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anonymous asked:

Other then All Might and Izuku's mom, Shouto is the only one who can get Izuku to stay in bed when sick.


“Here.” A bowl of warm soup was shoved into his face, “Eat it.”

Izuku’s face contorted into a frown and pushed the menacing object away from his face. Shouto persisted, constantly taunting the bowl on the bedridden boy’s cheek. The heat from the soup cleared the mucus in his nostrils, the delicious smell alerting his mind to eat. Izuku parted his lips.

“Feed me.” He said. Shouto’s face was as flat as a board.

“No.” A spoon was pressed into his hand, “You can do it by yourself.“ 

Izuku merely swayed his head from side to side and whined, "Don’t wanna. You brought it to me. Feed me." 

An eyelid twitched or two and a jaw was set firm.  Shouto bit out a growl through his teeth and forcefully took the spoon away from the limp hand. He scooped some soup and precariously held it by the lips. Izuzku slowly sipped it off and a satisfied hum came after. 

The situation droned on for minutes as Shouto silently eyed Izuku. Even with messy verdant hair and a runny nose, he still is adorable. He could faint just at the sight of him.

By the time Shouto set the empty bowl on the side table, Izuku was already snoring his ass off. On impulse, he brought a hand by his forehead and played with his hair. Shouto bent forward and pressed a light kiss on the freckled skin. He slowly stood up and, as he closed the door, whispered.

"Sweet dreams, Izuku.”

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We Are Right Now

Peter Quill x Reader: fluffy smut. 

Peter’s feelings for you are outed out by Mantis. 

“You feel…love.”

Peter stumbled over his words, “Yeah. I guess, yeah. I feel a general unselfish love for-”

“No!” Mantis interrupted. “Sexual love.”

“No. No. I don’t!” Peter shook his head at the woman.

“For her!” she pointed in Gamora’s direction, to which Drax bursted into a loud rough laugh. You stood behind Gamora trying to stifle a laugh, because Peter’s face was fucking priceless. Also laughing to hide the sinking feeling in your heart, because of course Peter wanted Gamora; she was pretty hot. And you? You were just some Terran chick who knew her way around the galaxy; Rocket had been an old pal and asked you to come along with them for a while. And yeah, you weren’t blind. Peter was attractive; he was charismatic, funny, and most importantly, he had the right dance moves. So you weren’t surprised that he wanted Gamora, not one bit.

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The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k


The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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anonymous asked:

Just imagine jeep sex w shawn like 😩

MASTERLIST

Look what you made me do…

You were singing along loudly to the radio, swaying your head and looking out the window on the street passing you by. You had graciously been allowed to drive Shawn’s jeep to the airport to pick him up, but the moment the two of you had gotten anywhere near the car, Shawn’s love for his precious jeep took over and once again you were banned to the passenger seat.

You didn’t mind much, to be fair. The only advantage Shawn had by always being the one driving, was that he got to pick the music, but you could live that.

At least this time, he wasn’t blasting his out voice out of the stereo just to annoy you. This time Ed Sheeran’s voice consumed the car.

You tilted your head to the left, catching Shawn’s gaze sticking at you. He smiled widely when he caught your gaze as well.

“Eyes on the road, Mendes!” You hissed at him, but it just made him laugh.

That little crocket smile, you loved so deeply, painted itself on his lips and he was giving you a teasing glance. Aww, your little baby was a bit needy. You grabbed around his chin with your thumb, pushing his face towards the road.

“I said, eyes on the road” You spoke once again, raising your eyebrow at him. Shawn leaned a little further towards you, licking his soft lips slowly.

“I like this view better” he rasped. His voice sounded sore, but the darkness made it even sexier than usually.

“I’m serious… You can drive and snapchat and risk your life on your own, but when I’m in the car? Hell no! Eyes on the road, Mendes” You teased him, letting your thumb caress his chin as you once again pushed his head to the side, forcing him to look out on the road ahead of you.

You watched as Shawn’s smug grew, but he decided to keep his eyes on the road this time. Playfully though, his mouth grabbed your thumb and he bit you harshly.

“Hey!” whined at him, but you only made it worse.

A massive smirk appeared on Shawn’s face and you were certain his eyes were shining.

“Trust me, babe. I can do a lot more than just biting you” Shawn rasped.

He shortly let his eyes fall on you, but then he looked back at the road. You felt the heat rush to your face as you twisted in the leather seat by his words.

“Like what?” you dared him, feeling your cheeks blush massively.

Why did this even make you shy? It wasn’t like Shawn had never talked dirty to you before. Actually, late night calls with Shawn usually consisted of dirty talk.

Shawn turned left on the road and continued driving back home, but he couldn’t help but let out a heavy breath.

“Oh darling, I’ve been gone for so long this time, you can’t even imagine what I’m going to do to you”

“Tell me” you whispered with the heat rushing around your body, leaving your skin tickly.

“Just as eager as me, huh?” Shawn laughed, once again looking at you shortly.

“Aww, and you’re blushing as well” he teased you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face back towards the road.

“Someone needs to teach you how to drive properly” you mocked back.

“Have we ever been in an accident or even close to it?”

“Well no…”

“Then stop complaining about my driving” He yelled.

He wasn’t mad, he was just joking with you. You leaned across your seat and closer to Shawn, almost letting your lips brush against his ear gently, taking a deep breath.

“I’m just keeping you safe, baby. That’s all” you whispered playfully.

You felt every fibre in Shawn’s body tighten and his muscles sudden tense feeling. Oh yeah, you were driving him crazy right now. Shawn’s grip around the steering wheel strengthen and his hands were rubbing it harshly.

“I wish you’d rub me like that” You whispered into his ear once again. You were messing with his mind and you fucking loved it.

You watched as the chills spread across Shawn’s body and how his mouth was suddenly gaping wiped open as he forced in air. Shawn swallowed heavily, letting his gaze catch you from the corner of his eyes.

You bit your lip the moment he turned to look at you, before licking them slowly. Shawn’s eyes were wide open and had a darken tone to them.

“It’s not fair. Stop it” he whispered back at you.

“Stop what?” you asked, innocently.

Quickly, Shawn leaned in and placed a damp kiss on your lips, before pulled back and was focusing on the road again.

“You know what, the teasing”

“Shawn-“ you said defensively, covering your mouth with you hand. “I would never”

“Liar” he laughed back at you.

“We’re home soon” you said, but it was more like a promise.

You let your hand disappear into Shawn’s hair, rubbing his head gently. Suddenly, Shawn made a harsh turn. A turn he wasn’t supposed to take, if he wanted to end up at home.

“Well, soon isn’t fast enough” he breathed heavily.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, looking at him confused.

