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Some Things About Dear Evan Hansen

So I just saw the show (10/19/17) and like… oh my GOD

Ben as Evan was,,,, so good?? But like we all already know that he’s amazing so I’m just gonna hit the best parts

First of all, the riffs.

So

Many

Riffs

Benjamin Schiff Platt? More like Benjamin Riff Platt my dudes. 

And he does this little thing where he beats his fist against his chest whenever he talk and the way he touches things and the way he just like moves and talks and like oh my god… autistic Evan Hansen confirmed guys. 

Sometimes he would just like get in Jared (or whoever else’s) face and like he would push people back and like the way that he moved his face was like he was forcing himself to make expressions but in a good way it was just all really good. 

Like I love Colton and MLB but I am so glad I saw Ben as Evan because… he deserves every bit of praise that he gets. His performance was transcendent. 

Colton as Connor tho…

Good. Shit.

He was a lot more stoic than how I’ve seen Mike play the role in like bootlegs and stuff. The whole time he was very angry and his voice was just so low. It was really good but I wish he’d been a little more dynamic. His Connor is sort of unsympathetic, but not in a bad way. 

He did this thing with his bag where he would shuffle it and he never really looked anyone in the eye and he always seemed like uncomfortable,,, good shit my dudes. Also there’s this point where Evan is wearing Fake Connor’s hoodie and…. ahhhhhh.

 Colton was the only understudy that went on.

Laura mother fucking Dreyfuss

I just want to say that she started crying at the end of requiem and I died right there y’all. She’s brilliant. Marry me Laura. 

Also like the way that Zoe sits… she’s so still. Like so fucking still. And she sits at the edge of her seat like she’s just ready to bolt at any moment. She’s always sitting on the edges of things and getting up and going to a different spot but she isn’t at all fidgety and it’s just so good. 

Kristolyn was beautiful and amazing and she’s just so pretty and her voice… good shit.

Will was AMAZING 

Even though all of his lines were sort of shitty you could really see that he actually wanted to be friends with Evan and like from Sincerely Me on he seemed to be getting jealous of Fake Connor and it was just so good so good so good ahhhh. 

Every single time that RBJ went on as Heidi was amazing. Her dynamic with Evan is wonderful and those are truly some of the best scenes in the show. She’s so good y’all. So. Good. 

Michael Park. This man is so kind and so wonderful and so talented and I actually sort of liked Larry so like. Good job. 

Jennifer!!!!!! She is honestly so underrated. Her portrayal of Cynthia is absolutely brilliant. She’s just,,,, trying so hard. Like anyone that acts like Cynthia is some evil bitch can actually fight me.

All of the characters were so nuanced and three dimensional. And they’re all so brilliant at singing like they legit sound just like the cast recording. The movement of the show adds a whole nother level to the performance and the impact and everyone says this but like the lighting and set design is so wonderful.

In conclusion, I would die for Dear Evan Hansen. 

john mulaney and pancakes

ok SO john mulaney has a new live show on the netflicks (the comeback kid) and i was lucky enough to see him do this act live in milwaukee this summer!!! but the recorded show is missing something special

so summer in milwaukee is known for being like. comically humid. disgustingly, oppressively humid. ‘can’t tell the difference between being downtown and being literally submerged in lake michigan’ humid

and poor john mulaney was wearing a nice-looking but also very warm suit. so once about every 10-20 minutes he would pause whatever spiel he was on, wipe his forehead, flutter his jacket about, regret his fashion choices and ask what was wrong with us that we don’t properly air condition our venues

about halfway through the show, a woman in one of the front rows stood up and started to walk out so in classic mulaney fashion he razzed her that she couldn’t take the heat either and asked her to bring him a pepsi - she didn’t break stride (i would try to play it cool too if over a thousand people were suddenly watching me get razzed by mulaney)

as soon as she was out of the theatre, he turned his mic off and started yelling to those of us who were still in there

okay guys, we’re going to play a little prank on her! can everyone hear me? WE’RE GOING TO PLAY A PRANK! at some point later in the show i’m going to say ‘you know what they say in milwaukee!!’ and you’re all going to wave your arm around like this’ - he jauntily waved his arm with his first finger outstretched, like an 80 year old man doing the charleston - ‘and you will all shout ‘gimme some PANcakes!!!’’

we did a few rehearsals of this until he was satisfied, and he turned his mic back on and continued with his act

a few minutes later the woman walked back through the theatre but passed her row, walked all the way up to the stage, and set a can of pepsi at mulaney’s feet. he stopped, mouth agape for a moment and touched his chest. ‘is this really for me?’ he asked. ‘did i ask you for pepsi? i have no idea why i would do that, i hate pepsi.’ he thanked her sincerely several times, and when she turned his back to him to return to her seat, he made frantic ‘kill’ motions across his throat to signal to us that the prank was off

he continued to lament the heat for the rest of his act, eventually lost the jacket and drank the gifted pepsi, grimacing cartoonishly every time. at the very end of the night he thanked us for being a great audience, thanked the woman in particular for her kindness, and triumphantly said ‘BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY IN MILWAUKEE!!!’ and 1 very generous women was hopelessly confused when 1299 people shouted ‘GIMME SOME PANCAKES!!!!!’

Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    Only one can come back.

    Tom Holland | Marry Me?

    Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

    Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

    Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

    Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

    Word Count: 1.4K


    Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

    He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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    Delivery Boy

    Jeon Jungkook of BTS x reader (Y/N) smut. Plain and simple.

    Originally posted by jimiyoong



    Halloween, your favourite time of the year. You had always loved dressing up, even as a little girl.
    Your family had always hosted a Halloween party and just because you were now an adult and off at school, it didn’t mean you were going to stop the party. Hell no. If anything, you knew it’d be crazier than any party your parents could throw, after all, it’d be full of young adults getting drunk in fancy dress and no doubt fucking in any corner they could.
    You made a mental note to lock your bedroom door before people started to turn up.

    Most of your housemates had gone off to different parties around the city and only one remained, Taehyung.
    He had been almost as excited for the party as you and insisted on helping you plan and set it all up. He also insisted you went in matching outfits, dressed as an old-fashioned couple he saw in a painting in the loft that thoroughly creeped him out. That painting was now the pride of place above the drinks table for the duration of Halloween month, as you called it.
    Taehyung hadn’t entered the living room since you put it up and it always amused you seeing him avoid it at all costs.

    “Get the door Y/N!” Taehyung yelled from his room where he was well, you didn’t know what but you didn’t want to even question it after the last time you did and he went into explicit detail about the fantasy he was having while masturbating.

    You groaned but dragged yourself to answer the front door, having barely heard it over the music you had playing.

    On the other side of the door stood a male with dark hair and brown, doe eyes. He was wearing a pizza delivery uniform, a piece of paper in his hands.

    “You’re early.” You mumbled, taking in his outfit. “Pizza delivery guy, huh? Honestly never seen that one before.” You mused, flashing the attractive stranger a grin. He blinked a few times then showed you the paper. “Wait, you’re actually a delivery guy?”

    “Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Am I at the wrong place?”

    “No, I just wasn’t aware we ordered anything. One sec.” You backed up into the hallway to stand at the bottom of the stairs. “Yah! Did you order pizza?!” You yelled. Taehyung grunted back a yes in response, sounded breathless. “Ew.” You shuddered and returned tot he door. “Guess you definitely are.” She looked at the paper, reading the order. “How fucking much did he order?”

    “Having a party, I assume?” He chuckled, looking at your outfit up and down.

    “Nah, I just like dressing like a sexually frustrated Victorian woman in my spare time.” He let out a breath of understanding.

    “We all have our kinks.” He teased and you gasped, reaching out to nudge him in faux offence. He giggled and you couldn’t help but smile, laughing to yourself.

    Were you really flirting with the delivery guy?
    You looked him over again, slower to really take in every inch of his being.
    Yes. You were definitely flirting with the delivery guy.

    “So, should I start bringing it up?” He asked, pointing over his shoulder to the car parked on the road.

    “Oh right, yeah, I’ll help.”

    “Okay.” He grinned, glad for the help and together, you ferried the takeout from the car and into the kitchen.

    He looked down curiously as you set up the boxes on the counters, around already existing food displays.

    “Wow, you guys really like Halloween, huh?” He spoke, looking at all the decorations in awe. A lot of which you had made by hand the months before ass it was cheaper than buying some that probably wouldn’t even fit your ideas anyway.

    “We hate it.”

    “You’re really sarcastic, huh?”

    “Never.” You looked at him then to see him grinning at you in amusement. “You know, you kind of look familiar.” You tilted your head at him, knitting your brows together.

    “So do you. Maybe we’ve crossed paths before?” He suggested, looking as lost as you felt trying to recall why you felt like you’d seen him before.

    “Yeah maybe. Do you go to school here?”

    “On campus?” He pointed to the floor, signifying the campus your house resided on.

    “Nah, I meant the playschool down the road. You’re a child, right?” He squared his eyes, giving you a playful warning glance. “Aw, isn’t it cute when little boys think they can scare grown-ups?” A gasp of surprise left your lips when he suddenly closed the gap between you, your chests almost touching, his head tilted down to look at you menacingly, a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

    “Want to call me a little boy again, huh?” He challenged, licking his lips. “See where it gets you.”

    “Oh, honey.” You scoffed, snapping back to yourself. You bravely took the last step between you, your toes touching, your chest gently pushed against his, not missing how he inhaled sharply and flicked his tongue out to wet his lips again. “You can’t be suggesting you can make me take back my words.” He nodded confidently. “Oh little boy, you can’t make me do shit.”

    “Watch me.” He growled cockily before pushing you against the wall, his lips crashing to yours.

    He had only knocked your door ten minutes previous and here you were making out with the delivery guy in a room chock full of sexual tension you two quickly created.
    He let out a breathy moan when you bit his bottom lip gently. It was the single hottest thing you had ever heard and you knew you were wet.

    “Fuck, is this seriously a thing that is actually happening?” You panted out, looking up into his eyes that were suddenly a lot darker, turning you on further.

    “I really hope so.” He confessed.

    “Fuck, me too.” You nodded and pulled him back down to lock your lips together, wasting no time and flicking your tongue out. He parted his lips and your tongues met, rubbing together earning moans from the both of you.

