help me from my mind

“Oh, blech, don’t look,” Pansy said, making an incoherent grumble of disgust and nudging Daphne. “Weasley’s here.”

“Pans,” Daphne sighed. “You’ve been married to him for six years.”

“I know,” Pansy replied, looking smugly pleased with herself. “But old habits, you know.”

All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


KINDA SMUTTY PART KIDS

I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”

KINDA SMUTTY PART OVER


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.


“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

Admit It

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae


Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: The reader has feelings for Bucky but he hasn’t realized it yet.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, kissing

AN: This writing was done specifically for @girlwith100names as a prize for winning the contest I posted like two months ago! Thank you so much for your support, you’ve been great and I am really thankful that you like my writings!  I’m so sorry that it has taken me so long to get this posted but I hope you like it. I didn’t like it in the beginning but by the end I was rooting for the two of them! Let me know what you think and if you guys have anymore requests let me know! 

Lost in thought I didn’t notice Bucky sneaking up behind me. Thoughts swam through my head as my hand tried to follow as fast as it could. The sound of pen scratching paper broke the silence that blanketed the room, my attention solely on what was in front of me. Sometime overnight I had a sudden rush of inspiration for a story I was currently working on so I had holed herself up in the living room of the tower. I settled  into the couch, blankets surrounding me and a small fire in the fireplace. The sun was just peaking over the horizon sending various hues of yellow and orange spilling into the room.

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REQUEST by ANONYMOUS: Hi there, I love your writing so much! Can I maybe have a Roman smut where you find Roman talking to his ex-wife on the phone and he has her on the speaker because he was busy with something and you overheard her saying that she still loves him, which causes you to get jealous af and have a bitter argument with him? Thank you!

Warnings: smut, language
(A/N) I still have to practice when it comes to the argument part, but I did my best. And also, I have no hate or disrespect towards Galina or anyone in Roman’s family whatsoever. I adore her and everyone else, so please don’t get the wrong impression😚 And thank you guys so much for reading, liking and reblogging my works, it means the world to me♥️.

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‘’Thanks for bringing Jojo Ro,’’ Galina spoke as she guided their daughter into her car. ‘’I hope you guys had a good time.’’ She smiled.

‘’Yeah the tree of us just stayed home and watched movies,’’ Roman smiled back. It was his turn to have Jojo for the weekend and since it was Sunday, Joelle had to get back to her mom . Him and Galina split up right before she found out she was pregnant again. ‘’How are you doing?’’ he asked her, ‘’With the pregnancy. I’m sorry I can’t be a part of it,’’ he quietly said. I guess he didn’t want me to hear it since he knows that I’m still cautious when it comes to Galina. Even though I was in the passenger seat, I could still hear majority of their conversation because the windows were rolled down.

‘’The pregnancy is going alright and it’s fine,’’ Galina said as she put her hand on his arm and smiled. ‘’I wish things worked out between us.’’

‘’It’s for the better,’’ Roman said, ‘’I’ll see you in a few days honey!’’ He waved at Jojo who was excitingly waving back at him.

‘’Bye dad, bye y/n!’’ Joelle smiled, making me melt. I was thrilled that the daughter of the man I’m in love with, loved me as much as I loved her. I remember the first time meeting Roman; we were both taking a walk somewhere in a park in Pensacola as we bumped into each other, both of us not paying attention where we walking. He insisted on taking me to dinner and how could I say no to a man like him? We started to meet up more and more and we could really get along. One night, he finally got the courage to tell me that he was in a divorce for a while and I felt, logically, responsible. He managed to convince me that it had nothing to do with me and that things were tensed between the two of them for a while. Once the divorce was final, he wanted me and Joelle to meet each other. Not right away of course, it was too fresh for her, but after a month or two. I was super nervous, not knowing if she’d like me or not. She was a little taken back at first, but once she found out I loved Disney movies as much as she did, she was all over me and we could talk about everything. I smiled as I was thinking back at everything.
‘’Are we going to watch more Disney movies next week, y/n?’’ Joelle yelled happily as she put on the seatbelt.