Shawn made another turn and suddenly he pulled the car up in a empty parking lot near a small supermarket. Before you could react, Shawn had grabbed roughly around your neck and pulled you into his welcoming lips.

His move forced all the air out of your lungs. His tongue spread your lips and slit into your mouth. Only half a second later, you tasted that mix of mint and sweet mango only Shawn tasted like.

Shawn unbuckled your seatbelt quickly, before pulling you across the car and over to sit on his lap. You immediately felt the big bugle between Shawn’s legs, pressing hardly against you.

Shawn grabbed your ass roughly, almost making you moan against his wet lips. You pulled out of the kiss, staring surprisingly at him.

“Shawn, here? We might get caught” you gasped, completely out of breath.

“I swear to you, I don’t fucking care. I’m so hard for you, right now” Shawn’s voice sounded so desperate in this moment.

You let your eyes stick at him for a bit. The heat had rushed to his face, making his cheeks red and his entire face damp. His lips were trembling and he was… well, very hard.

Shawn needed this; right here, right now, in the car. Your mother always told you that those teenage years was made for living a little dangerously, so you figured that maybe she was right.

Shawn looked at you, wanting impatiently for a reaction, actually more like begging for one. It was like his eyes screamed please touch me.

You licked your lip, unbuckling his seatbelt as well. A broad smug spread on his face, but you just rolled your eyes at him. When you thought about it, Shawn had mentioned car sex several times before.

Only seconds after, Shawn’s hands were now greedily placed on your body again, exploring all the places he’d missed for so long. You rubbed yourself against Shawn, feeling his length grow even bigger and even harder through his black jeans.

Shawn’s hand grab around your ponytail, pulling it back roughly so his tongue was able to lick along your bare neck.

You struggled to unbutton his pants for a bit, but to your defence, Shawn’s hands caressing all the right places on your body, made it very hard to function properly. You finally managed to undo them and pulled down his pants a little. It was impossible to take his clothes off in the car, so it would have to do.

Shawn pushed up your dress and gripped around the hem of your panties. Slowly, his fingers ran down your thighs, leaving goose bumps all over your skin. When the panties made it down to your ankles, Shawn grabbed around your hips, helping you to push yourself down his massive length.

You had to support your balance by placing a hand on the roof of the jeep, while feeling Shawn glide even further into you.

Whenever Shawn and you hadn’t had sex in a while, he always seemed much thicker than you really remembered him.

You pushed Shawn further down his car seat as you started riding him roughly. Quiet moans escaped Shawn’s trembling lips and he threw his head back in pure please.

“Fuck” he breathed, once again grabbing around your hips.

His big and strong hands pushed you to move even faster and even harder down against him. Biting your lip, you were able to strangle the otherwise loud whimpers that would have slipped out of your mouth.

You back felt a pain from the steering wheel brushing against your skin, but the pleasure from feeling Shawn so deep inside you covered it up.

Shawn’s thumb ran across your quivering lips and you grabbed for it and started sucking it hard. Your gaze caught Shawn and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile. The pleasure was rushing in over him, leaving him completely consumed by your bodies greedily meeting each other’s.

His dark, curly hair had become all sweaty and sticky and he was struggling to regain control over his breath. His big hands ran down your back, before his nails were digging into your bare thighs, leaving red marks afterwards.

Your mouth found his damp neck and your tongue left a trail from the skin on his neck, to his soft lips. Shawn pushed his lower body up to meet your thrust, which made you bite his lip harshly from the bliss consuming you.

“Holy fuck” Shawn moaned against your skin.

You couldn’t get any words out of your lips, but your screaming certainly assured him you felt the same way. Shawn’s thumb pushed up your chin so he could look at you.

“Kiss me while I cum” he begged, sending you a tiny smile.

Your hands disappeared into his sticky hair and you closed the gap between your craving lips. You rode Shawn harder and he pushed himself up to meet your welcoming and wet body and he thrusted himself further into you, than he had ever been before.

You both reached your breaking point and it collided in a massive scream from the both of you as Shawn exploded inside of you.

Still sitting on Shawn’s lap, you collapsed into his chest. Shawn’s heart was pounding and his chest was burning warm. He lovingly kissed the top of your head, as you rested it against his collarbone. Shawn’s hands wrapped around you and he hugged you tightly.

You were both trying to regain some sort of strength, but this sex had been too good to recover from in the matter of seconds.

“We so need to have car sex more often” Shawn laughed, once again kissing the top of your hair.

You looked up and met his wide childish smile, rolling your eyes at him. He leaned down and kissed your nose tip gently.

“Yeah, we definitely do” you laughed back, cuddling yourself further into Shawn’s chest.

“Another reason to just love this jeep” he said, smiling widely. 

Can We Pretend

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2, 783

Warnings: public sin ;)

A/N: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thankyou so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Parties had never been my thing. The idea of being almost suffocated by intoxicated bodies never really tickled my fancy. But, this was Lydia’s party and God knows she’d have my head on a stick if I didn’t attend. It was only an hour in, and I had already drunk more than intended.

You see, I hardly drink. Being seventeen and best friends with the “popular girl” would make you believe that I party and drink all the time. But I don’t. However, when I do occasionally drink, you’d think I was a forty year old alcoholic who’s husband and kids just left with his secretary.

I wasn’t planning on getting drunk this early on in the evening, but I suppose it was a pretty good job I did. I’ve been trapped in the backyard for almost forty minutes now, and I have no way of getting inside. Take the door, you may say. But, that is a little easier said than done. Mr. Theo Raeken is currently occupying the small space just by the back door, preventing anyone getting in or out.

If it was anyone else standing there, it wouldn’t be a problem. Unfortunately for me, Theo is that ex that ruined your life and you now can’t bare to be within a five mile radius of him.

The alcohol coursing through my veins managed to give me the confidence of walking past him once, but there’s no way I have it in me to pass him again. At least, not without another few drinks. I take in my surroundings, Mason hovering over the grass as he dangles his fingers down his throat in attempt to clear himself out as much as possible - I cringe at the sight - whilst others chitchat by the pool, their feet soaked as they sit at the edge.

The sky was dark as ever, the stars and moon illuminating down on us as the florescent lighting from Lydia’s kitchen pierced through the windows. It wasn’t until now that I realised my choice of revealing clothing probably wasn’t the best idea. My skin was riddled with goosebumps and I wanted nothing more that to cuddle into a blanket.

“Hey you.” A voice snaps me back to reality, as a large figure takes a seat on the brick wall beside me. I squint my eyes at them in attempt to suss out their features through the dark night, and I finally manage to see who it was. “Well hello, Stiles!” I beam happily, smiling drunkenly at the boy before me. He chuckles at my state wrapping my arm around my shoulder and shifting in his place.

