his face is always the best man

Albus is an old man now, and finally ready to move on. He dies peacefully in his sleep, unafraid because his father’s always told him that there’s no reason to fear death.

When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is a face. He’s seen it in pictures before, young and smiling amidst his three best friends, laughing at Albus’s grandparents’ wedding, newspaper clippings showing him as an escaped prisoner. He recognizes this man to be his dad’s godfather, the brave man that Harry’s said grew up in a horrible house and would’ve given his life to keep his best friends safe without a second thought, who lived twelve years with dementors, escaped and was forced to live quietly in his old, dark house, who died so unexpectedly at the hand of his own cousin. He knows that this man is brave and valiant and bold.

In the moment it take him to recognize this, the handsome face cracks into a smug smile. Sirius Black opens his mouth, and Albus is ready, sure he’s going to say something simple and beautiful and wise; and then Sirius says, “Albus Snivellus Potter.

After seeing Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them for the Third Time. . .

After seeing Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them for the third time, I realized several (Okay, more than several.) Things about Mr. Newt Scamander.

WARNING : SPOILERS AHEAD!

• He’s legitimately like a father to all of his creatures, and treats his as though they are his own children, and possibly more.

• He had to wipe his face after giving Pickett to Gnarlack, because he was crying over giving one of his best friends / children over to a man who would probably lock him away in a cage.

• When Tina and Newt were being sentenced to death, Newt immediately said that Tine had done nothing wrong, showing how much he cared about humans, especially Tina, as well.

• He didn’t go for the sexy, well-dressed, makeup-clad man magnet, but instead went for the said ‘career girl’ who always shows up when she’s least wanted.

• I think the saddest thing I’ve ever heard in my life is Newt screaming, “Please! Don’t hurt my creatures! They’re not dangerous! They’re not dangerous!”

• He cared for the Obscurial, even though people thought they were insane monsters.

• He picks at his fingers when he’s nervous, or anxious.

• He literally just wanted to go to America, free Frank, and maybe have a little vacation while he was at it. That’s it.

• He appears to be in a constant state of comfusion; blinking, staring, stuttering, and generally getting himself into trouble.

• Held up an entire boat full of people just so that he could say a proper goodbye to Tina.

• Literally never interacts with Queenie the entire movie, except for talking about ANOTHER girl. Dang, boy, resist game strong.

• Kept an illegal No-Maj around because he liked him, and wanted a friend.

• Literally lives in a suitcase.

• Has seriously only had about four friends in his entire life, which is just sad.

• Is the little brother of a famous war hero, yet chooses to run around the world to help magical creatures.

• Despite all of his klutziness, he defeated one of the most terrifying dark wizards of all time, Gellert Grindelwald.

Misha HousCon 2017 Panel Summary

Misha just came on stage and everyone held up #IwishForThis signs and he said he was going to cry.

He’s wearing a #IwishforThis button.

About Cas’ speech in first blood: Misha said he was really tired, had been up all night, and the pain in cas’ face was his real pain. Cas‘ scene was true heroism and Misha was excited to play a big scene like that.

Misha on that emotional end scene in first blood: “Well I had to fart.”

Misha made up his favourite line: „He who hesitates disintegrates“. Other fave is „I learned that from the pizza guy.“

Misha worked as a pizza delivery man.

His kids love pineapple pizza.

Misha says as the person who knows him the best, he can say Cas is always trying to do the right thing.

Is anything ever going to work out for Cas. Misha: “Spoiler. No.” Nothing will ever turn out right for Cas despite his best intentions.

Misha’s response to torture on set is laughter.

When SPN wraps Misha will be in assisted living. And he doesn’t know when that will be and what he’ll do.

Misha says that Jared is the girliest on the cast. “He has the longest hair and the largest breasts, so…”

Misha’s favourite thing to do in the entire world: “I’m not supposed to talk about that.”

Misha thinks we need more listening and less talking in this country

Misha wants to do politics and then maybe architect and now he doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up.

Misha says he’s a terrible knitter. But he can make a pair of socks.

Misha had a terrible time at college. So, he took a year off and came back energized. His tips for college: Take a year off.

“Trying to make lemons out of lemonade”

If Misha could be a Disney princess, he would be Snow White. He says to a young fan: “Let’s run away and be Disney Princesses together!”

Misha: “At one new school my mom sent me in cowboy boots and pink tights. Which I thought was awesome”

Misha “I am shy and introverted. But I’m in an environment that forces me out of it”

“Enjoy where you are now. Being shy gives you a chance to have a fertile imagination.”

Misha once carried a huge burlap bag of yarn, which he was planning to sell, from Nepal all across the world – on his head. People were like, put it down man, and he was like “No, we’re gonna make a million dollars. When he got home he was full of sticks and dung.

Misha: “Jared and I were good at words with friends. We bet $10 a point and he blew me out of the water. When I finished weeping I dumped what I owed in his trailer. In nickels and pennies.


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Neil wasn’t a fan of inebriants. He had a rocky relationship with alcohol at the best of times, and would characterise his acquaintance with any other form of drug to be downright hostile. Some of it was to do with what Andrew had done to him, before such things as trust and hate and an ever-increasing percentage. Most of it was from fear.

His mother had always told him that a man who couldn’t run was as good as dead. A man too drunk to stand or too high off his face to see the danger around him wouldn’t even feel the knife between his shoulder blades or the gun between his eyes before he was bleeding on the ground. The beating that followed a high school party stint when he was sixteen was harsh enough to ensure he would never forget that.

But things were different now. There was no danger here. At least, not enough that he had to be afraid all the time. Caution was in his nature, but he wasn’t alone anymore. He had Andrew, all the foxes, and the walls of fox tower itself between him and anyone who would wish to do him harm.

Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, that was enough for him to let go.

Drinking wasn’t entirely foreign to him. He was no stranger to the buzz from a bottle of whiskey. Memories of a gas station bathroom, the pain of hastily done stitches, and his mother’s hoarse voice telling him to keep drinking while she pulled needle through skin, made sure of that. But drinking to excess, for the purpose of it, that was still strange.

He had to remind himself that he didn’t have to stop once he felt the heat in his cheeks, once his thoughts started to feel a little heavier, a little funnier. He had to remind himself that he had decided to do this, just tonight, because he wanted to.

Andrew slid the tumbler across the increasingly sticky table, elbowing Nicky in the stomach before the already drunk backliner could make a grab for it. Neil caught it and cradled it in his hand, watching the way the amber liquid sloshed around the glass. He smiled at it, at everything it represented.

“Drink your fucking whiskey, Neil,” Andrew said.

With a smirk and a wink, eyes locked with Andrew’s, Neil did.

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Got7 when their gf plays volleyball

Mark:

Mark would be very supportive/as they all would be. But Mark would be the most calm out of all of them. He’d show up to games and practices if his schedule would allow it.

“Yeah! That’s my girl!”

Originally posted by marktuan-oppa

Jaebum:

He’d get really turnt at your games. And aggressively disagree with the calls the ref makes if it happens to be against your team. He’d be that guy people have to tell to shut up.

“sHE DIDN’T TOUCH THE NET!” “yeAH JAGIYA! WE WON!”

“No Jaebum, I wo-”

“wE WON!”