‘’Of course we are, I promise,’’ I smiled back at her. She cheered happily as Galina stepped into the car, blowing me kisses with her hand. ‘’See you next week!’’

‘’You guys are just too cute,’’ Roman chuckled as he made his way to the driver’s seat. ‘’I hope you didn’t mind, coming along.’’

‘’Of course not, are you crazy?’’

‘’I know you too well baby and I know that you still have your doubts on the relationship me and Galina have, am I right? You can kick my ass if I’m wrong.’’

‘’It’s not that I have doubts,’’ I said as I turned towards him,’’ it’s not that I’m insecure, I’m just careful.’’

‘’There’s no need to be careful babygirl, I’m not going anywhere.’’ He smiled and kissed my cheek. ‘’Now tell me, what do you want for dinner?’’

‘’Uhm I don’t know, maybe we can order something when we’re at home. I seriously need some rest after a weekend watching Disney movies. Not that I don’t love them, I adore them, but a whole weekend long is too much, even for me.’’

‘’At least the two of you enjoyed it,’’ he absently replied as he looked in the back mirror and drove backwards. ‘’I’ll call a takeout once we’re home.’’

‘’I love when you’re focused,’’ I admitted. The moment he seriously had to focus on something, he frowned, making him look angry, turning me on and he knew. He had a big smirk on his face as I playfully hitted his bicep and looked out of the window as he drove home.

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‘’I need a power nap,’’ I groaned as I stumbled into the living room, throwing my shoes in the hallway.

‘’First tell me what you wanna eat Mrs. Reigns,’’ he chuckled as he grabbed my waist in one fluid motion, pulling me close to him.

‘’I’m honestly open for anything,’’ I wrapped my arms around his neck, ‘’I ain’t got a ring on my finger yet, Mr. Reigns.’’ I teased.

‘’As you said yourself, yet.’’ He winked and kissed me. ‘’So you’re fine with Italian?’’

‘’Totally fine.’’

‘’Great, then Italian it is, amore mio.’’

‘’Since when do you speak Italian?’’ I laughed as he picked me up bridal style and gently lied me down on the couch.

‘’I don’t, it just happened to be few of the words I know,’’ he smiled and tucked me in under the blanket. ‘’Now get some rest babygirl,’’ he kissed my head, ‘’By the time you wake up, the house will be filled with the smell of Italy.’’ He assured.

‘’It’d be better if I woke up in Italy tho,’’ I replied as I closed my eyes.

‘’You’re going to sleep now so dream about it.’’ Roman joked as he gave me one last kiss and walked away.

——————–

The smell of fresh pasta made me open my eyes slightly. I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I expected Roman to be somewhere near me but there was no sign of him. ‘’Roman?’’ I called out. No response. I stood up and folded up the blanket as I made my way to the kitchen, finding the whole table covered with food. Wanting to take a shower before I devour everything that’s in the kitchen, I walked upstairs. As I got closer to the bedroom I heard Roman laugh. Not knowing what he was doing, I peeked through the door that was open for a little bit, finding Roman sat on the side of the bed sorting the laundry. He always wanted to help me with the house holding, so I wasn’t surprised.

‘’So what’re you up to?’’ I heard a familiar voice asking.

‘’Nothing much, just doing the laundry, having dinner with y/n and just rest before RAW starts tomorrow.’’ Roman spoke.

‘’Can’t you come over for a bit?’’ The female voice required. It was Galina.

‘’You know I can’t do that,’’ he sighed.

‘’If you want to, you can always come back you know and I still love you despite everything that happened.’’

‘’Look,’’ Roman started. I couldn’t listen to their conversation anymore so I made my way straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I usually don’t get jealous that quick, but as Roman said before, I still have my doubts when it comes to their relationship. I trust Roman, but not her. ‘’Y/n?’’ I heard Roman say, ‘’You okay?’’

‘’I’m fine,’’ I shortly replied as I made my way out of the bathroom, walking downstairs.