I smile to myself, leaning my head on his shoulder and swigging the sweet substance in my cup. “You’re drinking for once?” Stiles laughs, poking the cup in my hands and I face him with furrowed eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask defensively. Did he think I was some good girl? I frown at the thought.

“Nothing babe, why are you freezing out here?” He asks, handing me his jacket which I gratefully accept. “There’s a snake blocking the door.” I grumble, covering my arms with the thin fabric and snuggling into it, inhaling his sweet scent that lingered onto the material. Stiles laughs at my comment, shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stars above us and the occasional roars of laughter from inside. “Come on,” Stiles finally speaks, standing from his seat and holding his hands out to me. I furrow my eyebrows. “I’m gonna make sure you have a good time, even if that asshole is in there.” I smile up at him, taking his hands and he pulls me up.

Stiles wraps an arm around my shoulder as I wrap one around his waist for support. He pulls me inside and pushes past masses of people, his arms never leaving my shoulder. It’s a lot warmer inside and louder too. Music was blaring from all different areas of the house and cups and bottles were scattered everywhere. Lydia will not be pleased to clear this up.

I scan my eyes over the different groups of people talking and dancing, until I land on one familiar face. Theo stood by the door, beer in hand and a smirk on his face as he conversed with a group of boys and girls I had never seen in my life. He nods at something that was said before he scans his eyes over the room, landing on me almost immediately, and his smirk falters.

I look away quickly, tugging Stiles’ shirt slightly to gain his attention. “You alright?” I nod my head, gulping loudly as I feel Theo’s hard stare burning into the side of my face. “I wanna get a drink.” Stiles nods at me, saying goodbye to someone near us and leading me toward the fridge.

“Body shots!”

I spin around, falling out of Stiles’ grasp as a drunken Mason jumps toward me. Mason was a lightweight, two beers and he’s gone. He stops in front of me, eyes low but wide with excitement. His hair was messy, shirt spotted with wet patches from where he most probably spilt his drink from jumping around too much. He was like a kid on crack.

“Mas!” I giggled, hugging him tightly as he cradles my head and sways us side to side. “Sh, it’s okay. I got you.” He slurs, causing me to pout. “Is he staring?” My question was muffled by his shirt, but he still understood, nodding his head in confirmation. I sigh loudly and pull away from him, my shoulders now slumped.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asks, handing me another drink and returning his arm around my shoulder. “Theo keeps staring at her and it’s creeping us all out.” Mason speaks for me, wobbling slightly then giggling, which only causes me to giggle quietly too. Stiles stares at us both with an amused smile, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me and nuzzling his face into my neck.

I giggle at the gesture and spin around in his arms. wrapping mine around his neck and smiling up at him dizzily. “Wanna give Theo something to stare at?” Stiles asks huskily, a hesitant smirk on his lips which only catches my attention, causing an ache to pang between my legs.

I giggle seductively, carefully looking beside me to see Theo’s eyes boring into us, watching my every move. I smirk to myself before turning back to Stiles, staring at his lips before I reach onto my tiptoes and press my lips against his.

Stiles’ hands grab my cheeks, pulling me closer and kissing me harder. I groan against his lips, savouring the taste of sweet liquor that stained the flesh. My fingers tangle into his dark curls whilst his hands leave my face, travelling down my sides and grabbing a handful of my ass, eliciting a small moan from me that shoots from my mouth and into his.

His warm tongue licks through the seam of my lips, pushing them apart as his tongue danced against mine messily. I pull away slowly, breathing hitched with a smile on my face. I gulp away my nerves. “Is he still staring?” I ask in a shaky breath, the tip of my nose rubbing against Stiles’, our bodies still flushed against one another’s.

Stiles’ eyes trail over behind me, his smile only growing. “Oh, he’s gawking.” I snorted at his words, my body shaking with laughter, and I cling onto the back of Stiles’ shirt for support. “What do you say we get outta here?” He smirks down at me. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, staring up at him through my lashes before a smirk etches onto my lips.

I spin on my heels, hand wrapping around his and I push past multiple groups of people with Stiles waltzing behind me. My eyes meet Theo’s dark ones, and any other time, I’d be quick to look away, but instead, my gaze on him lingered, until I was out of sight and climbing up the stairs, swaying my hips more than usual - knowing Stiles would be watching my ass with his first class view.

Upstairs was a lot quieter, hardly anybody occupied the empty space, which made things a lot easier. Pulling Stiles down the longing hall with me, we finally reach Lydia’s spare bedroom and I slowly push the door open. The room was already dimly lit by the bedside lamp and moonlight that shone through the window.

In a matter of seconds, the door slammed closed and my back was pressed against it, arms pinned above my head and heavy breath fanning over my neck. I whimper at the feeling, a wetness already beginning to pool in my panties and I shift uncomfortably. “Stiles,” I pant, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease some of the pent up sexual frustration I had. Stiles noticed my slight movement, and jabs my legs apart with his knee, causing me to whine and him to chuckle at my vulnerable state.

“We’ve got all night baby, don’t rush.” He taunts, rubbing the tip of his nose against the skin of my neck and I audibly moan at the feeling of his hot breath against my skin. “But I don’t wanna wait.” I growl, a rush of confidence surging through me and I push him off me, watching as he stumbles back. His eyes darken in the moonlight, and I charge toward him.

Stiles crouches a little as I approach him and jump into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as our lips battle in a messy fight, tongues clashing and teeth nibbling. He spins us around, throwing me onto the large bed and tearing his shirt off his body. I stare up at him adoringly, loving the way his muscles flexed with every movement he made.

I copy his actions, ridding myself from my flimsy shirt and throwing it across the room, my nipples instantly hardening as the cool air hits them. Stiles grunts at the sight, crawling between my legs and latching his lips onto one of my hardened nubs, whilst his fingers pinched the other.

I whine in response, the fire in my stomach only growing as my back arched from the mattress. My fingers tangle within his matted locks and I pull his face from my chest, our lips just centimeters away until I press mine against his. Stiles’ hands roam down the sides of my body until his fingers loop around into the waistband of my leggings and panties. I whimper with excitement, and he pinches the fabric between his fingers, tugging the materials down my legs.

Stiles slowly crawls down my body, lips messily cashing together as he tugs off his pants and boxers, throwing them across the dark room. He carefully aligns himself at my entrance, his tip pushing through my folds as the door swung open, sharp light invading the room as drunken cheers bounced off the walls. My body froze, Stiles jumping up from me and throwing the covers over us.

“What’s going on in here?” Mason giggles, a drunken Scott and Liam following after him. “We.. were about to… take a nap.” Stiles lies, his voice squeaking slightly. I furrow my eyebrows at Scott and Liam as the begin to clamber toward the bed Stiles and I were currently naked under. “How are we gonna get away with this?” I whisper to him, curling into his side.