    “When does your party start?” He asked when your lips parted only for yours to trace that intense, sharp jawline of his.

    “Seven.” He checked his watch.

    “It’s half six.”

    “Plenty of time.” Without warning, he picked you up and sat you on his hips, pushing his body to yours. You gasped feeling his growing erection through all the layers of clothing between you.

    “Okay I know this outfit probably took a lot of time but you need to take it off before I fucking rip it off.” He warned, practically growling as he glared at the layers of fabric that made up your skirt. You giggled and reached around to pull on the ribbon holding the back closed. He watched in impatient fascination ad you quickly removed the bottom half of your dress, leaving you in the tight blouse and underwear.
    “I shouldn’t find this as hot as I do but fuck, I really do.” You giggled and circled your hips, rubbing against the large bulge in his trousers making him moan lowly.

    “I can tell.” You teased.

    “You’re saying I’m the only one turned on right now? Because I can feel how wet you are through my pants, sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
    Surely he was lying, it wasn’t possible to feel such a thing, right?
    A shakey moan left your lips when he slid a hand between your bodies to touch his long fingers to your clothes heat.
    “Oh, babygirl, you’re fucking soaked.” He cooed, smirking at you when your cheeks darkened. “Don’t be embarrassed."He pressed teasing kisses across your jaw as his voice dropped, whispering to you in a tone that was so low it shot straight to your core. "It’s so fucking hot.” He growled before his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the skin. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in when his fingers started to rub at you through your damp underwear.

    “Wh-what’s your name?” You stuttered, his fingers hooking under your underwear to touch you directly. Your eyes closed and your head tipped back, absentmindedly grinding your hips down onto his digits as they teased you.

    “Hm? My name? Why do you want-”

    “I want to know what I should moan out.”

    “Jungkook.” He rushed out without hesitation making you chuckle. “What’s your’s?”

    “Y/N.” He hummed against your neck before saying your name in a breathy tone that made you moan his name back at him.

    “My name sounds perfect coming from your lips.” Your legs tightened around him when he slid a finger into you. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides right in. I bet you can take another huh Y/N? Think you can take more princess?” You nodded and a second finger followed his first. You moaned and held him tighter as they curled inside of you.

    “J-Jungkook.” You almost pleaded breathlessly.

    “Hm?”

    “I-I don’t want your fingers.” He stopped his movements, ceasing abusing your walls with the pads of his fingers in search for your g-spot.

    “What?” He looked rejected and leant back slightly, pulling his fingers out of you. “Should I leave?”

    “No.” You laughed and brushed your lips over his. “I want your cock, baby.” His eyes sparked with lust again and he nodded. He put you down to unbuckle his belt, hands fumbling in anticipation. You giggled seeing he was growing frustrated with the button on his jeans that just wouldn’t open. You put your hands over his and opened the fly easily. He dropped his hands to his side, licking his dry lips, eyes not leaving your figure as you lowered onto your knees in front of him, pulling down his jeans as you went until they were around his knees.
    Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze as you pulled down his boxers too. He bit his lip and threaded his fingers into your hair to tug you closer suggestively.
    It was clear what he wanted you to do, where he wanted you but he didn’t want to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

    A smirk lifted your lips and you stuck your tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his erection before licking from the base upwards, swirling your tongue around the tip. Jungkook moaned, his fingers gripping your hair tighter. His eyes wanted to close and focus on the pleasure but you looked so damn sinful on your knees in front of him like that he couldn’t pass up the chance to drink in the sight.

    It didn’t take long for your teasing motions on his erection to really wind him up. He was breathing heavily, body tensed, watching to thrust into your mouth but not following his body’s wishes, by the time she gripped your shoulders and pulled you up to your feet.

    He spun you and pushed you against the wall. Your hands flew out to slap against the brickwork making you hiss in pain. But the hurt left almost instantly. Jungkook all but ripped your panties in his rush to get them off.

    One large hand gripped your bare hip to hold you still, pull your arse towards him more.

    Jungkook grabbed his dick with his free hand and allowed himself a few pumps, spreading his precum up and down his length, as he took in the sight of you bent over, braced against the wall with legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you.
    As soon as his tip lined with your entrance, he started to push forward, entering you slowly.
    Satisfied moans left both your lips at the feeling. It felt as if you had been waiting for that moment for a long time, months not way under an hour.

    Jungkook’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and he allowed you both a few moments to get used to it, soak in the feeling of him filling you so deliciously before he started to rock his hips.
    His thrusts were slow and pretty shallow at first, testing the waters before he picked up his rhythm, fucking you harder and deeper than anyone had in a long time.

    Your fingers scraped against the wall, moans shamelessly leaving your parted lips as he hit deep within you.

    Jungkook had his jaw clenched tight, trying to make as little noise as possible. As much as he was enjoying himself, he was almost enjoying hearing your noises of pleasure just as much.

    You realised you could only hear the occasional grunt of effort from him and closed your mouth, sulking.

    “W-what’re you doing?” He panted, slowing down slightly to talk without his voice breaking too much.

    “I want to hear you.” You spoke.

    “What?” He chuckled and fell still. You pushed up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him. He licked his lips at your dark expression, his hips shallowly thrusting into you again without him even really registering so.