Originally posted by igotdefsoul

Jackson:

hYPE MAN! This child would do his best to show up to every game/practice to show his support. He’d have your best friend text him the results during the game if he couldn’t be there

“yeS! SPIKE THEIR FACES!”

Originally posted by got7ish

Jinyoung:

He’d be very calm about it. More so than Mark, cause it’s Jinyoung. He’d make sure you were always in top shape and would get annoyed if you got hurt during a game. Which happened quite a lot…

“You sprained your thumb again?”

Originally posted by j-miki

Youngjae:

Sunshine would be very interested in the sport. He’d ask you to teach him, and would be very supportive. He’d do his best to show up for games and practice. Even if you lose, this boy will take you out to celebrate.

“Let’s go get celebratory dinner, Jagi,”

“But we lost?”

“Hush. Let’s go, Jagiya.”

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

BamBam:

hYPE HYpE HYpe HYPE! For reals though. This boy would be your biggest fan. Showing up to games with your number on his shirt and cheek. Aggressive cheering and yelling should the ref make a bad call. Also boy people would yell at to shut up.

“Yeah! Go baby! yES! YOU GO GURL! *dabs aggressively*”

Originally posted by gag-queen

Yugyeom:

Would find it cute how focused you got while playing. He’d find himself researching the sport so he could talk to you about it. As well as go to every game when he could, making sure he could go to any big tournaments/games.

“Jagiya, I know you lost but there’s no reason to spike the ball in her face,”

Originally posted by chichangyu

I play volleyball and frequently like to channel anger into spiking, in case you didn’t notice.

-Bom

GOTHAM FEELS

Originally posted by emzie-boy

Buckle up buttercups, I have a ton of feeling about this episode

  • Ed’s plan with the acid was so extra
  • Jerome is such a diva and I love him
  • The GCPD (mostly Lee) is just so done
  • The Court of Owls is like the audience, watching sh•t go down from a distance
  • NYGMOBBLEPOT FEELS
  • Does Oswald have any security system at his house? I mean people just show up. You’re a crime lord and mayor, Oswald. Always be prepared.
  • Harvey is trying his best and I believe in him
  • His line about not being ready was too true
  • Alfred and Bruce are butler and ward goals
  •  Oswald is very bad at figuring out plans 
  • “You punched a man’s face off”
  • Bruce’s escape
  • Murder carnival
  • Jerome having a henchmen that carries around a stapler 
  • Bruce realization in the mirror maze
  •  I just loved the mirror scene 
  • Lee not forgiving Jim
  • THE WRITERS DIDN’T KILL OFF JEROME AGAIN
  • Oswald’s whole thing at Barbara and Tabitha’s bar/club
  • Fish and co. continue to remain MIA
  • “I created you”
  • “Love means sacrifice”
  • Also how are Selena and Ivy doing during the black out
  • Bruce and Alfred bonding and creating Batman’s number one rule
  • “I will not kill”
  • PENGUIN NO! OSWALD! COME BACK! (Also what are the writers going to do about this
  • THE GREEN SUIT
  • Y’all better bring OSWALD BACK
Intimate Saturdays *

A/N: y/n – your name. First person. Word count ~ 1040

The best thing about Saturdays was that Gerald and I always got to be lazy. Another perk was that since it was close to the winter holidays, Gerald baked his world-famous chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate. I could tell Christmas time was Gerald’s favorite time of the year but the stretched-out grin across his gorgeous face. Since both of us had nothing to do all day, we guys just ate and cuddled while watching Netflix. Although it was a lazy day, I still wanted to look cute for my man so I wore this.

“Babe! How much longer?” I whine, wrapping my arms around G from behind. He was so tall that every time I would hug him I felt like a baby.

“Almost ready,” he informs me, turning around, and kissing me. “You look beautiful.” I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this nearly perfect man was mine. His lips stayed on mine moving in rhythm. His hands move down from the small of my back to my ass, giving it a nice squeeze. Suddenly, the oven pings signaling the cookies were done. Neither of us wanted to break the heated make out session but neither of us wanted to burn the house down. Gerald breaks the kiss to go get the cookies. Sadly, I meander to the couch and plop down waiting for him to come cuddle.

“Prepare for the best chocolate chip cookies and peppermint hot chocolate you will EVER have in your life,” G exclaims carrying a tray. I reach out and grab a cookie and a mug. I take a big bite out of the cookie and it’s nearly orgasmic.

“Oh, my god! Gerald!” I shout. “These are the best cookies I’ve ever tasted,” I remark.

* An hour or so later *

I stood in the kitchen putting the cookies in a container when a pair of arms loop around my waist and a pair of lips connect with my neck. I couldn’t lie, it felt so good. I lean your head the other way to give him more access. A slight moan escapes my lips as his hand slip underneath my sweater. He massages my chest as more moans escape. He took his hands out of my sweater and leads me from the kitchen to the couch.

“Lay down,” G instructs. I did as I was told. G climbs on top of me when he let out a little huff. I couldn’t help but giggle a little. “What are you laughing at, big head,” he asks while poking my side.

“Nothing. You’re just so funny,” I giggle.

“You won’t be laughing in a minute, little one,” he smirks as he collides his lips with mine. His hands roam to the hem my sweater and pulls it over my head. He reconnects our lips and starts massaging my chest again. He pulls my bralette off my body. He throws my bra to the other side of the living room. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and I couldn’t help but moan. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and takes it in his mouth again. I arch my back in pleasure. He stops the pleasurable torture on that nipple and starts kissing down my body.

His lips reach the top of my leggings and I can’t control myself. I buck my hips up wanting him to continue his sweet torture down there. “A bit excited, aren’t you y/n,” he smirks and grips the sides of my leggings and ever-so slowly pulls them down leaving a trail of wet kisses. In anticipation, I kick off my boots. He pulls off my leggings and throws it where the clothing pile is at. He sits up and pulls off his sweater and sweats leaving both of us in only our underwear. He lifts my leg and moves it to the other side of his head. He kisses the inside of my thighs making me moan out. “You like that, baby,” G smiles as he disappears between my legs.

“Please daddy,” I beg.

“Are you gonna be a good girl,” G teases as he kisses my clothed entrance.

“Of course, daddy,” I whimper. G smirks and grabs the sides of my panties and throws them in the pile. His tongue licks my clit as he teases my entrance with his fingers. His free hand rests on top of my stomach to stop me from fidgeting. I can’t help myself. It feels so good. “Daddy I need you,” I moan.

“Oh yeah,” G asks. I nod my head practically begging him. He stood up and slid his boxers down. His length springs out and I let out a groan. He climbs back on top of me and kisses me. Slowly he deepens the kiss as his hand reaches down and presses his tip into my entrance.

“Gerald,” I moan out loudly. He thrusts it all the way in and sits there for a minute. His lips wander from my lips along my jaw and down to my neck. He sucks on it, flicking his tongue over the freshly made hickey. He slowly pulls out of me and slams back into me. His pace picks up making me wrap my legs around his hips. It’s so good that I drag my nails down his back and scream out his name. I feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. G’s thrusts became sloppy. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” I weakly moan as the tension of my orgasm release causing me to arch my back and scream out Gerald’s name. I could feel Gerald release inside of me as he bit down on my neck. After a minute or so passes, he pulls out of me as we both catch our breath.

“You’re too cute,” Gerald says to me as he puts on his boxers. I blush at him as he gathers my panties and sweater to put on. I put on my clothes then laid down on my side. G climbs behind me and kisses me.