Scott and Liam climb into the bed with us, their legs squashing our bodies together as our toes were all in each other’s faces. My breathing quickens at the thought of someone moving the bed covered exposing our naked bodies. However my breathing immediately stops when I feel a warm hand roaming the inside of my thighs.

My eyes widen, stomach dropping and I clamp my mouth shut to conceal an oncoming moan. I turn to Stiles with a worried expression, my arousal heightening at the smirk that sat upon his lips. I clamp my thighs around his hand, causing it to move further up until it was cupping my soaked heat.

Stiles nuzzles his head in my neck, flattening his tongue against the skin and licking his way up to my ear. I release a shaky breath, clamping my bottom lip between my teeth as his hot breath ghosts over my ear. “Open your legs.” My body obeys before I could even process his raspy words, his fingers making quick work of spreading my folds and swiping his finger up my slick entrance.

“Fuck. You’re drenched baby. I just wanna taste you so bad.” I whimper at his filthy words, covering it immediately with a strangled cough, which neither Liam nor Scott seem to notice as they continue with their conversation. Stiles slowly dips his middle finger into me, curling against my walls and my back arches from the mattress at the insane amount of pleasure he was somehow conflicting on me with just one finger.

God knows what that tongue could do.

My hand travels beneath the sheets, roaming around our bodies until my hand wraps around his fully erect cock, my eyes widening once again at the feeling of his size. He hisses at the feeling, earning Scott’s attention which he quickly avoids by rubbing his forehead with his spare hand. Scott simply nods his head, understanding that Stiles had an apparent headache, then continued to converse with Liam.

Stiles picks up his pace, pumping his finger in and out of me, curling against my walls and rubbing tight circles on my clit with his thumb. His whole hand was soaked with my arousal and he only just started. I cleared my throat to disguise my strangled moans and ran my thumb across his throbbing tip; smearing the already present precum before sliding my warm hand down his shaft.

His face buried into the crook of my neck, his lips attaching to the skin and surely sucking a purple bruise that’ll be no fun hiding in a few days. I purse my lips together, eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting as my the back of my head presses hard against the pillow, my toes curling at the sudden intensity of pleasure I was receiving.

My grip on his cock released as Stiles’ finger curled against my g-spot, my whole body breaking into a hot sweat. My hand wrapped around his wrist, squeezing tightly to tell him I was close, but he had no mercy and continued his relentless assault.

My body was on fire and my mind felt like it was about to explode at any second. The knot in my lower abdomen only grew tighter and my walls clenched around his fingers. Stiles jolted up from his position, throwing his clammy hand over my parted lips to muffle any screams I was about to muster.

I met his dark eyes as his face hovered above me, my thought clamping together and my eyebrows furrowed. Stiles knew I was about to cum at any second, so he picked up his pace, curling harder inside of me and pumping faster. “Bite me.” He mouths to me, eyes wide and demanding, so I did exactly that; his dominant side only turning me on even more.

My back arched from the mattress, my vision fading and replaced with darkness as I came on his fingers, biting what probably felt like a hole in Stiles’ hand. My body shook, oversensitive from the insane amount of pleasure that coursed through my bones, and Stiles pulled out, bringing his drenched fingers to his lips and sucking them clean.

I could’ve easily came again at the sight, as my vision was finally restored. I sat up in my place, my chest heaving and I noticed two sleeping bodies by our feet and a passed out Mason on the floor. I turn back to Stiles, watching as he redressed himself and hands me back my clothing from the floor, that somehow went unnoticed by the intoxicated teenagers.

I quickly redressed in the bed; too afraid to leave in case one of them were to wake up and see my naked body. Once I had finished fixing myself, Stiles crawled back into the bed, throwing the covers back over us and pulling me into his chest.

He presses a light kiss to my forehead, stroking my hair as I stare at the darkness of his black shirt, wondering what the fuck just happened, and what will happen from here.

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A/N: This is a part II of Braids. Please please please read that first so you may understand the intimacy of their close friendship. I really hope you all like it - please send me your feedback here. Thank you, love you, and happy reading :)

Harry doesn’t remember the last time he felt this giddy.

He thinks it was the time you had finally agreed to see him perform, and he had found a bouquet of flowers in his dressing room with a small card that read “If you were a flower, you’d be a damndelion”. There was no signature on the card, but he immediately recognized your scribbled handwriting. He had worn a grin for the rest of the night, feeling utterly enamoured by your silent act of kindness, wondering how someone with that much heart fell into his crazy life.

Now that he was thinking about it, he had always been showered by your good nature. It was what had attracted him to you in the first place. Your gentle personality had the ability to touch others in a way that made them feel like the most important person on the earth. And now that Harry’s watched your kindness spread through the hearts of the ones he loved most, he promised himself to finally be honest with you … even if it meant crossing the blurred lines of your close friendship.  

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We Are Young: Chapter 1

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Coach is going to kill you.”

Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced over at Nehemia, but the dark skinned beauty was too busy backing into a parking spot of the school parking lot to pay her any attention.

Uncle Orlon,” The car came to a stop and Aelin sent Nehemia another pointed look - “Isn’t going to kill me for added a little extra sugar in my coffee.” A pause. “Uncle Weylan might though.”

“There are several things wrong with your statement,” Lysandra spoke up from the back of the car. She leant forward to look at herself in the rearview mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. “One, you got a gingerbread latte and added three extra packets of sugar. I wouldn’t call that ‘a little’. And two,” Lysandra turned, sending Aelin a deadly smile. “Coach Weylan will definitely kill you when he finds out.”

If he finds out.” Aelin smirked, taking a big sip of her over sugared drink.

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i love the way she lets out a shy little whimper when i put my hands on her thighs again, pushing her sweet little lilac dress up higher. i graze my thumb along her slit, and her hips can’t help but rise, desperate for more. she always wants more, my little slut.

her thighs clench together and she makes another pretty sound as i slip my fingers inside her. i can tell her white cotton panties are soaked through from the hours of teasing i subjected her to before we left the house. she takes it easily, always greedy for it, dripping with need and eager to fuck.

the bright sunshine glints along her lashes, her golden ringlets heavy with the weight of it. her eyes are wild. i use my other hand to cover her mouth, keeping her quiet, and her hips rise to meet my every thrust as she leans against the soft brown bark of our oak tree to steady herself. i love the sight of our initials carved into the wood above her head. the leaves sway with the fresh summer breeze, gently ruffling her hair.

she moves my hand away from her mouth and pulls me closer, her hands twisting in my curls, her lips on mine. i want her closer, closer, closer. i press up against her, going harder when she begs for it and softer when she gets too loud, pulling down her dress and circling one of her hard little nipples with my tongue. she arches into my touch and begs me to let her cum, panting softly.

i let her beg for a while.