    “I want to hear how good you feel Jungkook. Moan for me baby.” You encouraged.

    “You want that?”

    “So fucking much.” He pulled your back to his chest making you whimper as he reached a new, better spot inside you, to kiss you heavily.
    You moaned into his mouth when he returned to snapping his hips into you.
    You had to pull out of the kiss, unable to focus on it when he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you see spots.

    “You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing his palm against your chest to keep you against him int hat position. His other hand reached over to rest against the wall once he had moved you both forward before his hips went fucking wild.

    You were practically screaming in pleasure, your nails dragging down his forearm, leaving red marks. Jungkook was certain you had even broken the skin but it only spurred him on.

    “Fu-fuck, Jungkook.” You whined, your legs starting to shake.

    “Are you going to cum?” He panted into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as it fanned over your neck. You nodded. “Good, cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N.”
    A loud moan left your lips as the pleasure in your stomach exploding sending your hips jutting as your orgasm hit you.

    Jungkook gritted his teeth, determined to last a little longer despite your walls clenching and spasming around him. But the second you moaned his name, he lost it and his hips slammed against you roughly a few times as he came, squeezing his eyes tight and burying his face in your neck.

    Your walls clenched a little tighter at the sound of your name falling from his lips like a fucked out mantra.

    Slowly, you both came down from your highs and caught your breath back.
    Jungkook’s face scrunched into a wince against your neck as he pulled out of you before letting you go, a little reluctantly it felt, to pull his clothing back up and tuck himself away.

    “Well, that’s the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” He sniggered and you rolled your eyes before laughing too, collecting your clothing. You turned to look at him sternly upon finding a hole in your underwear, at the waistband.

    “Jungkook!” You exclaimed. He looked at the garment before grinning sheepishly at you. “These are my favourite ones!”

    “I’m sorry, I’ll replace them.” He offered, taking them from your hand quickly to look them over. You ignored him to put your skirt back on, glad it was floor length and there was no chance anyone would know you were without underwear.

    “Right, okay.” You held your hand out. He held the item closer. “You’re seriously going to steal my ripped underwear?”

    “I need them so I know what I’m replacing.” He argued. You gave him a disbelieving look. “Like you want them back now they’re ripped anyway.” He scoffed and tucked the item into his pocket. You simply rolled your eyes again. “I should get back to work. I still have another delivery to do. My boss is going to kill me for being late. They’re going to get free pizzas now.” He sighed heavily.

    “I’m sorry for letting you fuck me.” You retorted and he chuckled at your sarcasm.

    “Never apologise for that. I’ll give away all the pizzas free if I can fuck you again.” You bit your lip, pretending to think as you walked him tot he front door. “So, can I see you again?” He asked turning back to walk tot he door after walking down the porch steps.

    “You do owe me underwear.” You grinned. He grinned back and nodded. He checked his watch before looking between his car and you, debating something. He rushed over and held your face to press a heavy, lingering kiss to your lips.
    “What’s that? So I don’t forget what you taste like?” You joked.

    “Always leave them wanting more.” He winked then practically ran to his car to speed off for his next delivery.
    You rolled your eyes and returned to the house, stopping at the hallway mirror to check your reflection and make yourself presentable.

    “Did you just fuck the delivery guy?” You jumped hearing Taehyung’s teasing voice at the stairs. You looked over at him with a smirk and he started to cackle. “That’s my girl!” He high fived you before helping you get back into costume properly.

    ***

    It was two hours later when you stopped in shock, seeing a familiar face stood at the bottom of the stairs with Taehyung, the pair goofing around with some of Taehyung’s other friends.
    You had just come up from the haunted house in the basement.

    “There she is!” Taehyung cooed spotting you. The boys all turned to look at you, the friends of Taehyung’s you had met pulling you to them in drunken affection.

    “Alright, boys.” You laughed pulling away to stand between Taehyung and the familiar face.

    “Oh, you haven’t met before, have you?” Taehyung drawled, shuffling drunkenly to lean against the stair railing. “This is Kookie.” He spoke pointing to your right, at Jungkook. You looked at him to see he was already smirking at you.

    “Ah, the infamous Kookie.” You spoke nodding slowly. “Tae tells me you have like no balls when it comes to girls.” Their friends laughed as you insulted Jungkook. You smirked and he raised his eyebrows at you.

    “Guess you know that’s a load of shit.” He replied, voice low.

    The conversation was quickly pulled away from you two as Hoseok screamed as a fake spider landed on his head. Everyone erupted in laughter as he ran off to chase the culprit, promising their head on a spear.
    The remaining group returned to the conversation, not even noticing as Jungkook moved closer to you and slyly put a hand on your arse.

    “Still not wearing any panties huh? Naughty girl.” He teased, groping your flesh roughly.

    “I’m not and it makes it that much harder to stop your cum running down my leg.” Jungkook sucked in a breath at that and you looked up at him bravely, not caring that your friends could catch you two flirting so openly, sexual tension already building between your close bodies. “I bet you’d like to see that, hm? Your cum spilling out of me.”

    “So fucking much.”

    You smirked and excused yourself, walking up to your room.
    You knew Jungkook would follow shortly and you had a feeling every orgasm he gave you was going to be better than the last and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to take every chance to fuck your delivery boy.


