his voice sounded so raspy like no boy

anonymous asked:

this might be weird to ask n i hope it makes sense but........ how does each member of bts speak? like when their speaking do they speak intelligently, are they well spoken or like do they use alot of slang or anything? does that make sense i hope it does asdfgh

edit: this should be added sooner but DO NOT REPOST THIS & TRANSLATE INTO ANY LANGUAGE. i’m not a native speaker, this is purely personal observation. don’t consider these as facts.

🍫 namjoon:
• he chooses words very carefully and wisely, wide range of vocabulary
• if you see something that looks like it’s quoted from a poem or a novel, it’s namjoon’s
• uses calm tone when speaking in normal circumstances, but tends to raise and distort his voice when under adrenaline rush (eg. bts gayo track 3, acting mission with yoongi)

🍗 seokjin:
• varying talking speed, he can either talk really slowly or talk so fast that even 0.5x speed can’t help decipher what he’s saying
• focuses on emotions rather than words, so middle-ranged vocabulary?
• come across some lame puns? it’s seokjin’s
• but tbh i love seokjin’s puns even though sometimes it’s really lame that i have to consider turning off the video
• imo, 2nd best english pronunciation in bts, after namjoon
• also i love how seokjin pronounce the ㅅ and ㅂ syllables
• speaks like a middle-aged man…

🐕 yoongi:
• imagine namjoon but with less philosophical elements and more emotional explosion
• not the easiest to understand due to his low and raspy voice
• talks fast, so occasionally his words seem to stuck together and it’s nearly impossible to understand what he’s saying
• usually stretches the ㅔ in 네, like instead of a short 네, he would make it sound like 네에에에에↘
• might not be related but i still find the way yoongi said ‘boy meets what’ in ‘wings’ preview show really cute. it didn’t sound like ‘what’, but rather ‘waaaaaaaat’

🌻 hoseok:
• uses 되게 (really) and 뭔가 (somewhat) A LOT
• likes to insert 네 in mid sentence
• how should i describe his tone? it varies 100% of times
• has a distinctive way of pronouncing ‘fun’
• in short, the opposite polar of yoongi

🍑 taehyung:
• doesn’t finish his sentences, and often stares into the air after stopping midway
• uses adverbs like 약간, 조금, 진짜 separately and repeatedly, has the habit of saying adverbs first, then continue with his sentences and repeat those adverbs again
• splits one straight sentence into short phrases
eg.
- proper sentence: i was gonna meet armys right after i took a shower.
- taehyung: i, now, took a shower and ddak, gonna meet armys, ddak, like this.
• uses ‘like this’ and demonstrates with actions instead of describing the actions with words
• tends to use slangs, but not a lot as far as i can remember?
• not related to talking but taehyung often makes strange noises out of the blue, eg. he imitated a pigeon and made that ‘pokato’ (?) sound when namjoon said ‘pigeon’ and ‘pikachu’ in ‘wings’ preview show
• forgot this but taehyung’s english pronunciation is so on point

🍙 jimin:
• soft and sweet tone, is sweetly sassy
• always talks to armys as if he’s with his friends
• when doing a v app broadcast alone, he talks informally like how friends talk to each other, but when sending messages or some other ‘official’ occasions, jimin talks formally
• personal preference but i find jimin’s accidental satoori very cute… remember how he said 너 왜 이렇게 떠노 and took taehyung’s hands ;-;

🐰 jungkook:
• jungkook is like 30% satoori and 70% seoul dialect to me, so it sounds new when he speaks entirely in seoul dialect (jin’s puma cf)
• raises voice at certain random words like 인형 (‘the show’ interview), 악어(bon voyage ep 7), 인증샷 (chuseok v app), etc. they sound like 인~↗형~↗, 악~↗어~, 인~↗증~↗샷↗
• speaks formally
• says ‘mom!’ habitually
• tbh i don’t really pay attention to how jungkook speaks because most of the times i’m distracted by his bunny smile

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Losing a life

THANK YOU SO MUCH @andreasumbra For the help!! Love you bby!!

6. “ I lost the baby.”
10 .”We can’t keep this up forever.”
36 .” I’m so in love with you.”
41. “I’m pregnant.”


WARNING DEPRESSING ENDING.

The radio beamed with music, everyone was shouting, bodies being thrown about needlessly, you knew everyone was having a good time. Except for one man, he only sat at the bar, a drink resting in his hand, you walked up to him, sitting down on the stool next to him. “No fun?”

He turned towards you, he wore a maroon suit, tightly fit around his body, a white button up shirt underneath that. His hair was waved back with gel, it almost looked like he had a half pompadour. “Hmm?”

The thick club music drowned out any chance of you hearing him and the other way around, so in a quick act, you pulled out your phone, typing into notes. ‘No fun?’