“I love you,” I said, rubbing the hand he had wrapped around my waist.

“I love you too baby girl,” he said back and kissed my shoulder.

One Sided Conversations

Word Count: 557 (a short one)

Warnings: Potential to pull at your heart strings, but that’s about it really.

“God I miss you,” you sigh, letting your hand take Peter’s, desperately wishing he would just squeeze yours, show you that he could hear you, that he was still there… anything.

You didn’t get to see him as much as you would have liked, but every chance you got to visit Beacon Hills, to visit your best friend, you took. And every time you left you regretted going there in the first place. Seeing him like that, not a shed of an emotion on his face, non of his old wit, or his infectious laughter… he was but a shell of the man you had once known, and it killed you to see him like that. But never the less, you would always return.

It didn’t matter that it had been years since the fire, years since you had been able to actually hold a conversation with him. He was your best friend, and he always had been.

Of course, now the conversations were far more one-sided than they used to be, you would tell him about your life, from terrible dates to brilliant movies you promised you would re-watch with him when he was better. But with no response, it lost an awful lot of it’s meaning. But that didn’t stop you from going, from talking to him just as you would were he able to respond.

With a heavy smile, you nod your head, readying yourself to leave when you remember the one piece of information you had been debating over telling him, not wanting to cause him any anguish on the off chance he were able to hear you.

“Look,” you start, moving to kneel in front of his wheel chair, taking both of his hands in yours this time, your eyes staring uncertainly into the blank gaze of his. “I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t really know if I should, but I need to be honest with you. Someone has come to town, and I just… I know you can’t answer me, but you better me silently promising me you’ll stay safe. The Argent’s are back,” you sigh, your head falling in dismay.

Perhaps you had imagined it, knowing all too well what his usual reaction to that news would have been, but you could have sworn his hand twitched ever so slightly at your words. But as you look to his still motionless body, you convince yourself it was merely your mind playing tricks on you.

“They won’t hurt you, I promise,” you smile somewhat sadly, running your thumb over the back of his hand as you swear it to yourself as much to him. “And I’ll keep an eye on Derek, as always,” you add with a customary chuckle, making the same promise you always did.

“Just look after yourself, ok?” you all but whisper it, unable to look at him as you stand up, that usual feeling of betrayal kicking in as you move to leave, feeling as if you were abandoning him to the four white walls of his hospital bed once more. “I’ll see you soon,” you say in farewell, kissing the top of his head gently before gathering your bag, refusing to turn back to face him on the off chance that he might see the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes.

Which Batman Villain Should You Fight?
  • The Joker: You should fight the Joker but don't. He's always got some dirty trick up his sleeve and he's smarter than you think. Even if you win and don't die, he'll probably come back with some horrific retaliation against you and your family.
  • Poison Ivy: Don't fight Poison Ivy. She might not be the best hand to hand but she's got all those strangling vines and giant venus fly traps to feed you to. If you win, you're never going to be able to leave your house again and if you have a garden, you're fucked.
  • The Riddler: You should absolutely fight Riddler. He's an arrogant, patronizing nerd who thinks he can get away with talking smack. Fight him and shove him in a locker. Asshole.
  • Mr Freeze: I mean, you can fight Freeze but why would you want to? He's done some bad things but give the guy a break, okay? He's just trying to help his wife. Don't be a douchebag.
  • Catwoman: Why would you want to fight Catwoman? She's just here for your stuff, which is probably insured. She's got a lot of hungry kitty mouths to feed, okay? Just calm down. Plus, she's x10 a better fighter than you'll ever be. Don't be fooled by the tight-fitting spandex.
  • Scarecrow: Fight him, so long as you have a gas mask. He's an asshole. He got his "violent dancing" but it's 99% most likely bullshit.
  • Two-Face: Oh yeah, fight the scarred guy. Does he deserve it? Well, yes. I mean, he beat up the first Robin with a baseball bat and has killed a bunch of people but his life is HORRIBLE. Do you know how hard it is to find a date looking the way he does? He'd probably just shoot you before you could land a punch, anyway.
  • Bane: Don't fight Bane. It's not a good move, ask Batman.
  • Harley Quinn: Lots of people have tried and failed to fight Harley Quinn. Why would you want to? She's so adorable. And she's got enough on her plate as it is. She'd probably kick your ass but give the girl a break, jeez.
  • Ra's al Ghul: DON'T FUCKING FIGHT RA'S AL FUCKING GHUL. A FEW WEEKS OF TRAINING WILL NOT BEAT AN IMMORTAL ASSASSIN WHO IS THE LEADER OF A LEAGUE OF THEM. LEAVE RA'S TO THE PROFESSIONALS.
  • The Penguin: Fight Penguin. He's a pompous prick who needs to be taught a lesson. Watch out for the sharp end of that umbrella, though.
  • Man-Bat: Don't fight Man-Bat. Poor guy can't control it. Just leave him alone.
  • Killer Croc: What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't fight Croc. Dude eats people, which should be motivation enough to stay away from him but apart from that he's a chill guy. He gives people a home in his sewers. It's fine, don't fight him.
About Erwin...

After chapter 90 i miss even more Erwin. I know it has been almost seven months, i know he’s only a fictional character and i know i should let him go. But i can’t. I am not able to do so. I cannot accept the fate he was given. I cannot accept the way the story treated him even after his death. I simply cannot accept how things ended for him considering the sufference he faced during his whole life. I can’t move on. Not yet. I love him, he was simply amazing. A great man, a really caring and clever person and one of the best characters i ever found in a story. He deserved more than what he had at the end.

Thank you for everything Commander, there will be always be someone who will love and remember you.

What she says: I’m fine

What she means: It really bothers me when people don’t appreciate Finn Balor for the gift he is. The man took the recycled demon gimmick and made it into something completely interesting and new, clawed his way up to the top in Japan where he co-formed the bullet club, a stable that has had such an impact that the WWE basically copied it, and mentored/trained one of the WWE’s best wrestlers, Becky Lynch. He is also a complete cinnamon roll, building things out of legos to calm him down, reading comic books, and face-timing his parents after several of his matches and when he was drafted to Raw. He always looks so happy doing that vertical plank pose wherever he’s wrestling currently and loves to interact with fans, especially kids. He’s also a total dork and hangs out with tons of other superstars outside the ring (Sami Zayn, Enzo & Cas, Becky, AJ Styles, Gallows & Anderson, Matt Bloom) and congratulates his New Japan/NXT buddies on twitter when they win something big. We don’t deserve this man.

The Woes of Ugly Sweaters

Lee Sunghwa had always been a beautiful man.

He had the face of an angel- if not that. He had the face that adorned cover magazines. The way his jaw was shaped so perfectly and so sharply deadly. He knew it as well. You found it funny how he always said his right side was his best side. You couldn’t see it because how could you say the right side is better than the left side when both is made out of perfection. The bridge of his nose sculpted perfectly not by the scalpel of man but by the hand of god and if there was ever a side more perfect. You were certain it was all of it.

His beautiful face was accentuated further with his beautiful voice and seasoned with the most beautiful talent you’ve ever seen. He knew he was talented. He always knew. It was talent and hard work that made his name grew in the music industry. It didn’t take him long once his music was out. No one could differentiate between talent and hard work but Sunghwa had both. There was never a more beautiful man you’ve met, especially when he had that smile on his lips and the humorous twinkle in his eyes waiting for you to laugh whenever he made one of his stupid jokes.