We need to talk about something.

And that something is the way Harry would behave when you get home from the gym.

You get back, absolutely exhausted from a hard workout, your gym clothes cool and damp with sweat, sticking to your skin. And Harry’s in the kitchen cooking some “protein” noodles or maybe they’re zoodles or squoodles, and for whatever reason he’s only got a pair of tight joggers on, his chest completely exposed to the boiling pot.

“Don’t burn yourself,” you sigh, remembering the last time he cooked nearly naked and little grease spatter burns were across his belly for at least a week. You kick off your shoes, bending to remove the sweat-soaked socks from your feet. A sharp hiss escapes you as you feel the burn in your thighs.

“S’the matter?” he asks, turning the stove top off and removing the pot before crossing over to you.

“My thighs burn,” you mutter, slowly easing yourself up. Harry’s closer now, arms outstretched with his hands running over your shoulders. His fingers twist around a bit of damp hair before he pulls them back, brushing them lightly beneath his nose. “Are you trying to smell my sweat?”

“Yeah,” he grins unabashedly, taking a fist full of your wet hair and inhaling deeply. He growls in pleasure, before placing a kiss on your neck. “What do they call it? Natural musk?”

“I do not have a musk, Harry!”

You stomp away from him, but the ache in your thighs keeps you from achieving the desired dramatics.

“Yeh do, love, and it’s sexy,” he says, easily closing the distance between you once more as he slithers his arms around your waist and rests his head atop yours, swaying you gently.

“Well, I think I’m smelly and would like to take a shower.”

“Can I help yeh with that, love?”

Turning in his arms, you give him a hard look. “No,” you answer firmly, “because to you helping is fucking and I’m just too exhausted for that right now.”

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 15)

Originally posted by beuits

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15.

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REALMS(PT2)

Originally posted by taetaehyungs


REQUEST: Hey i just read all of your fics hehe and i really like your writing! Can I request a very protective demon!tae fic pls? Doesn’t matter if fluffy or smutty thank you so much x

GENRE: Demon!au, Supernatural, smut(to come), slight angst, i have to make this fluffy of course

He was never supposed to meet her, but when he did, all he wanted to do was to keep her.

(PT3/??) - PT1, PT3

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bonnie & clyde

mobster! dean au pt 1

 →word count: 3.9k

 →warnings: smut; references to sexual abuse;

 →a/n: i know dean isn’t exactly a kpop idol, but i really love him and his music, he is one of my favourite artists at the moment. me and my friend were both loving the idea of gangsta! dean or mobster! dean and it got my creative juices flowing (soz that’s kinda gross).

pt2 here

Originally posted by iaxifin

“oi, baby, get you’re hot ass over here,” dom calls over to you, “my lap’s feelin’ a little lonely.”

you sighed to yourself and made your way over to him, his harsh hands cuffing onto your waist, like you’d dare escaping such a man.

“my boys were saying how you were having a little chat with the delivery guy yesterday.”

his grip immediately tightened painfully as you look at his lackeys all hanging their heads sheepishly. you got along well with his guys, so the fact that they got you into trouble like this made you feel betrayed.

“baby,” you put on a fake voice to cover up your fear, “it was nothing like that, he was just being polite.”

he gave you a twisted smile, “well maybe he should know next time to stay away from what’s not his.”

his hand clutches onto your wrist instead and he drags you off of his lap and down the corridor to his room. you knew what this meant.

“i’m gonna make sure that everyone in this whole building knows who you belong to.”

dom’s party had just kicked off downstairs in the club, the bass of the music coming up from under your feet.

after what happened earlier with dom and you, you’d rather die than sit on his lap all night like his little pet.

it was a few years ago when you became dom’s ‘pet’ after you courageously stepped in for your ex boyfriend and told dom to take you instead of him. but the minute your ex got out, he had moved on immediately. it was a foolish idea, to think that your boyfriend would save you. but you were so young and naive then. so you were stuck as dom’s and there was no escape. you were trapped and labelled as “his” forever.

you look over to you’re shared bed with dom and see a note with a box laying there.

because you should always look like a princess.

d x

in the box laid a silk dusty rose cami style dress. as beautiful as it was, you didn’t want it. it was just a way to try and win your affection, but there was no real love or kindness intended by it.

but you wore it anyway because if you didn’t, there’d be a repeat of earlier’s events.

in the elastic of your stockings, you slipped your pistol in case things tonight got ugly with any unwanted guests. dom may have been a nasty piece of work, but he would never leave you vulnerable.

your put on a pair of daps with it and a fur coat over the top, you knew it would please dom if you looked “classy”. a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts and dom walked in his signature suit.

“wow baby,” he looked you up and down perversely, “you look fucking hot.”

you tried not to scoff at his words, so instead just kept your face emotionless, looking down at your daps. he grabbed your hips and pulls you out the door with him, down towards the party.

the music was getting louder and louder as you walked down the corridor. the entrance to the club was taunting freedom. as dom opened the door to the club, the guests all roared with whistles and hollers at the big man himself making his big entrance.

“ladies n gents,” he puts on a triumphant smile, “welcome!”

he walked over to where he sat for every event, his guys following closey behind, and pushed you down onto his thigh, your chair for the night.

as the night dragged on, people came over to dom, giving him a firm handshake. of course, everyone knew it was better to be pals with dom, then to make him your enemy. or you we’re fucked. last time someone came to his club looking for a fight, he got one. but it didn’t look so pretty for him afterwards.

but by 11:30, a dark face came to pay dom a visit.

“dom, how’s it been?”

it was the first time you’d ever seen dom looked shocked. his lips parted slightly as his eyes stayed frozen on the figure before the two of you. his face paled in the poorly lit club.

“uh johnny, long time no see, what are you doing at my place?” dom put emphasis on my place, trying to act like he had the upper hand here. the man seemed unphased by dom’s attempt at intimidation. by this point you’d managed to figure out that this johnny guy was not a pleasant surprise for dom.

“baby, why don’t you go have a little dance or something? i’ll catch up with you in a bit, eh?” he gave your butt a quick tap and scooted you away to the dancefloor. this was the first time dom let you out by yourself, and the thought excited you. but clearly something bad was about to happen.

you moved through all the people convulsing to the heavy-bassed music, caught up in the hot, rousing atmosphere. everyone dancing seemed to look so good, so alive on the dance floor. you found yourself joining in, swinging your hips to the beat, your eyes closed and your lips parted as you let yourself go for the first time in years. the dancer’s bodies were so close to yours, this was the most human contact you’d had with anyone except dom in so long.

it was your free spirit that caught his eye tonight. from a corner booth he was sharing with a couple of buddies, his eyes clearly settled on you. he was fascinated by how your hair swung as your head swayed with your hips, how each slight jump you did made your jacket raise, along with your dress, showing your smooth thighs and your hidden weapon. he noticed how you had a small smile on your lips, like this night was the best of your life. he noticed how your soft face looked completely out of place amongst all the mobsters.

you felt the need for a drink after so much dancing, so you made your way over to the bar. he seized this opportunity to go over and talk to you.