    For my girl @btsmuttin, hope you like it baby

    Originally posted by nojamsdirtywater


    ~Chee

    Confessions

    “You’re a good guy.” You whispered into the darkness. Dean lay on his own bed, just a few feet to your right. Sam’s snoring filled the silence while you waited for Dean to respond.

    “You always say that.” He whispered back, his voice was raspy and aching for a good night’s sleep that you knew neither of you would receive tonight.

    You pulled the blanket up higher up over your chest. The sheets scratched against your ass; once again you forgot to pack sweat pants.

    “I always mean it.”

    “Huh.” He muttered in response. You heard him flip sides. Was he facing you? You couldn’t see.

    Regardless, you turned from your back onto your side, to face him.

    “Dean?” You asked.

    “Yeah?”

    “Do you ever…feel lonely?” You asked. After two in the morning, you found that more often than not, your filter seemed to leave.

    After a beat of silence he responded, “Most of the time.”

    “What about the other times? What helps you get through them?” You hadn’t realized that your grip around the blanket tightened.

    His breathing was even. Dean always breathed deeply, you noticed.

    “You.” The word slipped out from between his lips so quietly you almost misheard, until he repeated, “You do.”

    After hearing that, you weren’t sure if you allowed seconds to tick by, or minutes. Years worth of tension just released itself between these shitty motel walls. You kicked the blanket down to your ankles before quietly stepping out from your bed.

    “Move over.” You gripped his shoulder beneath your fingers. He did as he was told and you crawled under his sheets. He didn’t touch you until you pressed your forehead against his chest. His t-shirt smelled like him, and you nuzzled yourself even closer.

    “Do you love me?” You asked suddenly, and Dean lifted his leg over your own. In his own way, that was an answer. Laying there intertwined, you allowed yourself to savor the moment of feeling completely whole in his arms until repeating your question.

    It felt as if nothing before this moment had ever existed, even though you had never even been this physically close to him.

    Hugs, of course.

    Kisses on the forehead, always.

    But something was different now; suddenly you became more than just his best friend.

    “Yes.” He answered, his lips ghosting over your head. “So fucking much.” His voice was shaking as he said it. You raised your hand to plant it firmly on his jaw. You traced circles over his temple and down to his ear.

    “Why have you never told me?” You asked.

    He gripped your head in his hand. “I never knew what you thought of me.”

    “What I think of you?” You said more to yourself than to him, “You’re honest. Strong. Brave. Caring. Hilarious.” You began listing his qualities, “And that smile of yours, it can light up a room.”

    He tucked your hair behind your ear as you spoke. When you dragged your fingers to his cheeks, you realized they were wet.

    “You’re selfless, Dean.” You added, “And most of all you’re good. The kind of good that makes the best of men yearn to be like you.”

    Right there, you realized you had only seen him cry one other time.

    “I love you.” He whispered again and tried to pull you closer. There wasn’t any more space but damn did he try.

    “Dean?” You whispered his name as if you hadn’t heard him speak just a second ago, “You’re also the guy I love. I don’t know if that fits in with the rest of the list, but I do. So fucking much.”

    He was squeezing you so tight now, you nearly began to sweat.

    “It’s the only part of the list that matters.” He said as his hands gripped your back.

    – – – – 

    I haven’t written for this blog in a while. Partly due to exams, and partly to writer’s block. Let me know if you like this/send feedback! I’d love to know how you all feel about this type of imagine. 

    Give me a break.

    Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

    “Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
    It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
    These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
    “Why are you still here then!?”
    She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
    Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
    It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
    She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
    She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
    They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
    And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
    And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
    She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
    He doesn’t love you anymore.
    Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
    He hates me.
    She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

    When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
    When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
    When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
    Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
    Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
    Into whatever they had now.
    She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

    It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
    She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
    Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
    When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
    “Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
    He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
    Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
    Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
    They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

    When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
    “We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
    “I know, my love.”
    My love. Was she still his love?
    She thought he hated her.
    They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
    None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
    “I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
    “I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
    “Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
    Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
    “I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
    Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
    “I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
    Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
    “I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
    Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
    “I love you too, Harry. So much.”
    Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
    “What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
    “Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
    They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
    “I-I think we need a break.”
    Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
    “No.” He repeated after a moment.
    “No way.”
    “Harry, listen. I-”
    “No!” he shouted.
    Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
    “Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
    “Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
    He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
    “You will have that time when I’m gone.”
    “I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
    His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
    “L-Longer?”
    “Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
    “There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
    She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
    “I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
    “I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
    “Harry, please.”
    He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
    “How long?”
    “T-Two months?”
    “No fucking way!”
    This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
    “Harry, I-”
    “One month. And not a single day longer.”
    She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
    “Alright.”
    They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
    “I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
    “No.”
    “Harry,-”
    “No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
    “If that’s okay with you.”
    “No, it’s actually not.”
    She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
    “I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
    “Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
    He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

    When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
    “I’ll go now, I guess.”
    “Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
    He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
    “Can I at least get a hug?”
    He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
    When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
    “I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
    Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
    “Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
    “I’ll think about it, okay?”
    Harry sighed but nodded.
    “C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
    She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
    “I love you. You know that, right?”
    She nodded and smiled softly at him.
    “I love you, too.”
    Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
    “I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
    “Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
    He nodded and opened the door.
    “Take care, yeah?”
    “You too, love.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you, too.”
    And just like that he left.