A lot would argue, but you believe Sunghwa had a very beautiful sense of humour.

He was an overall beautiful man.

His sweater on that day however, was not.

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When Percival Graves gets back to MACUSA, he doesn’t get angry. He doesn’t call out all the Aurors for not noticing any difference. He knows why. He gets it, he really does. Because he’s always been very private and not necessarily the warmest of leaders.

But also, he knows what Grindlewald took. He tried his best to resist, but he was no match for the man’s legilimency. When Grindlewald broke through his walls, finally, he took everything. Every memory he could get his hands on. He took his entire background and his characteristics and his habits and mannerisms. And then, right before his eyes, he changed.

Graves couldn’t blame them, cause seeing Grindlewald take his face right in front of him, in his broken, bleeding state, he almost fell for it too.

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Stormpilot week Day 1: Modern AU / Historical AU 

“Heads up, your favorite customer just walked in.”

Finn looks up from where he’s setting up his station to look over at Rey his best friend and fellow bartender and then over at door where a group of pilots has just walked in, rowdy and in good spirits as always. There in the middle of his men stood the company commander Captain Poe Dameron and like usual there was a wide-open smile on the older man’s face. It’s a face Finn has been admiring from afar for months now, ever since Rey first got him this bartending job.

The place named ‘Kanata’ after it’s rather eccentric owner was nothing more than a dive bar that mostly served draft beer but it was also only a mile away from the air base so Finn and Rey could always count on Flyboys and girls to flock to the place on their down time.

“When are you finally going to move on that?”

Finn shoots Rey a look and she returns it, rolling her eyes when he ignores her. “What?” she questions her tone letting him know she was tired of his shit. “The guy doesn’t even have the body parts I like and I know he’s hot.”

Finn smirks at that comment, his smile growing when he sees her throw a smile at one of Poe’s pilots, a small and cute Asian woman who rumored had it was one of Poe’s best pilots. Pava finds Rey’s eyes on her and returns the smile as she starts to make her way toward them and the bar.

“Rey, why don’t you focus on flirting with Pava and stop worrying about my love life,” Finn says to her, even though he knows it’s just going to rile her up.

Rey narrows her eyes at him, the look on her face fierce and still just as intimidating as the first time he met her back in college, back when she studied martial arts and could handle a quarterstaff like a pro. “You would actually have to have a love life for me to worry about,” Rey shoots back with a sarcastic smile on her face. “And we both know that your longest relationship in a while has been with your right hand, Finn.”

Finn watches as she turns her back to him, going around the bar to greet Jessika, his jaw dropped at her bold comment.

“Damn, that was a sick burn,”

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Being Jungkook’s Girlfriend:

Originally posted by jinkooks

  • Him waking you up in the morning by humming sweet melodies into your ear
  • Gazing at you whenever you’re not looking, quickly averting his face when you notice him, or keep staring if he’s in that mood *wink*wink*
  • Ears becoming all red because he gets flustered by literally anything you do
  • Him wanting to hold your hand whenever you’re walking together, but taking hours to do it because he’s just too shy to initiate it
  • MARVEL MOVIE MARATHON
  • Iron man couple outfits
  • Holding your face in his hands, caressing your cheek with his thumbs before he kisses you softly. 
  • Lots of intimate moments where you try to reassure him when he’s beating himself down. Just cuddling together with your foreheads touching, letting him know no matter what he will always be the best to you
  • Not a lot of talking, just a lot of being there with each other.
  • Endless pranks with Taehyung in on it. Unless you’re a troublemaker yourself, get ready to get absolutely wrecked. 
  • Jimin scolding them and comforting you which would get Kook so jealous *cough*
  • VIDEO GAMES
  • Get ready to lose lmao. Even if you’re his girlfriend, there’s no way he’ll lose.
  • And if you win, he’ll be a pouting mess, shaking his head, wondering how the hell it happened and asking for a rematch
  • Karaoke sessions *cough*bigbang*cough*
  • Lots of shopping sessions where he’d gladly help you choose outfits and carry your bags for you
  • He lives to make you happy
  • He can’t say no to you. He just can’t no matter how much he tries.
  • That bunny smile
  • Surprisingly, very romantic dates. Most likely at home. Candlelit dinner with roses and a gourmet dinner that probably Jin made.
  • Him clad in a well-fitted suit and being an absolute gentleman
  • Being Jin’s other child
  • Getting calls from Jin asking if you’re okay when your dates stretches late into the night. 
  • Getting warnings from Jin about pervert Jungkook and how you need to be careful xD
  • Lots of butt touching
  • Goodbye shy-fetus-Jungkook and hello Mr-Spreading-Legs-Jungkook, who’d go from touching your ass to giving outright scandalous looks in public
  • Hot wall-slamming sex. Dom/Sub he’ll be whatever you want him to be. Cosplay sex (he’d actually agree to playing the kitten for you just because he’s such a pleaser and your pleasure is his top priority) He wants sex with you to be absolutely perfect and you to feel the best you can.
  • JealousKook
  • Man he’d be so jealous if another guy made you laugh, made you smile or made you happy in any way. That’s his job right? And the fact that someone else is doing it, would irk him to no end and result in quiet seething.
  • Cheesy Jungkook
  • *hands over a bunny plushie* You: What’s this?
  • Jungkook: So you have me even when I’m away
Day 1: How we were

It seemed fitting that their final battle would be here on the ground of the old Overwatch Base in Zurich. The scene of their greatest falling out. Soldier:76 was slowly walking through the base, pulse rifle a familiar and comforting weight in his hands. The weight of knowing the mercenary Reaper was Gabriel Reyes weighed heavy on his shoulders, a weight he was unable to shake no matter how hard he tried.

He had reached the place where the training room had been. Eyes casted about, remembering Gabriel putting him through his paces….

A loud thud sounded out through the room as Strike Commander Morrison landed on his back on the mats. He gave a soft groan, staring up at the Blackwatch Commander Gabriel Reyes. His best friend, lover, and best kept secret. The man crouched next to Morrison and smirked, those scars that relieved the hard planes of his face pulling handsomely.

“Pay attention to your left when you’re one on one Jackie. I won’t always be there to watch out for you.” he said as he blocked the leg Morrison had thrown out. “And unlike you, I’ve trained out the dependency for someone else. I haven’t had a choice….”

Gabriel’s voice had faded away, and like the memory, Soldier went flying as Reaper materialized on his left, even now, relying on Gabriel to watch his flank. He hadn’t been wrong. Becoming the Blackwatch Commander had left him without anyone to rely on, and that had turned him into the most fearsome one on one fighter in the organization. It translated over to now, with his fighting style. The unearthly words that filtered through Reaper’s mask pained him more then they should have. “You never did learn. What a pathetic excuse for a Soldier.”

The vigilante got to his feet and fired his rifle while moving, snarling behind his visor as it gave him information of where Reaper was. “Old habits are hard to break, but your nightmare ends today Reaper.” His own voice was rough and destroyed from disuse.

Gabriel sat upright, screaming. Jack, laying next to him, was instantly awake and reaching for his side arm under the pillow. Once he determined that there was nothing happening in their immediate area, Jack glanced over at Gabriel who was curled up in a ball with his arms wrapped around his knees.