‘’No you’re not. Y/n what’s wrong?’’

‘’As if you don’t know,’’ I snarled.

‘’No, I don’t know, tell me.’’

‘’She is wrong,’’ I said, turning around, seeing Roman standing behind me.

‘’Who’s she? What happened?’’ He asked confused. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I walked over to the table to grab my keys. ‘’Where are you going?’’

‘’Look, before I say things that I don’t mean, I’m leaving,’’ I acknowledged.

‘’No, you’re staying and you’re going to tell me what’s wrong. Right now,’’ he demanded, grabbing my am roughly. ‘’So tell me, what’s the problem?’’

‘’Your ex-wife, she’s the problem. Can’t she just understand you’re with me now and leave you the fuck alone?’’ I angrily questioned. ‘’She constantly keeps flirting with you, telling you that she still loves you and god knows what else.’’

‘’You overheard the conversation,’’ he mumbled, kind of talking to himself. ‘’Y/n, we have kid together, soon to be two or even three, how am I supposed to ignore her? How am I going to tell her to ‘leave me the fuck alone’ while we share a history together?’’  His voice started to raise. I could tell he was frustrated but I wasn’t going to say sorry for anything.

‘’You know how much it irritates me when she acts like that towards you and you just let her get away with it, giving her the wrong signals. I maybe don’t say it, but you know damn well I can’t stand it and you keep on doing it,’’ tears started to fill my eyes.

‘’Keep doing what?’’ he almost screamed, causing me to take a step back. ‘’God y/n this frustrates the shit out of me. What the fuck do you mean with ‘you keep on doing it’?’’

‘’You keep on giving her the wrong fucking impression, Roman. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’d rather be with her than me.’’ I yelled back at him, tears falling down my face. His eyes widened and he probably didn’t know what to say since he kept quiet. ‘’I’m leaving now.’’ I quietly said and wiped my tears away. I grabbed my jacket and quickly wore my shoes as I shut the door behind me. Did this seriously happen? Roman and I never argued about anything. Sure, we had our disagreements, but who doesn’t? The cold night breeze made my cheeks feel extra cold because of the tears rolling down. I took a deep breath and started to walk.

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It was probably 11 pm and I had several missed calls from Roman but I wanted to talk to him in person. Walking always succeeded to clear my mind and help me to see situations from another perspective. As I was about to unlock the door, it opened. Roman was standing in the doorway, almost bursting out in tears. Before I could say something, he pulled me in for a hug.

‘’Look Ro, before you can say anything, I’m sorry. I know you guys have kids together, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling the way I feel about you. I’m crazy about you, I really am, but you gotta tell Galina to respect that we’re in a relationship right now.’’ I quietly said and looked up at him.

‘’I know baby, I know,’’ he sighed. ‘’I’m sorry I screamed, it was not my intention.’’ He caressed my cheek softly. ‘’And I know that I’m wrong when it comes to being clear to her. I don’t want to be mean towards her, let alone you. I’ll make sure I’m more clear next time, okay? But you gotta promise me one thing.’’

‘’And that is?’’ I asked as he pulled me closer to his body so there was no space left between us. He closed the door and pushed me against it.

‘’You have to tell me when something is bothering you because how’s daddy gonna know when something is wrong with his princess?’’ His deep voice was rough and full with lust, his pupils were blown. I was quiet for a moment, just looking at him. The longer I stared, the more aroused I got. ‘’I still got no answer, princess,’’ he spoke as his hands rubbed my waist.

‘’I promise,’’ I softly replied.

‘’Good girl, now let me show you how badly I wanna be with you.’’ He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me laugh. I felt him chuckling as he walked up the stairs. Once we reached the bedroom, he threw me on the bed and just looked at me. He slowly got rid of his shirt and unbuckled his belt, his eyes never left mine. I sat up and crawled towards the end of the bed, stopping him from getting rid of his pants. I bit my lip and looked up at him, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. He let out a sigh and grabbed my hair as I started to stroke his length. His grip tightened I swirled my tongue against the tip, still stroking him. ‘’Fuck y/n,’’ he groaned. His hand pushing me deeper, causing me to take his whole length in my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, almost making me gag but I kept my breathing under control. I slowly made my way back up and licked the side, making him shiver. He pulled my head back and I smirked up at him. ‘’Christ y/n, I was close, but daddy wants to please the both of us,’’ he hoarsely said. Without warning he got rid of my leggings and buried himself between my legs.