“one cranberry juice and vodka please,” you called out to the bartender.

“make that two,” a voice called from the other side.

your turned your head to the voice, and you were dumbstruck at the view facing you.

a lean figure in a pinstripe suit and creepers looks down on you, his hair quiffed up, but his fringe flicking round on his forehead. his hands were in his pockets, and he leaned against the bar with a poised gesture. he had a modest confidence about him, like he wasn’t confident in himself, but he was confident in life in general. like nothing could stop him. his style was slick, and it was enticing.

“i saw you dancing out there,” he pointed to the dancefloor, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone dance like that before.”

your brow creased in confusion, you weren’t sure if you should be offended or not.

“umm thanks?”

“i mean you looked really good out there, you were quite mesmerizing”

you smiled bashfully at his words instead now, “oh, thank you.”

he flashed his teeth at you in an honest smile, eyes creasing at the sides.

“so uh.. you know dom?” he looked at you sheepishly. you gulped at his inquiry, scared at how he might act. you were so close to finally being free, but you still couldn’t escape it.

“i-uh- i work for him,” you look down at your feet.

“work? if that’s what you call it..” he trailed off.

you started getting angry now, what right does he have to judge you? did he think this was something you wanted?

“you think i like the way he touches me? you think i enjoy being treated like someone’s play thing?”

“no no wait that’s not what i meant, look i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you. i just don’t think it’s right for him to get away with treating you how he does. you should never get touched so… cruelly. it makes me sick seeing the way he manhandles you.”

“you really think that? most guys just get jealous that he gets to have  such an obedient little slut.”

you choked on your own words a little, but covered it up with a swig of your drink.

“i think you’re far from a ‘little slut’. you seem so much more than that.”

you were shocked. he barely knew you, yet he was disgusted by your treatment. and he saw you as more than an object. for once, you were human in someone’s eyes. your heart warmed at the thought.

“look, let’s not talk about dom,” you avert his attention instead, “why don’t we dance uh..?”

“dean, my name’s dean. and you are?”

you smiled slightly at his fitting name, “i’m y/n.”

you slipped your fur coat off and left it on the barstool, his eyes glancing over your bare arms and shoulders, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. you looked almost angelic in such a harsh environment, you’re subtle innocence becoming more obvious as time passed.

you grabbed onto his rough, callus hands and dragged him onto the dancefloor, and letting him guide your body instead. his hands stayed on your waist politely, but as the two of you got closer and closer to one another, they settled on your hips, one travelling up to your hair affectionately. as you danced, he stayed gentle with you, never getting grabby or inappropriate, but staying tender with his actions. it was refreshing to be treated with care for once, you craved it, you craved warmth and loving devotion.

quickly, the two of you got too caught up in each other to notice the number of dom’s men in the area.

“dean, we need to go.”

“what do you mean go?” he mumbled into your ear.

“i mean we need to leave right now,” your heart beat quickened as you worried about what could happen to dean if you got caught.

but he caught on and wasted no time leading you by your hand to the exit. as scared as you were of getting caught, your were excited at the thought of having freedom.

“y/n? we should run.”

“why?”

“because they are.”

dean pulled you through the manic crowds, down the dimly lit hallway to the exit.

“dean look out!”

in front of you were too of dom’s men, taking up the whole corridor with their large builds. you lead the way and pulled him down a nearly black hallway, with people lingering the whole way though it.

“i’ve got an idea,” dean whispers. they were getting closer.

“what is it?”

“just go along with it, okay?”

before you even had the opportunity to respond, his lips landed on yours. his arms locked on either side of the wall, blocking you in and hiding you. his lips continued kissing you as you still tried to get over the shock of somebody else being so intimate with you. it felt better than you’d imagined kissing someone else, so much more caring and light compared to dom’s painful, hard kisses that bruised your lips.

the two of dom’s men went straight past you, barely even noticing your attempt at blending in.

dean’s lips slowly detached from yours, his head resting against yours still, one arm sweeping hair off your face.

“sorry if that stepped over any lines, i thought it would help disguise us,” he whispered.

“it’s okay, it worked anyway. they’re gone now.”

“if they’re gone then why are we still whispering?”

you chuckle at his light-hearted humour, grabbing both of his hands and intertwining them with your comparably small ones.

“do you wanna come stay at my place tonight? you’ll have a bed and food and someone there to keep you safe from the baddies,” he joked.

“oh and who would that be?” you playfully replied.

“the guy who just saved your cute ass.”

“touche.”

the paced walk to his apartment was filled with trivial conversation, the two of you just enjoying the peaceful aftermath of the club.

finally you arrived outside of his flat. dean lived in a big city apartment on the top story with 5 other guys, all tall, muscly, tattooed. it was obvious that they were the gangsta sort too. they all dressed smart and in their jacket’s lining pocket you could make out the shape of pistols.

but you were used to these kinds of men, and they didn’t scare you one bit.

“fellas,” dean announces, “this is y/n, shes dom’s girl.”

they all looked at him with shock.

“what, and dom just gave her to you?” the first one spoke up, “if he find’s her here, you’re dead, we’re all dead.”

“we’ll be fine, vin, i’m gonna make sure nothing happens to her.”

you looked up at him, but he only sternly looked vin in the eye.

“if you can promise that none of us get our asses kicked, then she’s more than welcome to stay.”

dean showed you to his room, and let you in. the room was more open than you’d imagined, the whole of one wall was a window overlooking the lit up city. his bed was up against the glass, low to the ground and unmade with a laptop lying on it. but it still looked inviting. in the corner was a laundry pile, blood stained t-shirts lying on top. he had a record player in the corner and stacks of vinyl, and a wardrobe. but that was it. no more possessions and no more furniture.

“it’s very..” you tried to find the right words.

“empty? i’m aware,” he looked out the window.

“i was gonna say simple but yeah, that works too. but i like it, it feels.. right.”

“right?”

“yeah, like, i feel comfortable in here, which is surprising for me,”

you slipped his jacket he’d given you earlier off and dropped it onto the floor.

you stood there lit up by the city and moon’s lights in nothing but a small dress, and he swore to himself he had never seen anything more beautiful before in his life.

“y/n, i,” dean didn’t know how to get out the right words, “i don’t want you to think that i expect you to, ya know, do stuff.”

“i know,” you replied softly, “thank you for everything. you didn’t have to give up so much just to save someone like me.”