He reached a hand out and Gabriel visibly flinched back from the contact. “Gabe what happened? Tell me what you dreamt about.” Jack said softly before the burly man was wrapping arms around him and burying his face in the crook of Jack’s shoulder.

“I watched you put on your knees and shot Jack. Enough times to kill a regular man, but they kept shooting to make sure you were dead. And I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t stop them from removing the only sunshine from my life…” Jack’s arms went around Gabriel’s shoulders and held on running a hand through the man’s short curls, and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“No one is going to kill me Gabriel. They wouldn’t dare.”

The words had held meaning then, but now they just sounded hollow and fake. So many had dared to kill him. And that included Gabriel. Soldier and Reaper fought their way through the base, every place they fought in brought back more memories; soft and gentle, which was a stark contrast to what was going on now. As they fought Soldier saw the refractory period between Reaper’s wraithing out growing larger, which meant he couldn’t keep this up forever.

There was a balcony near the upper areas of the base. Soldier stood with his back to the railing, watching Reaper through a cracked visor. The white mask was slowly crumbling off Reaper’s face, as they stood there, wind blowing through the black leather cape he was wearing. Guns had long since been discarded, and they stood as tall and proud as they had when they had been released back into the military.

The wind was soft, and gentle. Jack was sitting on the roof, legs through the railing, and staring over the water. A presence joined him, and he glanced over as Gabriel slid his legs through the bars next to him, and leaned as well, the ever present beanie sitting comfortably on his head. “You okay Jackie?”

“I don’t know. You’re not going to think less of me if I admit something are you?” He asked, staring out over the water as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with practiced motions.

“That you smoke? Please I already knew that.”

Jack laughed, smoke leaving his lips in a rush. “No no. Not that.” Jack didn’t stop staring across the water.

“I’m afraid. Afraid I won’t make it out of this alive, or if I do, I won’t have anyone leaving with me. What if I make the wrong decisions? Lead people into areas we can’t get out of?” Jack’s questions of self doubt kept flowing from his lips until Gabriel put a large hand over top of his mouth to silence him.

“What if the sky falls down about your ears? What if your nose turns purple and falls off? Stop asking yourself what ifs Jack. Follow your instincts. You will be fine, because anyone this close to me doesn’t have a choice. It’s do or die Jack.”

Jack pulled back from the hand and inhaled his cigarette again. “We’re friends right Gabriel?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“I’m serious. It’s hard to tell with you some days Gabe.”

“Jack we’re fucking on a regular basis, and we might as well be dating except for the no fraternization rule around here. Yes, we’re friends. And nothing will tear us apart.”

The blonde leaned his head against Gabriel’s shoulder and smiled. “Thanks.”

“Nothing will tear us apart eh Reaper?”

“I didn’t think you’d get my rank, my recognition, my work. You took away my glory and shone with a false light.”

“I didn’t ask for it. I tried to get transferred out. I tried to give it to you. They said it wasn’t possible. I’m not going to apologize for them.”

“I don’t want your fucking apologies Jack. I want your fucking life. Your soul. This is the end.” The wraith turned to smoke and rushed at the Soldier, colliding with his body and sending both of them over the edge, fighting for dominance as they had been for years.

Dr. Harrison Wells (Earth 2 Version)

Warning: Possible Spoilers for The Flash, Unprotected sex, dom/sub, punishment, language.

Word Count: 4414


Originally posted by theladyofthelakes


After everything that happened with zoom, Harry and Jesse now stuck on our Earth for good, and dealing with several massive team ups. Life had finally went back to being normal. Well, as normal as it could get being a meta-human and working beside the flash and his team. Since joining the hero and his friends I grew exceptionally close to one in particular.

Dr. Harrison Wells.

Mm, that man was something else. He was always calm and collected when he was Dr. Wells but once we were alone he became Harry. He had such charm, suave, and the things the man could do to me with just his words. As Dr. Wells, he always held the best poker face. He broke every now and then to send a spine tingling once over in my direction or that devishly handsome smirk that said he was up to something.

I was currently standing in a ballroom in the most expensive hotel in Central City. Tonight was one of the annual Star Lab fundraisers and I am happily hanging on Harry’s arm as his date. Tonight was the night that Harrison decided to make our relationship public and I am on cloud nine.

However, because of some intense stares from people clearly questioning the truth of our pairing, I decided to play a little game with Harry. I knew I would so get it later but it would be more than worth it.

Let’s see if he can keep the poker face all night.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and tipped it upwards so I could look at him threw my lashes. My innocent act was always a weakness for him. I slowly let my fingers trail down his bare arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. My small fingers tangled with his long slender ones. No one would question us innocently holding hands. I kept my eyes on his face while he spoke to a pair of investors. I slowly moved our hands closer to his hip. Once my thumb touched his suit jacket I snuck it behind the fabric to grab the hem of his slacks. Under the jacket my thumb slowly and softly moved across his hip teasing the hem as if I was going to stick my hand inside.

The side of his mouth twitched up into a smirk telling me he already knew what I was up too. I smiled innocently up at him. I knew he saw me out of the corner of his eye when his hand squeezed mine as if in warning. I didn’t listen of course. I pulled a small section of his button down shirt from his pants inch by inch until I could graze my thumb across the skin of his abdomen. He squeezed my hand tighter causing me to tighten my grip around his bicep with my other hand and bite back a moan.

He instantly let go knowing I wasn’t well trained enough to be quiet. Not that he liked when I was quiet anyway. I knew I could turn him on with my words just as easily as he could to me.

He finally said a farewell to the investors then immediately made a turn for the bar pulling me with him.

“Watch yourself Lexi. You know my rules. No fondling in public.” His voice was low and husk in my ear.

“Oh come on Harry, I just want to play a little.” I pouted innocently.

I heard the faintest groan leave his lips telling me I was already doing a great job. He kept his face close to mine as he moved his eyes to connect with mine.

“Fine, play your little game with me but remember I can play just as dirty.” He licked his lips while eyeing mine.

He swooped in quickly claiming my lips with his. It wasn’t a peck nor a make out. Just a sweet lingering kiss. I bet that caught a few people off guard.

“I will break that poker face of yours tonight Dr. Wells.” I breathed near his ear then sweetly kissed his cheek.

I pulled away to see him close his eyes and take in a breath trying to ready himself for whatever I had planned. I smiled knowing I’d be successful tonight for once.

I kept teasing at his pants and the sensitive skin on his arm. Barely scraping my nails across the skin to make goosebumps appear and the hair to stand at attention. It wasn’t until Harry pulled me out on the dance floor that I switched my tactic. This music was his type of music, thankfully, so I got the rare presence of dancing Harry. He gracefully wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His hand took mine and laid it against his chest with his over mine. My other arm draped itself around his neck. I stretched up on my tip toes to get closer to his ear.

“You have no idea the things I want you to do to me right now.” I moaned more into his neck.

He definitely heard me. His arm around my waist tightened and pressed my body even closer to his. I could already feel his quickly hardening member against my thigh. My eyes on his face the whole time. No change in expression. He would only let me know he was affected with subtle hints no one else would notice.

“It’s a shame you can’t steal me away for the rest of the evening. I’m already very ready for you.” I kissed below his ear softly as he swayed us back and forth to the music.