‘’Oohhh fuckk,’’ I moaned. His tongue circled my clit and dipped right into my entrance. I grabbed a fist full of his black hair and arched my back. The way he made me feel was unreal. He moaned against me, feeling the effects throughout my whole body. Two fingers found his way inside of me. ‘’Romann…baby…fuck..’’ I gasped as I felt my orgasm approaching. ‘’Don’t stop, don’t stop,’’ I squealed. He abruptly stopped and started to kiss his way back up. His hands roamed over my upper body and teared my shirt open. I raised my eyebrows, but before I could say a word, he flicked his tongue over my hard nipple. ‘’Roman,’’ I panted.

‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good babygirl,’’ he whispered in my ear as he stroked his dick slowly before I felt the tip push inside of me, ‘’So, fucking, good,’’ he grunted as he pushed all the way inside me. I couldn’t say anything because of the pleasure he was providing me with. My hands found their way around his neck as he set a pace.

‘’Daddy’s making you feel good?’’

‘’So fucking good,’’ I moaned. In a blink of an eye, I was straddling him.

‘’Ride me princess.’’ He seductively said. I nodded and started to bounce on top of him. Roman groaned and threw his head back, his hands guiding me deeper down with every movement. The friction of my clit rubbing against his pelvis made me reach my orgasm even sooner than expected.

‘’Roman I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed. ‘’Oh my god, shit.’’

‘’That’s right babygirl, cum for me, cum for daddy,’’ he smirked as his thumb found my clit and started to rub it slowly. My vision went black as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. My walls clenched down on him, making his grip on my waist tighten. ‘’Shit, gonna cum,’’ he panted. I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He cursed and moaned my name loudly, making my body tingle. I loved the fact he wasn’t holding himself back, vocal or not. He gently pulled me off and lied me down next to him. ‘’There’s no way I would wanna go back to her, you’re all I want babygirl,’’ he said after a minute.

‘’That’s good to hear, because I wasn’t going to let you go anyways.’’ I chuckled and intertwined our hands together. I sighed and looked up at him. Despite the exercise we just had, he still looked flawless as always. I tangled my hand in his hair and played with it. ‘’I love you.’’ I whispered against his lips.

‘’I love you too, babygirl,’’ he smiled and kissed me. Minutes later, we shifted positions; he was lying between my legs, head on my chest. I continued to play with his hair and moments later, I could feel he had fallen asleep. I kissed his head and fell asleep myself, feeling confident about our relationship. 

i dunno this is probably just me but i hate those like “dont cross oceans for someone who wont cross a puddle for you” type of things bc it just teaches ppl to look at someones love for them through a magnifying glass and teaches ppl that if someone doesnt love them loudly every moment of every day that their significant other must not love them enough / that no one will ever care for them enough

and idk i just. like i get what ppl are trying to say - that there are people in relationships who just dont give and dont care enough to give - but that  mindset just….bleeds into healthy relationships sometimes. 

love isnt about someone always answering ur texts or about someone staying up every night until 3am w/ you , its about someone doing what they can when they can and giving the love that they can give

and idk i just feel like people need to start learning their partners mannerisms and how they love rather than just immediately setting a huge standard like “if i text u at 9am and u dont text back until 4pm ur not giving me enough attention” Or Something like…..just learn how someone loves and understand that ppl give love differently is all

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Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. 

— Gérard de Nerval 

i just wanted to draw them in suits and holding flowers lol forgive meeehh

anonymous asked:

Any advice on what gift should I get my ENFP friend (female)?