    Longing

    a birthday gift for @succulent-sam!! happy birthday, gabby!!! I hope you enjoy this little canon ‘verse happiness. <3

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    “Do you always understand everything you feel?” Cas asked, one day.

    He thought, obscurely, that Spring was the right time for a question like this; or at least this Spring was - a Spring that felt fresh and light and hazy, still dazed by the wonder of Winter’s passing. Dean, sitting in the car beside him, looked washed out by it - or rather, washed clean, Cas supposed he meant. Softened, in any case.

    “How d’you mean?” Dean said. He turned to Cas, the bright sun shrinking out the darkness in his eyes - turning them green. Green like go-lights, green like mazes - no, gentler than both of those; green like the water-full leaves of succulent plants. Green like book covers, like peppermint-flavour candies.

    “I mean… do you ever feel something that you can’t explain? Something… ineffable?”

    Dean pressed his lips together. Cas wondered if he needed to explain the word ‘ineffable’.

    “Nah?” he said. “I guess most of what I feel, I know what to call it. I don’t always like it, but at least I know what it is.”

    Cas nodded seriously. Dean let the silence rest for a while as they cruised down the Spring-morning road.

    “What about you?” he said eventually.

    Cas lifted a shoulder.

    “I… have a thousand words for how things feel,” he said, “and a thousand things to feel within me. But I… I cannot make them match.”

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    Eye Contact (M.)

    Originally posted by rapgodv

    Pairing: Jungkook x reader

    Genre: smut

    Word count: 3.7k

    Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

    Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

    Parts: 1 | 2 


    You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

    “Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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    Make You Feel Good

    Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

    Brett x Reader

    Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut

    “Talbot where’s your shirt?” Coach called as Brett pulled on a plain green T-shirt and sighed when he looked for you on the bleachers but found you still hadn’t arrived.

    “Sorry Coach.” He mumbled back.

    You’d never missed one of his games before and he thought you’d been joking when you told him you weren’t coming. He couldn’t even remember what the fight was about just that it had gone on for hours and ended up with you shoving him out of your house and slamming the door on him.

    “We’ve got this game.” Someone muttered to Brett who simply shrugged.

    “I guess.” Was all he said back as he finished kitting up and headed out onto the field.

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    Marking

    Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

    Word Count: 2,185 (yikes oops)

    Warnings: Rough, Hair pulling, spanking, teasing, smut, biting, marking. (Think that’s it for now.) 

    Request: Can u make a Liam Dunbar smut please?  Also can the reader be a werewolf. Maybe the story line can be something on the lines of the reader and Liam are mates and they both marked each other and went into heat

      Scott rolled his eyes at you, when you chose to sit next to Liam. He knew damn well what was going on, he knew that you were you were currently undergoing heat, and so was Liam. Liam’s entire body stiffened as you curled into his side, nudging at him. Females wolves always handled heat worse than males– he could control himself, while you on the other hand were completely losing it. You needed Liam, not Scott, not Stiles, not Mason or Corey, you needed Liam.

      You weren’t exactly sure why, it was Liam who your wolf had chosen, but it had, and it was relentless when it came to being near him. You had to be in some sort of contact with the first beta, which kind of annoyed you seeing as you couldn’t stand him. Liam had always been sort of hateful towards you, either it was because since you became Scott’s beta, and the alpha now had to pay attention to both of you instead of just him, or just because he was trying to cover the fact that you were absolutely stunning, and he just wanted to ravish you whenever he got close.

      He pushes you off of him, growling under his breath. You frown, scooting away and pouting. “Be nice…” Scott says, trying not to smile at your actions.

      “She was all over me!” Liam defended himself. You bit your lip, as Scott glared at him and his jaw clenched tight. You almost moaned at the angry glance Liam threw at you. He could smell your frustrations, but instead, decided to keep himself contained.

    “Just, please, play the movie.” Stiles whines, wanting nothing to do with the two teenagers who were making everyone uncomfortable with their sexual needs.

    “Sure.” Lydia sighs, curling into his side while pressing the play button. You take a blanket and cover Liam’s lap with it.

    “What’re you doing?” He struggles to take it off, as it tangles between his legs.

    “You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You look down at his lap which had risen.

      “Shut up.” Malia demands at you two. You whine, arching your back as you move further into the couch. Your body had grown sticky with sweat, you couldn’t help it when you pulled your top shirt off, leaving you in your tank-top. Lydia had suggested everyone comes over to her house to watch a movie while the two were in heat, taking everyone’s mind off of it for a while. She failed to mention how hot it was in here.

    “Is anyone else sweating half to death?” She asks, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist.

      “No, I’m good.” Scott and Malia answer in unison. Stiles and Lydia shake their heads, to absorbed into the movie to give a verbal answer. You look at Liam, who nods.

    “I’m hot.”

    “It’s part of your heat.” Scott says, playing with Malia’s hair.

    “How do I fix it?”

    “You don’t. Not for another week.”

    “Shh!” Malia hisses.