“You are playing with fire my love.” He growled against the skin of my cheek.

“I thought you said you’d punish me if I stepped out of line. I’m being such a bad girl aren’t I Harry?” My words came out breathless against his skin.

If anyone would have been closer they would have heard the growl that ripped itself from Harrison’s throat. I challenged him. I challenged his dominate persona which always set fire threw him. In such a sinful, sexy way.

“The party is almost over. Cisco and Caitlyn can handle the rest.” Harry growled pulling you behind him towards the pair of scientists talking to Barry Allen.

“Ramon, Snow, Allen” Harrison greeted quickly his voice only a little deeper with the growing arousal.

“Dr. Wells” Caitlyn smiled.

“Lexi and I are going to head out. Will you be okay to finish out the event without me?” His tone came out as more of an order than a question.

All of them just smiled and nodded. Caitlyn gave me a quick knowing look and raised her eyebrows as if to say “oh my god.”

“Have a good evening” He gave a forced tight smile before wrapping his arm around my waist and leading us to the exit.

“You are in so much fucking trouble.” Harry growled once we were outside heading for the limo he rented for the evening.

I let a small whine escape my lips at the thought of being in trouble. I loved being in trouble with Harrison. It was always so riveting, tortuous, and passionate. We made it to the limo where Harry quickly opened the door and nodded his head for me to get in first. My eyes met his and..

My god.

If I was wearing panties they’d be absolutely soaked. His gaze was so heated it lit me up like a fucking volcano erupted. I could see how pleased he was from the attention and how pissed he was for me acting like that at such an event. I bit my lip and rubbed my thighs together. Silently telling him about the extreme heat between my thighs. His expression once again didn’t falter but his hand holding the door gripped tighter making his knuckles turn white. I quickly jumped in the car avoiding making him too pissed off. He was in a second later closing the door quickly.

As soon as the overhead light went out Harrison had me pinned between the seat and the door. Stuck in a corner. A moan slipped from my lips when I felt his teeth nip at my ear.

“The first night I actually take you out..” He trailed his lips up my neck to my jaw line.

His teeth nipped at my skin again releasing a breathless groan.

“On a very public date..” His lips followed my jawline up to where it met my neck.

His teeth grazing the skin where he stopped. I whined softly.

“You disobey me..” He growled as his breath fanned over my skin leaving goosebumps.

When I felt his teeth pinch the skin right behind my short dangling earrings, I groaned, feeling it rip threw my chest as I bucked my hips looking for some friction.

“So eager for my touch..” He teased with that devishly smirk.

I hummed an answer rubbing my thighs together again. More for my benefit than anything else. But that look in his eyes when he saw me do it made a new wave of heat wash over me. I was absolute putty just from his gaze. The smirk on his face suddenly held a new meaning. The amusement in his eyes was absolutely terrifying in the best way.

“I know just how to punish you.” Harrison purred in my ear then backed away.

He quietly sat in his regular position. This time he was staring out the window paying no attention to me. I sat up straightening myself. It was worse than I imagined. He was going to ignore me and make me suffer for a bit.

Asshole.

I crossed my legs rubbing my thighs together once more trying to keep myself calm. I will not beg before we even get home. His gaze flicked my direction then back to the window.

You are so not gonna win that easy Harrison wells.

I crossed my arms staring down at the floor. I figured I had a blank stare or an angry look.

“I love it when you pout.” Harrison’s voice was deeper but scratchy and was so low it reminded me of thunder.

I closed my eyes as the sound of it rumbled threw me almost making me moan. He knew exactly what buttons to push.

He chuckled as he clenched his fist resting on top his thigh. No touching was bugging him just as much as it was me. He won’t be able to hold out much longer. I smiled and kept myself on my side. I love playing along with his little games.

I noticed Harry get a little antsy the closer we got to the house. He must have something very interesting planned since he is so on edge.

The limo pulled into Harrison’s driveway. It wasn’t a very long driveway but there was a large circle right in front of the house. Harry was already opening the door before the car stopped. Once it did he quickly stepped out. He reached his hand down to me letting his impatience set in. I grabbed his hand and exited the car as quickly as possible. Harry pulled me to the side, closed the car door, and then hit his hand against the roof twice. It was his signal to the driver that he was good to go.

Harrison wrapped his fingers up with mine pulling me towards the house quickly. This better be good.

Harrison didn’t speak the whole time. He opened the door. Stepping to the side to let me threw first. I didn’t dare defy him now. I was in full on submissive mode.

I stood by the door as he closed it waiting for some detail on my punishment.

“Bed. Now. Loose the dress.” I could feel his eyes slowly trail down my body then back up to my eyes.

I lost myself in those cruel, sinful, green-blue eyes. Right now they looked like the ocean during a storm. Dark, wild, and unpredictable.

I yelped in surprise when Harrison slapped my ass to get my attention. I snapped back to reality.

“Now” he growled.

I swiftly made it to the breathtaking bedroom. Instead of a regular roof, Harry had a “sunroof”. He could choose to have it covered or uncover to let nature in. Right now it was glass. The whole room only being lit by the moon. I quickly snapped back getting myself out of the dress. Once it fell to the floor I climbed on the bed. He’ll know immediately that I was wearing absolutely nothing under that dress.

I listened intently to Harrison’s footsteps growing closer. He was walking slower than usual. Everything he was doing was drawing me in more and more. I wanted to beg and plead for his touch already.

I watched the door trying to prepare myself but I have no clue what he is going to do. He’s trying something new. I shuddered at the thought.

My breathing caught in my throat once Harrison came into view. He was still wearing his suit but the shirt was unbuttoned to the navel exposing Harrison’s well-toned chest and abdomen. The light dusting of hair drawing me in. Begging me to run my hand down that chest. He wore the jacket casually. His hair is now disheveled like he ran several hands threw it quickly.

I was silent as he entered the room like a predator. I held in a whimper at the sight of him. Right now he certainly was the predator and I am his fucking prey. His eyes alone told me that. But what did he have planned for me?

I watched as he grabbed my rolling lounge chair from my reading corner. He placed it at the foot of the bed facing me. He bent down and locked the wheels. Then he sat down with a grin.

I was surprised by that. He definitely was trying something new.

“You weren’t wearing anything under that dress the whole time?” Harrison asked looking at the discarded fabric on the floor.

“No” I whispered unable to be any louder.

He groaned at my words.

“You will follow my every command tonight Lexi. I have complete control.” The way Harrison spoke not taking his eyes from me made me moan.

Fuck, I’m already a mess.

“Lean back against the head board.” He was confident and watching intently.

I normally would have been nervous with something new but for some reason I felt no hesitation tonight. I leaned back as I kept my legs together. I made sure he couldn’t see much.

“Bad girl” He growled in warning.

“Open up, let me see you” He spoke with so much grace and charm.

I couldn’t help but blush at his request but I did as he said. I spread my legs apart. Keeping my knees up.

“Farther” Harrison was sure of his words as he stared into my eyes.

A whimper escaped me when his eyes left mine and found my soaked thighs. I watched his eyes darken as he took in a sharp breath. I was aching from his stare. I wanted to, no, I needed to feel a little friction down there.

“You want to touch yourself don’t you?” He asked resting each elbow on a chair arm.

He smirked as he lifted a hand to his chin. It was a slight change that seemed to make his stare on me hotter. All I could do was nod. I was speechless.