Things to keep in mind while buying gifts for ENFPs:

  • Nothing expensive or out of your means: We will die of guilt. Trust me, we will be on top of the moon but we have this serious independent streak combined with our love for our friends. We’d much rather you use your money for yourself that makes you happy.
  • We’ll be dying with H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S regardless of what you give us: You can give us rocks with positive messages (such as “you rock” ) written on them with a sharpie and we will still love it
  • Quantity: A lot of cheap things together. Like a $5 gift Starbucks gift card, a t-shirt from their fandom (all ENFPs are in some fandom if not all), a big Teddybear. and tickets to a movie you both are very excited about. There’s something about “a lot of stuff” or “big stuff” that fascinates us (It’s almost childlike 😞)
  • Food: Nothing fancy needed. A small cake or some fast food from the Taco Bell next door. Hell, maybe some candy bars.
  • Wrap it pretty and write a thoughtful card: This is the most important part and you need to get your creative juices flowing. Our favorite kind of cards are super-long and have comments on how we friendship affected you. WRAP IT PRETTILY AND PUT A BOW ON IT (VERY VERY IMPORTANT)
Officially, Satisfied.

WARNING- GIRLXGIRL SMUT AHEAD, IF THAT’S NOT YOUR THING, CLICK AWAY.
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Request-can you do malia x girl reader where the reader is horny and frusturated and malia is teasing her, being all agressive and it ends up in hardcore sex?
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Malia and I have been officially unofficial for about four months now. We act like we are dating, we do things couples do, everyone thinks we are dating but no such words have ever been exchanged. When I first met Malia, I thought she was straight seeing as she was dating Stiles at the time, but in later conversations with her I found out that she thinks of it, not by gender but by personality first. To her, a person is a person, a soul is a soul and love is love. I love Malia, and I’m pretty sure she loves me and if not saying we are in a relationship is what she needs, its fine with me. I don’t need a label for what we are, would it be nice? Sure. As I looked over at Malia who was sitting across the room from me, my mind couldn’t help but wonder. Her tan legs from summer vacation, still tan as ever. Her freshly cut hair, fitting her personality more than her long hair ever did. The way her forehead crinkled when she was thinking too hard. Before I knew where my mind was going, I was thinking about how Malia could make me moan her name from under her, and how much I loved to kiss in-between her breasts as she breathed heavily in anticipation. I bit my lip at the thought, I could feel myself becoming more and more turned on by each passing moment, my thoughts dancing around every sexual memory that I had of us. Malia clearing her throat, pulled me from my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” She asked, looking down at my hands, without realizing it, I was gripping the sheets on the bed and sitting on the edge. I just nodded, knowing that Malia needed to study and not have sex. We both have been unbelievably busy with senior year and pack stuff the past few weeks and the most we have done in that time has been make out for a few seconds before Scott interrupted us by blowing up our phones with text messages. I was beyond sexually frustrated and I had no idea how Malia wasn’t.
“You look…well, you look horny.” She said causing me to chuckle and shake my head slightly. I was a terrible liar and Malia knew the things I did when I was turned on and I was doing every single one of them, even if my mind was telling my body not to. Malia smirked and rolled over to me on the rolling chair that I had at my desk where she was sitting.
“Truth be told, you look a little frustrated, maybe a little unsatisfied.” She whispered, while moving on top of me, sitting on my lap, one leg on each side of me, her hands on my shoulders while my hands sat on her lower back.
“Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time that we had sex.” She said, while grinding down on me slightly, causing my breathing to hitch. I have never felt like this about anyone, other than Malia, so completely engrossed in her. She smiled as my hands gripped at her shirt, not just lying there, holding her to me. She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, hers gloing blue for a second before returning to her normal brown, her dead I’ve away that she was now turned on.
“Don’t tease me, Malia.” I whispered as one of her hands played with the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, just enough to get her hand up my shirt and play with the lace on my bra. She grinned before her other hand played with my bottom lip.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She said, cupping my cheek with the hand that was playing with my lip and pulling me into a deep and passionate kiss. It was aggressive but god, was it sexy. I pulled away from the kiss with a moan as Malia kissed down my neck and started to tug my shirt off. I pushed her away just enough to take my shirt off before I took off her.