“someone like you? y/n, you deserve so much more than what i can give you, but for now this is all i have.”

you lean up and leave a small kiss on the tip of his nose. his eyes shut and he leans his head into the crook of your neck.

“nothing whatsoever is gonna happen to you, no one else is gonna lay a hand on you with out your consent. and i’m gonna make sure of it.”

dean may have been a face from only a few hours ago, but nothing about him was going to cause you harm. he made you feel safe for the first time in so long.

fatigue hit you as you exhaled, sinking into dean’s stature. his arms snuck around your waist and he lifted you up and carried you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist.

he softly placed you down, pulling the covers over you. he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, showing you his toned, slightly scarred upper body, along with his trousers, and changed into a pair of sweatpants.

“you have tattoos?” you question, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down to you. he crouches at the side of the bed next to your head.

“i have a few,” he turns round shows the back of his neck,

r e b e l

and then along the side of his neck and down his left bicep was a plum tree with inky branches spiralling off the side, blossoms coming around the sides.

“they’re amazing.”

your hands trace along his shoulder and down the side of his bicep, moving down to grip his waist. you’re exhaustion had somewhat disappeared and was replaced with a desperate, desire to have more of dean. but this time, you didn’t want to please because you had to, but because you wanted to. you were free to make whatever decision you wanted to make, and your decision was to have dean.

much to his surprise, you pulled him onto you on the bed and covered his lips with hungry kisses, his hands gripping your hips in shock. but he reacted quickly and picked up your hands from his bare waist and pinned them above your head. if dom had done that, you would have been disgusted, but when dean held your wrists so delicately, it felt blissful.

wrapping your legs around his naked torso, you kissed down his jaw along to his neck and ear. playfully, you nipped and tugged at his earlobe, his groans filling the air and your head.

“i wanna see more of you,” he started to slide the strap to your cami down your shoulder, leaving tender kisses along your burning skin as he went.

underneath your dress was nothing except panties and your stocking-hidden pistol. he slipped it off of the top half of your body, your breasts completely on display to him. he swallowed audibly and licked his lips slightly at you. but he only saw you as beautiful. not “hot”. or “sexy”. just beautiful.

his hands softly cupped around both your breasts, kneading them slightly. you let a moan past your lips, but he shushed you and motioned to the door, meaning he didn’t want the guys to hear them.

you gulped and nodded, and he continued to rub your breasts, his lips coming down on one and grazing your nipple. you gasp at the feel of his cool breath on your hot skin. nobody had ever touched your body with so much delicacy before in your life and you were basking in it.

his hands slipped the dress the whole way down you body, all that remaining were the matching pink panties and stockings, which he took the pistol out of and placed at the side of his bed. his fingers dusted over the lace of your underwear, fingers hooking round and pulling down, and off.

he grabbed your thighs and pushed them up against your torso, giving him a clear view of your aroused, glistening heat. he exhaled loudly at the magnificent sight before him. you looked so stunning like that, completely content yet so flustered by his small movements on your thighs.

his fingers finally made there way to your damp core, and he wasted no time in giving your clit a firm press and rub from his thumb. you released a suppressed moan at his actions, your hands gripping the bed sheets with such force, your knuckle turned white. his thumb was suddenly removed and replaced with his wet tongue. he licked from the base up to the top of your clit, making you’re already damp core wetter.

“dean, more,” you whimper, “i need more.”

he instantly pushed a finger inside you at your request, slowly pumping at first. normally, you would have an felt uncomfortable stinging every time dom fingered you. but dean took care of you properly, making you feel like you were in ecstasy.

with each pump you grunted with a slight whimper, your breathes becoming shallower and unstable. dean took out his finger and left you feeling empty, as he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers together. he sat back on his heels and kneeled down on the bed, grabbing you by the hips and sitting you on his lap.

“are you ready?” he whispered, “we can wait if you want.”

“no,” you wanted this, “please go on.”

he took no time at all as he lifted your hips and settled them on top of his length, his width taking you by surprise. you arched your back against his chest, your breasts pushing against him flushed.

“dean keep going,” you breathed.

he started to push into slowly, starting a rhythm and a pace for the two of you. you rolled your hips onto him, eliciting a hiss from dean’s bitten lips.

the two of you had no struggle reaching your climaxes easily, both so desperate to make the other come undone. you were finally going to experience your first orgasm. no matter how many times dom had fucked you, you never got any enjoyment out of it. and your ex before that always came before you. so you were stuck in a cycle of almosts.

dean sucked along your neck and left dark marks all across the smooth expanse of skin and his thrusts became hard and rough, the sound of your skin hitting his.

“dean i’m gonna,” you yelped in surprise of the feeling that had exploded in your lower body. dean made one lay thrust and came with you, his breathes loud in your ear.

the two of you clutched each other as you caught your breath, all of your body touching the others. the city and star light lit up your glistening bodies, the glow off your incandescent skin.

“how was that?” dean mumbles into your neck, your hair muffling his words.

“it was..” you didn’t know how to describe how incredible that felt. you were overwhelmed with intense feelings, “amazing.”

he smiled at your eyes twinkling in the city light. dean got up to grab you a clean shirt to sleep in for the night, and some underwear for himself. you pulled the cosy shirt over your head, sighing contently as you looked over the city view.

he climbed in next to you and wrapped his sturdy arms around your waist, snuggling into your neck and back tightly. you giggled at his cuteness, surprised to see such a light hearted side to a mobster.

dean was unlike any other, he had a heart of gold that had been stolen and exploited. and your heart aches for him, and how misunderstood he must be.

“how did you get into this job then?” you were beating around the bush a little, you knew mobsters didn’t like their label. you turned around and rested your head in the crook of his shoulder.

“i was born into it, my dad used to be the head of our mob. but during a debt collection, he was surprise attacked and shot in the head. so i started working for them too, hoping to find my dad’s killer. i started off on routine deals and then started getting better with a gun and my fists. the new mob leader liked my dedication to the cause and so he started taking me out on collections like my dad did. i’ve been doing it ever since. but i’ve never killed. i mean i’ve fucked up a few faces here and there, but that’s it. i can’t put others through what i went through myself.”

you stayed silent and placed a kiss on his bare chest, showing your comfort in your actions. you wanted to show him how much you cared, so you snuggled even further into his side.

who knows what you were gonna do now. dean was a face from a few hours ago and he had already seen so much of you. he was your hero, whether or not he’d done his fair share of damage in the past. he may not see himself as a good guy, but you saw him as the best.

Season Thirteen: Resurrection

(A/N)

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Castiel remembered dying.