      “I need a drink.” You stand up, walking into the other room, opening the fridge. You heard Liam get up and walk over, not bothering to explain his actions. He closes the fridge with his strong hand, before pushing you to the wall.

    “What are you doing?” He asks. You press your chest to his,

    “Nothing. Why?”

    “Stop touching me, stop trying to care about me. Stop it.”

    “Why?” You smirk, “You have an issue, Liam?” You reach down to grab his bulge, “Oo, you do.”

      He grabs your wrist, nice and tight, “I said stop it.” His eyes glow a bright yellow, your eyes instinctively turning yellow as well. You look down in submission though, nodding.

      “Good.” He takes a deep breath to control himself, before moving back to the couch. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You made your way back to the couch, peeling off your tank-top too. You were doing it partly because you were indeed sweating profusely, but also because Liam was staring at you. He swallowed thickly when he saw your bare torso.

      You leaned across the couch, your feet leaning on Liam’s lap. He stiffened, flexing his fingers as you ran your sock covered feet against his tent. “Stop it.” He spits gently, going unknown to everyone else.

      “Sorry.” You whimper, purposely moving it over his crotch again, while pulling away. He grabs your ankle, pausing your action. He drags it back over his manhood, looking around to see if anyone was looking. You rolled your foot against his jeans again.

    “Fuck! Liam! Mason needed our help with the homework!” You yelp, standing up and gathering your stuff.

    “What?” He asks. You glare at him, his body immediately responding by standing and gathering his items.

    “Calculous.” You frown, “Sorry guys. We’ll see you later.”

      “Wait!” Scott almost tosses Malia off of him, meeting you two at the doors, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? When you’re in heat, mating is available, and then babies, and just complete and utter chaos, okay? Marking is too, okay?”

    “We’re helping Mason with homework, Scott.” She lies.

    “Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you have to do, but you need to know the risk. Mating, and Marking. No sex.”

    “No sex.” Liam nods.

      “No sex.” You smile, dashing out the door, grabbing Liam’s hand on the way out. He watches you push him into the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the rest of the group.

    “Uh oh.”


    “We’re not actually helping Mason with homework, are we?” Liam asks, as you push open his front door.

      “Hell no.” You mash your lips into his, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to the wall. Just your scent, was so enticing, that he lost all of his control. He turns you around, so your back collides with the wall. He grabs your hands, yanking them up and holding them against the wall above your head. You moan, when he pushes his knee between your thighs, bouncing it into your core.

    “Fuck, Liam.”

      “You smell so fucking good.” He sighs, attacking your neck in light kisses. You tilt it as best you can, while he slips one of his hands to cover both of your wrists, and the other to move downwards. His claws begin to form, and he rips your shirt down the middle, slipping it off your shoulders.

    “This is so stupid.” You breathe, “We should stop.”

    “Is that what you want?” He asks, yanking down your pants roughly. You moan when he drops to his knees.

    “What about Marking?” You groan, his teeth collecting the brim of your underwear and pulling down. “Mating?”

      “I’ll pull out.” You nod, your hands meeting his hair to tug and pull, “Fuck!” He shouts, your smell was so divine. He pushed himself off of you, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. The show of dominance had you weak at the knees, but you’d be damned if you let him see your submission. He pulls away, “Upstairs. Now.” You almost toppled over, the demand clearly effecting you in a way that made your arousal smell even better. You started walking up, shaking your hips in front of his face slowly. He slapped your bare ass once, “Stop teasing me and get the hell upstairs.” He growls. You jump, bouncing the rest of the way to his bedroom. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him, moving you to the bed. You lie down, bending your knees and spreading your legs.

      You stick two fingers in his mouth, watching him strip down to his boxers. You move your fingers between your thighs, playing with yourself. You rub your clit vigorously, before sticking two fingers into your opening. He grabs your hand, and pushes your fingers into his mouth. You moan, as his tongue swirls around your juices.

      “Mmm,” He hums, ripping away from you. He grabs your body while sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your stomach and hips over his legs. You whine at the thought of what is going to happen next. He rubs his hand over your lower half, running his fingers through your slit afterwards. Then, with a hard smack, he starts talking.

      “That was for teasing me at Lydia’s house on the couch.” He hits again, harder this time, “That was for grabbing me in the kitchen,” Another harsh slap is delivered, “That was for teasing me up the stairs,” With a final smack, your eyes turn bright yellow, letting out an animalistic snarl, “And that was for touching yourself while I was watching.”

    “I’m sorry.” You moan, your fangs sprouting, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Just do something, anything. Please.”

    “Awe.” He smiles, “You want something?”

    “Mhm.”

    “Anything?”

    “Yes!” He shoves to fingers into your sopping pussy.

    “Like this?” He asks, curling them into your g-spot. You gasp, nodding quickly.

      “Fuck, yes, just like that.” He brings his thumb up to play with your clit, watching your body squirm against his in the most delicious way. His other hand moves to your breasts, which were dangling off his legs. He grabs your left nipple, rolling the hard nub in his hand. “Fuck, Liam!”

    “You like that?” He asks, as you buck your hips.

    “Yes, yes yes, fuck!” Your legs begin to shake, your stomach tying in harder knots, “I’m gonna cum!”