“I’m controlling this, not you, (Y/N)” She said, pushing me down on the bed and running her hands down my breasts, stomach and sliding into my jeans, causing me to arch my back and moan.
“I’ve barely touched you and you are already writhing. God, baby, you really are frustrated.” She said as she played with the lips of my entrance, rubbing my clit in circles with her thumb, causing my breathing to become harder and her smile to grow wider. She stuck one finger inside of me before leaning over me to kiss me, everything she did was aggressive, sexy, she had complete control and I had no problem letting her have it. Her hand was doing wonders and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm and I’m guessing Malia did too because she took her hand out of my pants, making me groan at the lack of contact.
“Hush. I need you pants off to do more than just that.” She said causing me to nod and grip the sheets like I was before. Malia wasn’t always this demanding but she usually was the one who started the sex and it was always hot but right now, I couldn’t think of anything hotter. Malia knew me better than I knew myself when it came to what I liked sexually. She knew what got me going, what I liked most and when I liked to do certain things so it was no surprise that once she got my jeans and underwear off, hers were next, leaving us just in our bras.. I loved fingering each other, any time, any day, it was a huge part of our foreplay. I really liked oral when we were sleepy because the more time that we had, the better. Especially when we first wake up so it’s the first thing we are thinking about, we were just focused on each other and pleasing one another. Anything that would pleasure the both of us at the same time, I left that all to Malia, she was good at finding new and excited things to bring into our sex lives.  She climbed on top of me with a smile and began moving us, so we would fit the way that she wanted.  She turned on me so one of my legs was behind her and the other in front of her, leg one of my legs us and let it rest on her shoulder, one of her favorite positions. She looked down at me before she lowered herself down so we were touching. We both loud out a gasp, touching for the first time in weeks. She began to move her hips, sending waves of pleasure, shooting through me, her eyes shutting and head leaning back. Her movements, were fast, hard and aggressive, typical Malia but it was more desperate, both of us begging to reach our highs.
“Malia” I whined out causing her to nod and look down at me, sweat lightly covering both of our foreheads from our acts of passion. We kept our eyes locked, wanting to climax together. Malia has so much energy, her animal coming out during sex, only making it better for the both of us.
“God, (Y/N).” She moaned out, sending both of us over the edge, her collapsing on top of me. We were both smiling widely, panting and more than satisfied.
“I think that was our best one yet.” I said as I pulled my top sheet over the both of us. I knew we would both fall asleep soon, completely drained from what we had just accomplished. Malia, rolled over, not on me anymore but on her side to face me. She looked at me, with soft eyes, different from before, making me look at her with a worried expression.
“I love you, I know this might go without saying. I also wanted to say that you are a girlfriend to me. I don’t want anyone else and I sure don’t want you to want anyone else.” She said making me chuckle and cup her face in my hands, this is where I was more of the dominant one, with the fluffy and personal stuff.
“I love you too Malia, and I don’t want anyone else, not even for a second.” I said causing her to sleepily smile and peck my lips sloppily. I was happy I finally knew what we were but I was more happy at the fact that I just had breathtaking sex with the most amazing girl in the universe.

Penetration. Stimulation.

Please me,
mentally & intellectually
not just sexually.

I’m not the vulgar type
but let me be honest and say,
“I need you to fuck me with your intellect.”
teach me things I won’t forget.
Help me to see the world from a different view,
help my mind to positively accrue.

Feed me your knowledge,
let me pay homage
to your mind
not just your physique.
And yes it’s cliché to say,
but I think you’re quite interesting and unique.

A gentleman in the streets,
but a freak in the sheets.
An intellectual mind,
with a heart that follows.
And if you want me to, I’ll promise to swallow
and never make your heart feel hollow.

Penetration,
stimulation is what I crave
in more than just one way.

I wasn’t there when she needed me.

