worried that he had slept too long. He took a moment to see how he felt and had to admit he felt much better after resting all day. Being a relatively for older man probably allowed him to recover easier. His shoulder still felt all the work he had to do painting the ceiling, but overall he felt much better. 

It was then that he looked over to where Kandice was standing in front of her closet facing away from him and glancing through her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and had clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her smooth, brown skin glistened from the remaining dampness and her long curls hair were soaked and fell down her back perfectly.

Smiling without knowing it, Roman studied her body again, her legs, back and arms. He paused as he took in the profile of her firm breasts and continued down to her round ass. Roman felt his heart start to beat a little faster as he stared at her ass and thought about how nice it was to have her home from the trip.

Kandice turned around just as his gaze started to move down her legs and she walked over to him. “Hey there sleepy head. How do you feel?” She leaned over the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead, letting her large breasts graze his chest and face. That really got his heart moving.

“I’m feeling so much better,” they kissed. “Oh yea? I can tell part of you is feeling better for sure.” Kandice smirked as she reached under the thin sheet and put her hand around his hard dick. Closing her eyes and licking her lips she moved her hand up and down the shaft a few times and fondled the head. Smiling and opening her eyes again she said, “I tried to grab you last night when I got home but you weren’t having any part of it. You were out like a light.”

Roman sat up in bed and pulled her down to him, her ass now sitting on top of his dick. He put his right hand on her ass and leaned his head down to her shoulder. Her ass was by far one of his favorite features on Kandice’s body. Really it was his favorite feature on any woman’s body. Kandice was fit but maintained her thick shape she had gotten from her mama.

Roman looked up at her with a lazy smile. “So you wanted me to give it to you last night?” Kandice put his left hand on her right breast “Of course, I’ve missed you so much this week. I thought about getting that work the whole way home.”

Kandice could feel his dick pulsing beneath her butt. She stood up, gave him one more kiss on the lips and stroked his manhood one more time. “Hit the showers, big guy.”

“And what are you about to do,” he asked standing from the bed and stretching his long limbs. Kandice’s eyes watched his muscles jump under his skin trying to maintain composure until their kids were gone. “Mmm, your kids are still here. I’m gonna make sure they’ve got everything and then send them to Jey’s.”

“You’re gonna drive them all the way out there?” He asked dragging his naked body around the bed towards their bathroom.

“Nope. Koda’s taking one of your cars.”

“Why mines and not yours?”

Kandice rolled her eyes playfully at her husband. “Fine, he can take my car, Roman. I don’t see how it matters.”

“Him and his cousins are not going around cruisin’ in my Range or my Telsa. Not happenin’.” Roman spat slapping her ass as he passed her.

“But it’s okay for him to do it in my Jeep?” She yelled after him. He didn’t answer her, just laughed. Kandice knew how her husband felt about Koda driving his cars. Roman had already gotten Koda a Honda Civic providing he passed his classes. He felt like he worked too hard and Koda hadn’t worked hard enough yet to drive his cars. Kandice on the other hand didnt mind as long as Koda minded her rules.

Twenty minutes later, Roman stepped out of the shower feeling even better than he had when he woke up. Brushing his teeth and getting clean made him feel much more relaxed and human. He dried off and exited the bathroom, his hair still dripping and clung to him. Kandice noticed his dick was still swollen and long swinging between his legs; he’d been thinking about her while he was getting clean. The kids had basically just walked out the door so she was still getting dressed and wearing only a skirt and bra, she walked over and kissed him again placing her right hand gently on his dick. Now holding it in both hands she looked down. He always laughed a little on the inside when she did this; running her hands delicately over him, moving his dick around and staring at it like she was studying it. In a way she was, feeling how hard he was and thinking if he was harder than normal or maybe longer sometimes. Today she thought he felt particularly long and hard and she knelt down and got a closer look at his 9 inch dick.

“You been thinking about it?” he said in anticipation. Kandice put her lips just barely over the head and kissed it a few times, holding it inside her mouth, “Mmmm hmmm.” She bobbed her head up and down a few times, putting an inch or so below the head in her mouth and grabbing the rest with her hands. Taking it out of her mouth she smiled and looked up at him, lightly stroking it back and forth, “I’ve been wanting it so bad.”

Roman’s breath caught in his throat as his heart really started to pound, god damn it felt so good. “Your mouth feels so good baby. What have you wanted to do with it?” Roman grumbled watching her. She moved her tongue up and down his length and all around his big tip. “I want it inside me. I’ve wanted it everywhere. In my hands, my mouth, my pussy. I want to make you cum inside me. That’s what I’ve wanted, to make you cum in me and fill me up. Maybe give me another baby.”

Roman felt his knees tremble as she stroked his dick a little faster and the other hand grabbed his balls. He needed it so bad, they hadn’t had sex in almost a week which was far too long for him. Gently peeling her hands off him he led her over to the short sofa in their bedroom hoping that she would continue.

She wanted nothing more as she knelt in front of him again and put him back in her mouth, this time taking more of him. Going a few inches down she found the place she liked and started bobbing her head up and down. Besides being long, Roman was very thick. It didn’t prevent her from going as deep as she wanted to though and he didn’t mind. Going a few inches down and coming back up, letting his big swollen head pass gently over her lips before she descended again. Another of his favorite features, he loved the way it felt when her plump lips slid over the tip.

Roman’s breathing was becoming intense now and he grabbed portions of the sofa. Kandice took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. Roman liked the control he exerted as he placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pushed down, not controlling how far she went but controlling the timing. “Oh fuck, Kandi baby.” He groaned tugging lightly at her curls.