He took my full view in ever so slowly. Eyes starting at my eyes. Falling to my lips causing him to lick his own. Trailing down my neck to my breasts. This time he bit his lip. Then from my breasts to my core. His right hand fell to the bulge in his slacks. My eyes followed his hand as he slowly palmed himself as he stared at me.

Why is that so fucking hot?

He stopped before his eyes met mine again. The mischief in his eyes as he smirked had me on the edge.

“Look at how fucking wet you are.” Harrison purred.

“Fuck” slipped through my lips in the form of a moan.

“Touch yourself Lex, slowly” He commanded in the same soft tone.

“Fuuck” I moaned louder closing my eyes.

“Do it” Harry softly encouraged.

I took in a deep breath as I guided my hand over my thigh to finally release some tension.

“Slowly” He reminded me.

My fingers found my heat as I closed my eyes at the contact. I rubbed myself ever so slowly. The sound of a deep, sinful, unforgiving groan made me open my eyes. Harrison caught my eye quickly. The look on his face said it all. I was caught up in the moment forgetting what I was doing.

I continued to rub myself slowly as Harry watched me with so much boyish charm. This time I was relaxed. My eyes never leaving Harry’s.

“Just for me, huh? You like me watching you like this, don’t you?” He leaned forward giving me his full attention.

I whimpered.

I have never been so turned on.

“Answer when I ask you a question, Lexi.” Harry warned.

“Yes” I said steadier than I thought I would.

“Yes, what?” The authority of him kept me on a constant high.

“Yes, I like having your eyes on me. Like this.” I moaned as I continued the torturous pace.

“Mm, suck two fingers into your mouth and keep them there. Get them all wet until I tell you to stop.” His tone was sharp but playful.

I did as he said. Using my left hand to ever so slowly pleasure myself as he watched. My right hand came up towards my mouth to do as Harrison commanded.

“Slower” he ordered.

I slowed my hand. Once my fingers reached my mouth I slowly slipped two of them between my lips to suck. My tongue rolled around my fingers as I watched Harry.

“Now, Lexi, you can take them deeper than that.” He chided me with a grin.

I groaned around my fingers slipping them farther into my mouth.

“That’s better. You can stop. Make sure those fingers stay wet.” He was truly enjoying this show.

I opened my mouth and pulled my fingers out. Slowly, knowing Harrison would remind me again otherwise. Then I let them hover. Awaiting their orders.

“You learn quickly Lex. Bring those wet fingers down. Tease yourself a little, but don’t press inside just yet.”

Oh god, this is so fucking hot. I moved my left hand allowing my right hand full roam. My fingers finding my entrance easily. I swirled them around slowly. Not daring to push even the tiniest bit inside.

“Now let one finger in, slow as you can.”

I whimpered, pressing a finger inside my heat as slowly as I could. My eyes never leave Harrison as he watched me with those dangerous eyes.

“Good, keeping going” Harrison ordered darkling once my finger was about half inside.

I pushed in more still at the slow torturous pace.

“Deeper, Lexi. Let me see how much you like it.”

“Ugnn” I arched my back closing my eyes at his wonderful words. No, my eyes came open again, I want to watch those eyes on me.

“You’re so beautiful, Lex. Flawless. Add the other finger.”

I whined eagerly, pressing the second finger inside. I moved my fingers in and out keeping them at a slow pace until told otherwise. Harrison bit his lip as I watched his hands move to the button on his slacks. He popped the button open and undid his zipper as he watched me. He pulled himself free from his pants and boxers. He was fully erect and red at the tip. My breathing hitched as he started to stroke himself. I want to touch him, touch myself, and feel Harrison’s hands on me.

Keep going, Lexi. Deeper.” Harry growled, his voice rough and quaking now.

I complied, pressing my wet fingers as deep inside myself as I could. Quickly finding my own g spot.

“Harry..” I moaned, quivering from my own touch and the sight of Harry before me.

“Wishing that was my cock inside you, Lexi?”

“Yesss” I hissed throwing my head back.

I watched as Harrison’s pace grew just a little faster. I whimpered wanting to be down with this slowness.

“You can go a little faster Lexi. But don’t cum. You cum when I do.”

I picked up my pace enough to make myself moan repeatedly but it still wasn’t enough.

“Almost Lex, show me how much you want it. You do want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you.”

“Please..” I begged, completely losing myself in his words.

“Oh I will. Soon. But right now you need to cum for me just like this. Faster now. Just a bit.” Harry has never sounded so fucking sexy.

I sped up my fingers. Feeling my walls clench around them. My eyes on Harrison rapidly moving his own hand over his red and weeping cock.

“Faster” He commanded hoarsely.

“Faster, as fast as you can Lexi.” He added through clenched teeth.

I didn’t hesitate to pump my fingers as fast as I could. I was a moaning mess in front of Harry. I was so close.

“Not yet” He growled.

“Harry..!” I breathlessly exclaimed.

He moaned as he increased his speed. I couldn’t hold it back. I was going to cum.

“Now” Harry groaned as I let myself fall over the cliff into ecstasy.

He followed right behind me. Cum flowing over his hand as he still to catch his breath. I pulled my fingers out and fell back against the head board. I watched Harry wipe his hand off on his pants before standing. He let his jacket fall off his shoulders and onto the chair.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet Lexi.” He smiled as he finished undoing the buttons of his shirt.

I watched him slide his pants and boxers down his legs. He pulled his shirt off then made his way up the bed towards me.

“I was going to just let you pleasure yourself while I watched but the sight of you was just too much.” He informed me once he hovered over my quaking body.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap effortlessly. He kissed and nibbled at my neck setting me on fire all over again. The feeling of his skin against mine was absolutely indescribable. I reached between us to take hold of his cock. It was still at full attention. My hand tightly wrapped around it and slowly moved down the shaft. Harry groan and bucked up into my hand before completely pulling away from me.

“Hands and knees” He growled at me.

I turned around and positioned myself as he said. I felt him right behind me as soon as I positioned myself. A dirty, sinful, moan left my lips when I felt Harrison’s fingers rub my sensitive nerve. His dick was rubbing against my thigh making me buck my hips into him.

I felt his tall, toned body hover over mine. Head coming down to rest on my shoulder.

“Now I’m really going to punish you for, almost, breaking my poker face.” His hot breath against my skin had me arching into his touch.

“Harry” I moaned at the feeling of him pressing against my still soaked entrance.

“Beg” He growled then nipped at my shoulder.

“Please Harry, I need you to fuck me. Please, please, please” I stressed the last please as I rubbed myself against him.

“Mmm, good girl” He cooed.

“Fuck!” I screamed when Harrison slammed into me without warning.

He pushed down between my shoulder blades. I let my arms go causing me to be face first in the mattress with my ass up in the air. He slammed himself in repeatedly. I didn’t even try to keep the curse words and moans from escaping my lips.

Harrison grabbed my chin and pulled me upwards. He wrapped one arm around me to hold my arms down while his other hand held my chin. My back was pressed against his front while he tipped my head back to lay on his shoulder.

He slammed up into me with a growl.

“You really think you can act like that without being shown whose boss?” His tone was only making me hotter.

He slammed into me again. Then again and again. I was whimpering, begging, pleading for mercy at this point but I knew the only mercy I’d get would be a second orgasm.