He remembered it like a backstroke in a cool lake, with the water streaming all around his body; then - weightless floating in blackness, punctuated by pinpricks of white light. This light would drift across him now and again, pure and blinding, and each time it did, he’d remember more. He’d remember his existence, like a flickering of images running backwards, backwards, from the moment the angel blade bit through his spine and pierced his heart, backwards, backwards, away from his death and towards his birth, and still - always - there was that yelled word echoing.

No.

The last thing he ever heard.

Echoing.

And there was no perception of time or of space or of longing or regret or peace: there was only the light and the memory and that word. Until, suddenly, there was pain. The pain was so great that he felt as though his entire being was made out of the embers of some ancient fire, glowing from deep within him, and it wasn’t until he drew his second breath that he realised what the pain was.

Life.

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Behind The Scenes

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 3975 words

Genre: Smut

Originally posted by hohbi


Muffled music reached your ears as you stood in the hallway, your eyes stuck on the metal numbers that were placed on the wall next to a door opposite of you, though your mind had wandered to different realms.

It must’ve looked weird how you were planted there all alone, staring straight ahead of you, waiting for time to pass, but you didn’t care.

You had a good enough reason to be there and you couldn’t wait for those last five minutes to go by.

Every second felt like it stretched out, lasting forever, as if time was teasing you and deliberately passing slower just because you were constantly looking at your phone.

The last message you had received from him told you that he had landed and ever since then, you felt like you were walking on hot coals.

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AHS Hotel: “Her husband is going to kill you”

Your husband, James was nowhere to be found so you decided to pay Liz a visit at the bar.

Sally happened to be there too, so you sat right next to her. There was also an older caucasian man drinking alone just sitting 1 stool away from you. He looks like he is in his 60′s.

You, Liz, & Sally were having a nice conversation until the man randomly budded in saying, “you’re disgusting.” He was swaying his head as he was holding his drink. He obviously seemed drunk.

You turned your head to look at him and mugged him, not saying a word because you assumed he was just talking to himself. Then you turned back around to face Liz. Sally just looked at him as she was smoking her cigarette and Liz raised a brow at him.

“You’re disgusting,” he repeated while looking at me.

“What?” You looked back at him, with a confused look on your face.

Sally, still having a cigarette in her mouth said, “Excuse me?”

He pointed at me, while drunkily saying, “You have no respect for yourself. Look at what you’re wearing. And too much makeup.”

This man came out of nowhere. You felt more confused than you felt disrespected. You found it quite hilarious, actually. All you’re wearing are 5 inch heels with an all black jumpsuit that showed cleavage. It’s not like you were naked. Maybe this man was just having a bad day or maybe his wife cheated on him. I mean, he was alone. Who knows. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.

“Who gives a crap about what she’s wearing?” Liz annoyingly says to the man.

“Yeah, she looks hot. Fuck off.” Sally adds.

The man takes a chug from his beer. “Whore”, he sloppily words. 

You let out a fake laugh and flipped your hair. “You’re funny.” 

The old man is so drunk that he accidentally knocks his beer bottle, having the rest of the beer spill on you. He didn’t even care to pick it up, so he spat on the floor. 

Sally rolls her eyes and puts her cigarette in the ash tray. 

Liz picks up the bottle and quickly grabs a towel to hand to you. “Her husband is going to kill you.” She points at the man.

“It’s alright, Liz. Don’t worry about it. He’s quite hilarious actually. My day has been boring until this loser came along.” You said as you were patting your clothes dry with the towel.

“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” The man says while glaring at you, emphasizing the word ‘nothing’. He stood up, getting ready to leave but Liz walks around the bar and grabs the him by the shirt. “You don’t talk to the lady of the house like that! Do you hear me?”

“No Liz, it’s alright really. He’s just drunk.” You say to Liz, putting your hand on her arm to calm down. Liz was always so loyal to you because you’ve done so much for her as a friend.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Me and Sally are going to escort this punk out of here.” Liz says and glances at Sally. 

Sally nods her head and gets up. “We’ll be back.”

Both Sally and Liz take the man downstairs. Will Drake passes them at the top of the stairs heading to the bar. 

“Y/N, what was that all about?” Will points at them laughing, then goes to pour himself a drink.

“Long story. He’s just wasted.” You laugh back.

………………..

15 minutes pass and Liz comes back. Sally didn’t come back with her. She probably went back to her room or something.

“Damn Liz, took you long enough.” You said sarcastically.

Liz sashays to her spot behind the bar, popping her lips saying, “Yup.” She seemed like she was up to something, but you didn’t question it.

“It wasn’t a big deal, but thanks for having my back anyways.”

Liz puts one hand on her hip and snaps her fingers with the other. “Oh don’t worry about it. He was messing with my girl, Y/N. By the way, James said he needs to see you in the laundry room.”

“Uh laundry room. For what?” You were so confused. Laundry room? Out of all places, James wants to meet you there? Whatever. If your husband needs to see you, you’re definitely going to be there.

“Who knows, hun.” Liz shrugs.

……………..

Once you’ve reached the laundry room, you see James with his sleeves rolled up standing behind the man that disrespected you at the bar. The man is on his knees with his hands tied up in front of him looking afraid, but not saying a word. You figured James roughed him up a bit before you got there. “You will pay for disrespecting my queen.” You hear James tell the man as you walked in.

“James?”

“Ah, darling!” James turns around and looks at you with excitement.

“What is going on?” You stood there surprised. You didn’t expect Liz and Sally to really go out of there way to bring the man to James. You really thought they both escorted him out of the hotel. No wonder it took Liz forever to get back. 

“This is the creature that Liz and Sally have informed me that said such vile things to you at the bar, no?”

“Yes. Yes he is.” You said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what James was going to do. So you cross your arms in front of you and watch him. You also remembered that James needed a fix as well. It’s been a little over a week since he’s killed anyone, anyways.

The man turns his head to look at James. “You’re never going to get away with this.” He turns his head back to face the opened laundry chute.

James leans over and whispers in the man’s ear. “I happen to disagree with you.”

Something about James right now just turns you on. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s looks sexy with his sleeves rolled up or if it’s because he’s so protective over you that he’s willing to kill for you. Or maybe it’s both.

James stands up straight, then roughly bashes the back of the man’s head with his hammer and throws his body down the chute. Good riddance.

James wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You walk over to James and whisper in his ear, “I love watching you kill.” Then you leave the room to head over to your bedroom. You knew that saying that would turn James on and that he would soon be following after you.

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*NOT MY GIFS*

I’ve been loving adding gifs to my stories lately! lol I like to make it feel as real as possible as you’re reading. I’ve been starting to get my story inspirations from looking up gifs.

A Blind Path Home, part 6

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?

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Not That Drunk

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Drunk confessions

When you go out for a friends birthday and get a little too hammered, Buck to the rescue to bring you home, that is till you make an out loud confession in your drunken state.

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