Kandice knew he was getting close by the way his dick was pulsing, his heavy breathing, the bucking of his hips and the frantic pace his hand was directing her mouth up and down his dick. Coming to a slow stop she took her mouth off him, kissed it a few times. “Are you gonna cum babe?” She asked licking the sides.

He nodded yes, letting a string of curses fall from his lip as he stared at her open mouth then past that to her bursting cleavage as she breathed in and out. “I want it in me, okay? I want you to cum inside me.”

Roman tried to slow his breathing. “Babe, im not gonna last much longer,” he whispered pushing his hair out of his face. Majority of the time, if Roman got inside Kandice’s pussy he wanted his wife to cum with him. It made it feel awesome and made him feel even closer to her.

“It’s ok baby, I knew what I was doing when I grabbed you coming out of the shower. I just want to feel you cum inside of me.”

Not needing any more encouragement Roman shook his head yes. Kandice stood up and removed her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and looked delicious to him. She leaned over and put one nipple in his mouth, reaching down with her other hand to stroke his dick more. Roman groaned in controllable pleasure as she pulled on his dick quicker and his tongue flicked over her nipple. She stood up again and removed her panties from beneath her skirt and began to sit down on him her back to his chest after lifting her skirt some.

Putting just an inch inside her wetness she rocked up and down on him slowly, letting herself get use to his size again. He was so excited right now that his dick was extra swollen and they really hadn’t done it in a while for them. Letting a little bit more in, each time she went down she heard Roman’s breathing race back up again. She reached back and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts as she moved up and down slowly. Picking up the pace as she got use to his size and allowed more of his swollen dick inside her she swore he was bigger than normal. She could feel all 9 inches filling her up.

Roman groaned again as she joined him with her first audible cry as she felt his balls brush against her. She bounced up and down on him quickly, reaching back to put her hands in his hair. She screamed as he twisted her nipples a little and his dick pulsed, leaking a little cum into her.

“I want you to fuck me baby, fuck me until you cum,” Kandice purred tugging on his hair. “Don’t stop, just give it to me, I want you to cum inside me now. Give it to me, Ro.” Roman practically lost control of his senses then as he only had one thing on his mind. He stood up, pushing Kandice forward so she had to stand up and grab her ankles. Standing tall, Roman grabbed her ass, he pushed her legs apart a bit and began rocking back and forth, picking up the pace. Within seconds Roman was thrusting into Kandice like a jackhammer, not thinking just doing. He didn’t try to control his groans, and neither did Kandice as they did when their kids were home.

Kandice reached one hand between her legs to caress his balls as his dick drove into her over and over, his hips slamming into her. Occasionally he spanked her ass and grabbed it as his dick drove into her. She shouted, “C'mon, Daddy. I know you’re close. I’m right there with you!”

Roman could barely understand her, he was lost on his own train, but Kandice grabbing his balls drove the message home. “Fuck, babygirl. Here it comes,” he groaned gripping her hips tighter. “Me too, Daddy.”

“You want it inside you,” he growled still pumping furiously infuse of her. She screamed yes repeatedly unable to say anything else. On cue, Roman came inside of her still thrusting slowly in and out of her, fucking her through it. Three, four, five ropes of thick cum coated her walls as he drove into her. By the time she felt the fifth hot shot of cum dive into her and thought about how good it felt, she too came and screaming his name, begging him to keep going and clenching his balls a tiny bit tighter. He squeezed her ass hard as he continued to slide his dick in and out of his wife. Just before he stopped one more small shot of cum pushed into Kandice, finishing her off too. As he pulled out, he watched some of his cum leak from her. He had filled her up as promised and was sure he made good on giving her another baby.

They collapsed on the couch and Roman thought about how amazing her making it up to him had been. Sighing, Kandice leaned against Roman, who wore a proud smile.

Kandice grabbed his hand to play with his wedding band, “I guess we better continue getting ready for dinner.”

“I think we can pass on dinner.” He’d dropped his voice as he spoke in her ear. “You’ve got some more making up to do.”

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Bree drummed her fingers against the pole to the beat of the song playing through her earphones as the bus stopped. Tossing a quick glance at the door, a tall figure stepping onto the bus and swiping his card before walking down the aisle past her and taking the seat just next to her caught her eye.

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Imagine where you visit London and you bump into Tom at a restaurant or a coffee shop or some place like that and he doesn't think you know who he is (famous). Then you guys talk and he asks you out etc.


The London weather was pretty nice so you thought you’d go out for a walk and maybe sit in the park. 

You made it to the park and laid your blanket on the ground before pulling out a book. You had one earbud in while you concentrated on the book. 

“Tessa! Tessa!” You heard a guy call out, you looked up and saw a grey dog running full speed toward you. “TESSA, STOP!”

You screamed as the dog ran across your lap and stopped at the edge of your blanket looking pretty satisfied. The owner tripped in an attempt to stop his dog and fell in your lap. In shock at what just happened, you looked down at the attractive boy with big brown eyes. 

His heart fluttered at you and he stumbled to get up. 

“I-I, I am so so sorry!” he stuttered. “My, my damn dog. She’s something.” His voice cracked and he placed his hands on his hips trying to catch his breath. 

He looked very familiar but yo couldn’t put your finger on it. “So, the weather is great.”

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Katrina eyed him carefully.

“You’re pretty gorgeous.”

He laughed, showing off a row of perfect teeth. She always liked people with good teeth. Don had good teeth.

“Thanks. Quite the hottie yourself.”

“When do you get off work?”

“When my last customer leaves. That would be you.”

“Do you want to get off now? Pun intended?”

He looked around and then back at her.

“Sure. Just let me change out of my work clothes. We could go down to the beach if you want to, it’ll be empty at this time of night, except some skinny-dippers, and they’ll be more concerned with each other. Meet you out back in five minutes?”

She nodded.