    “You’re gonna cum?” He asks, bouncing his knee repeatedly, “Beg me.” He demands, his inner wolf becoming more and more dominant.

    “Please, Liam, please let me come!” You moan, gripping his leg tightly. Your claws begin to sprout, as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

      “Come for me, princess.” He whispers, giving a harsh smack to your ass again. You practically explode, your entire body shaking and twitching, as the best orgasm of your life happens, everything just too much. You let out a loud, wolf-like growl, before you grow weak. He pulls you up, so that you’re facing him.

    “Did you like that, princess?”

    “Fuck, yeah.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. He pushes you back on the back.

    “Ready for more?”

      Usually, you would’ve been done, unable to continue, but because you were in heat, you couldn’t help but nod, your core already growing wet again. He leans down, licking a long strip up your pussy, before moving up to your lips. He pushes them against each other, this time slower, filled with passion, and not so much lust. Your eyes open, but instead of their usual color, they’re golden. Liam admires them, and before he knows it, his are glowing too. He slips his boxers off, stroking himself a few times, before grabbing a condemn from his nightstand. He rips open the package, slipping the rubber on himself.

      He pushes into you, moaning at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting a couple times. You gasp when he hits the exact spot inside of you, your head thrashing backwards. Your hands reach up and push into his hair as his thrusts get harder and faster.

      “Fuck, Liam!” You moan, your claws now digging into his back and slicing down. He howls, before the marks heal, his eyes already mirroring yours, with your bronze colors still illuminating the other’s face.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again. His teeth clash with yours sloppily, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.

    “Fuck you’re amazing.” You whine, “Harder!”

    “Harder?” He moans, going deeper inside of you, “You l-like it rough, don’t you?”

      “Yes, Liam, please.” Both of your voices sounded a little demonic, due to your transitions, but both of your faces were still natural, only your eyes and teeth showing your werewolf genes. He shoved his face into your neck, as his final thrusts sent you over the edge. You screamed, digging your fangs into his shoulder, before he mimicked the action, coming hard into the condemn. He stayed inside you for a couple moments, letting his breathing return to normal. He pulled out and pushed beside you, your chest still heaving dramatically.

    “Sorry about your shoulder.” You say, a bit embarrassed.

      “Yeah, me too.” He says, wiping the blood from the mark that had healed. He stands up, taking the condemn off his cock, tying it and tossing it in the garbage. He wipes himself off, grabbing a cloth for you too. You wipe all of the extra fluids, such as spit, come and blood. His eyes flared golden at you, his eyebrows furrowing.

    “What’s that?” He asks, pointing at you.

    “What?”

    “There’s like… an aura around you.”

    “Huh?”

      “You know how Kira had an aura, the fox… well you have one too… it’s pink though, and it just surrounds you, but not in the shape of a fox… it’s just, surrounding you.” Your eyes flash to your wolf ones too.

    “You have it around you too!”

    “Do you think…?” Liam asks, “Do you think that means that we’re…”

    “Mates?” Liam shrugs, your heartbeat quickening by the second, “We should probably call Scott.”

    — aquiver | 05 (m)

    aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

    pairing min yoongi x reader
    genre/warnings—  smut (!!!), romance, fluff???, the beginnings of angst, the foreshadowing is real…(sorry!)
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    :: summary Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

    note inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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    “Hopefully, no one will notice” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

    Summary : the story of how Bruce and his wife ended up with so many…marks on their bodies (stories this is referencing “She should cut her nails” and “Bruce…sucks”).

    Hope you’ll like it, it’s kinda long sorry about that, I felt inspired ahem, especially you @harlequin-swan and blahblahblah : 

    WARNING : If you are uncomfortable with smut, NSFW things, please, DO NOT read that fic. It is one of those that I have absolutely no shame writing. But I understand that not everyone like it. You can go check my not NSFW work though, I have way more of those :-). Anyway. Boom 2. :

    (My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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    It started rather innocently, as it often does, with Bruce saying that you had the house for yourself. 

    The kids were out with Alfred for the ENTIRE day, because it was grandmother’s day and…Well, they considered your lovely and sassy butler their grandfather, and thought it was unfair that there wasn’t a “grandfather’s day”, so decided that grandmother’s day was also for grandfathers and…Yeah, basically, they weren’t there. 

    He wasn’t even implying anything. Just saying that you could relax together, without any of your kids coming to bother you. How great was that ? 

    Usually, no matter what, if you’d just settle down to watch TV, or do anything really, if one of your children was in the area, you could be sure they’d come ask you for something, or just stay with you. You didn’t mind of course, but sometimes, you had to admit that being just with your Bruce was nice. 

    Your initial plan was to watch a few movies, and rest, because the week you just had had been hectic, and you were both exhausted…Really, it was all about enjoying each other’s presence more than anything else. 

    Laying on the couch, watching a stupid rom-coms (but if you and Bruce were honest, you both loved stupid rom-coms), you were just so damn comfortable.

    He was laying across the couch, with you on top of him, a blanket thrown over you two, so warm, so relaxing, so comfortable.  

    Yes. It started out so innocently. 

    You went through two movies (which was a record by the way) before your fingers started to slowly go up his shirt, and his hands were sneakily moving down your pants. 

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