I’m never there when she f*cking needs me.

And that’s what I regret the most.

—  Nicole Torres //
The Future - a ficlet for asktiny!cas

Castiel loves moments like this. He sits with his wings spread open as Dean gently brushes the toothbrush over the feathers. Everytime he sits like this with his wings open, he feels vulnerable, but he is more than happy open to spread his wings for Dean. The gentle brushes are hypnotic, and Castiel can feel his muscles relax and his eyelids grow heavy. Neither he or Dean have spoken, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable or strange. Dean hums a little part of a song now and again, which adds to the trance that Castiel seems to be falling into.

As he relaxes, he lets his thoughts flow freely, but each one is brushed away with the rhythmic brushes through his feathers. He lets out a soft sigh and smiles, hoping that this moment can last forever.

Forever. That word echoes in his head. As the brush makes another sweep, it repeats itself louder in his head. Forever.

Castiel hadn’t really thought too much about that word in the past, but it continues to reverberate in his head. He suddenly becomes very aware of what that particular word means to him and what it means to Dean. What is forever? For Castiel, it is infinite. What is it for Dean? 50 years? 30 years? 10 years?

Tomorrow?

Today?

Whether they remain in a romantic relationship or if they return back to a platonic relationship, the thought of an existence without Dean is unsettling. He can feel his stomach churn and he fidgets with his coat.

“Dean?” he asks softly, breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” Dean responds, still dragging the brush through the feathers.

Castiel takes in a deep breath, wondering how he should phrase his next words. “Dean…what does forever mean to you?”

Dean chuckles. “Forever? Forever is the length of time between new seasons of Dr. Sexy.”

Castiel flicks the brush away with his wing and turns to face him. “I’m serious, Dean.”

“Whoa, okay, fine.” Dean sets the brush down and leans forward, putting his chin in his hand. “I dunno, Cas. Why?”

“Do you ever think of the future, Dean?”

Dean’s brow furrows. “I try not to. I’ve seen enough of the future to be done with it.” He dismisses Castiel’s confused look with a wave of his head. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Anyway, nah, I don’t worry about the future too much. I’m more of a present moment kind of man. What’s the point of getting worked up over something that may or may not happen? I think it’s better to worry about the here and now.”

Castiel forces himself to look away from Dean’s face and he fidgets with his coat again. “Oh. I see.”

“Why? C’mon, Cas. Talk to me.”

“I just…” his voice trails off before he takes in another deep breath. “What’s going to happen in the future for us? Your “forever” and my “forever” hold very different meanings.”

Dean smiles softly and runs a finger down a wing. “Yeah, so what? If there’s one thing that I’ve learned, Cas, is that we seem to be weirdly connected. Call it fate, call it destiny, whatever. We somehow always seem to end up back with each other somehow. When my forever is up, I don’t doubt that we’ll still be together in some way, shape, or form.” He raises an eyebrow before he says slyly, “Whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me. And if you’re stuck with me when I’m an old man, I know for a fact that I’ll still be kickass. Yeah, don’t ask about that, either. Bottom line: we’re here now. Focus on that.” He puts a finger under Castiel’s chin and gently tilts his head up. “Can you do that for me?”

Castiel sighs and kisses Dean’s finger. “I can try.”

“I’ll see you in the future, Cas. I promise,” Dean whispers. A grin slowly spreads on his face before he ruffles Castiel’s hair. “BUT! Right now? I’m starving. C’mon. You can help me whip something up. You need to work on your culinary skills anyway. You suck at cooking.”

Dean laughs and Castiel can’t help but smile either. Dean’s laughter is infectious. He stands up, spreads his wings, and flies after Dean.

Castiel knows that he will never be able to let go of his worry of the future, but he wants to try. At this particular moment, he knows that he is happy, and that he has Dean.

And right now, that’s all that matters.

I let my sister borrow The Book Thief(which I admit I only read because of the title but also my grandpa gave it to me so I had to) and now the dustcover is all crappy at the edges and the spine is broken