“Please Harry..” I begged trying to keep my legs up.

Harry’s arm tightened around me most likely noticing the way my legs were shaking.

“Please what my love?” He whispered against my hair.

His pace was ruthless. It never faltered. He continued to slam home with every thrust.

“Please.. Have mercy Harry.” I pleaded as my legs gave way under me.

The only thing keeping me up now was Harrison hold me against him.

“You want mercy?” He growled as he slammed home again.

“Harry, I’m gonna-“

“Do it. Cum for me Lex. Scream for me.” He purred against my neck.

His next thrust into sent me over the edge.

“Harrison! Fuck!” I screamed as he kept thrusting.

I rode out my high digging my nails into Harry’s skin until he too cursed a string of profanities ending with my name being pulled from his lips as a groan.

He slowly pulled out of me but kept his hold around me. He effortlessly picked me up and softly laid me on my back to stare up at the stars. Harrison curled up beside me pulling me against his body.

“I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.” I groaned into his chest.

“It’s your own fault but I’ll get quite the kick out of watching you try to work around the lab tomorrow.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

“Worth it” I breathed as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Mm, it was quite incredible but if you ever pull that shit again at another important event I’ll truly make you beg for mercy.” His voice dropped quickly to warn me not to try it again.

I shivered at the sound but we both knew I’d certainly be trying it again.

Innocent - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Innocent

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can u write a deanxreader w/ her being a bubbly innocent person and dean has a crush on her and one time their sitting on the sofa and he says sth that makes her ‘aww’ and hug him by puttng his face on her breasts and hes all smug and smirking tnx <3

“Nah I don’t think Tony would ever be able to take down Cap. I mean come on, he’s freaking Captain America!” Dean shook his head shoving more pop corn in his mouth.

“No!” you exclaimed “Tony will always be the best! He’s Iron Man!” you exclaimed and he scoffed.

“We’ll see when the time for Civil War comes.” he pointed out and you huffed, giving him a look.

“Right. As if you’ll come with me. You rarely do what I ask you to.” you looked back at the TV as he frowned.

“How come?” because he was truly perplexed at it.

Truth was that you could play him like it was nothing. Sure he tried to deny it, to show that you didn’t affect him but in reality you could do him anything you wanted to. He tried to be subtle, not let you realize how everything he did was at your request and when you began to suspect something and he didn’t want to let you know he’d just give you that roll of the eyes with a scoff and a 'Yeah right sweetheart’ and he’d be gone before you could keep staring at him with those eyes that he – secretly – loved so much.

But there was yet another reason as to why he wouldn’t stay for longer than needed when you became suspicious, and it wasn’t just how he found you the most adorable sight on Earth when you narrowed your eyes at him and made that little pout. Neither that nor how he could never be able to fight his deep blush, and he by no means wanted you to see it. But it was just because he didn’t want you to realize his true feelings.

You were innocent and completely clueless, it was one of the things that made him crush so hard on you, but that didn’t mean that if you saw the signs you wouldn’t put one and one together. Plus part of him liked the kind of… relationship you had going at the moment. He loved seeing that blush on your cheeks whenever he made a move on you or bashful you got when his hand lingered for a little longer on you. Not that he’d mind for more to happen, of course, but for the moment he was content with what he had.

He’d met plenty of women before in his life but none of them could ever compare to you both in and out. You were far superior, different, but far better than any other one and maybe that was why he found himself acting this way aroundyou. Once more he was so glad you were adorably clueless and he could enjoy this all the more.

“You didn’t want to keep that dog we found the other days.” you mumbled and he rolled his eyes. He intended to keep it but when his brother gave him that know-it-all grin he had to force himself to do what the Dean-Winchester-before-you would do. And that was to not let the dog in the bunker. And he felt like kicking himself, or most preferably his brother, for having to see that look of disappointment on you but he had no other choice.

“Sweetheart come on.” he said more softly “You know we couldn’t.”

“Yeah, well you never can when I ask you something.” you picked at a pop corn “And all I wanted was to keep him for some time.”

“Why?” he raised an eyebrow and you shrugged.

“For company plus- sometimes the bunker gets a little cold at night and blankets are not enough.”

“And you thought a dog would do?”

“He was fluffy and big. He’d keep me warm enough.” you shrugged and he chuckled.

“But you know there is something even better than that dog to keep you company at night.” he grinned and you gave him a look, feeling your cheeks heat.

“Dean. Not funny.” you rolled your eyes and he straightened his back, untangling his legs from yours.

“But I’m not joking!” he exclaimed and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?” you whispered and he gave you a small smile.

“All I’m saying is if you really need a cuddle buddy then I am here and available every night for you. There is no need to try ad get me to keep the dog for that.”

“Right as if you’d ever want to.” you scoffed rolling your eyes and looking away to try and hide your blush.

“Why not? Honestly I know I could use some company and you- are the only one on this Earth that I’d cuddle with every night. You are much sweeter than that cherry pie, princess and between you two- you’d definitely come number one.” he winked at you and you all but felt your eyes widened.

“You- you don’t really mean that.” you mumbled and he chuckled.

“Always mean what I say, you know me.” he grinned at you and with a shake of your head you gave him a big smile as well.

“You’re unbelievable sometimes you know that right?” you whispered, feeling your heart swell inside your chest.

“Only when it comes to you.” he said back just as softly and before he could comprehend it a small squeal mix with 'aw’ was leaving your lips and you were instantly wrapping your arms around him.

He huffed and his eyes widened as you hugged him, your arms around his shoulders and your cheek on his head, but above all with his face buried in your, well, chest. Of course you didn’t realize it instantly or if you did you didn’t pay much attention to it, not really thinking of all the sorts of thought that were running through Dean’s mind. He did feel his heart leap to his throat and his body was stiff for a moment but then he relaxed and a smug grin spread on his lips. He couldn’t stop a chuckle but leave his lips and wrapped his own arms around your waist and pressed you closer to him. The mall scruff tickled your sensitive skin and he rested his forehead on your collarbone, laughing when he heard you giggle.

He hadn’t thought of this when he made the suggestion but after this an with your cluelessness and innocence he was probably going to love this bed sharing more than anything else.

Dating Finn Collins would include:
  • Cute nicknames like Princess, Sweetheart, Baby. Pretty much every nickname known to man.
  • Having been good friends on the ark for years before dating 
  • And getting into lots of adventures with him there 
  • Sneaking away from camp to explore the forest with him 
  • Constant flirting even though you are dating 
  • The rest of the camp playfully teasing the two of you 
  • Basically, because you are actually the cutest couple 
  • Him always being there to back you up
  • Him always doing things for your best interest
  • Trying to keep each other safe
  • Sharing a tent… ;)
  • When you are sad he would grab your face in his hands a leave little kisses everywhere till you let out a laugh
  • Staying up late just talking about things
  • Deep conversations about life and all that jazz
  • You would probably have little competitions here and there like little staring contest and people would just walk past all like ‘Wtf?’
  • He wouldn’t get jealous that often because he knows that you’re his and you love him.
  • But when he does get jealous he plays it cool and acts like he is not bothered
  • but he is
  • but he knows you can take care of yourself so he doesn’t do much
  • Overall you would be the cutest couple at the camp and a lot of people would be jealous of how much you adore each other

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Look at Taehyung’s new piercing glinting prettily :’)