A half smirk came to his face. He got out his phone and typed in something in his notes, ‘Date ditched. Most likely out bathroom window.’

You let out a laugh at his reply, you were in the same boat and instantly typed,’So, that makes both of us.’ His smirk turned into a smile that made your heart beat faster. He typed in,’I’ll get you a drink, on me since we’re both pretty lonely.’

You smiled at him and couldn’t help but blush as he got you a drink, setting the liquor down in front of you. The both of you continued to type in your notes to talk to each other since the music was still very loud, in all honesty you most likely would’ve been able to understand him, but typing in notes was more convenient. The beer was getting to you, your vision blurring and eyes starting to sting. He was looking the same way, his eyes red and his spelling now deteriorating.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror, you started to cheer yourself on, “you got this.”

“Date the hot dude.” You pointed to yourself in the mirror, a girl walked in and you instantly became silent, walking out of the bathroom and avoiding the young girl

Once you came out, you were pinned to the wall with your arms above your head. You looked up to see the man from earlier, Tom. You saw lust in his eyes, caused by the strong liquor in his system.

He slowly leaned in to give you a kiss, you were surprised at first but quickly gave in and kissed back. He pulled away and started kissing your neck, you bit down on your lip. He stopped, causing you to feel a little sad, but he made up for it, taking your hand in his.

“Where are we going?” You asked confused, Tom turned to face you, “Want to head back to my place and have a little fun?”

Both of you hopped in the back of an uber, you noticed something strange that night. A group of people with camera’s were following behind him, flashing on and off as you guys drove off. You reached his flat, he pushed the door open, a wave of fear washed over you for a minute, you had hoped he wasn’t some strange murderer.

He took your hand, looking at you with a craving, you pulled him into you, kissing his neck as you played with the hem of his pants. He picked you up from under your bum, you giggled in delight. He started to carry you up a pair of stairs, kissing your neck, Tom reached a room, throwing you onto the bed in satisfaction.

Tom crawled onto you, his lips instantly back onto your neck, you played with the buttons on his shirt, quickly unbuttoned his suit. You smiled at his body, he was so fit, “kiss me.”

You did as you were told, placing your lips on his as you pulled him towards you, you collided harshly, you rolled on top of him, he stared at you in admiration.

…….

You opened your eyes, the light flooding in and drowning you, you gasped covering your eyes. When your eyes were finally adjusted to the bright light, you looked around, you were in a large bed covering in white blankets. This is not your room. Your memory was foggy and your headache wasn’t helping you remember either.

You heard a noise that seemed to be coming from the other side of the bed. You turned around to see a handsome man, he was asleep and he had no shirt on. You looked down to see yourself in a white button up shirt, you turned red from embarrassment, realizing what had happened last night.

In a quick stir, you got up and started to change into your clothes, hoping to not wake the person on the bed. You finished changing, turning to see if you had everything, once you did, you tried to walk out.

A hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, you jumped up in shock, not thinking about how you should react to him holding you. You turned around to see that the man you slept with was wide awake, his hand on your wrist which stopped you from leaving.

“Please don’t leave,” he begged in a raspy voice, he sounded sleepy, but it was so attractive. You blushed a bit and he let go of your wrist, “I know what happened. It was the liquor, but I really like you.”

The boy only seemed to speak with honesty, sincere on his comment, you looked to the door once and turned back to him, it wouldn’t hurt to stay here.You sighed and decided that you didn’t always want to be single.

“Okay then, I guess we can give it a shot,” You told him with smile, sitting down on the ground in front of him.

Tom had eventually won you over and you two became official.You had found out certain things about Tom, like he is an actor, the only detrimental part is that he is always gone, working on the new spiderman movie.

When he comes back, you both have as much time with each other as you can. The days varied on what you would do, but it mostly would be full of cuddling, others would be more touchy, and some were lazy.

After 3 months of dating Tom, you started feeling sick, you couldn’t hold down anything, and you woke up to consistent puking. You felt nauseous and dizzy as well as pain, but you were used to it, considering it’s been happening for awhile now. Tom was out filming, luckily, he was coming back late that day.

The day went by slowly, the pain just surging through your body, you ached and felt terrible no matter what you did. You got up, grabbing your car keys and driving to a walk in clinic, hoping they would find the source of the problem.

You checked yourself in, waiting behind a few other people, you decided reading a magazine would be the best way to pass time. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

When you got called in, the nurse asked you a lot of questions, which you answered honestly. She wrote all of the answers down on a piece of paper, she smiled at you, telling you the doc would be in after a few minutes. You were left in a room by yourself, nothing to do but sit and stare at white walls.

You felt nervous as you thought up scenarios about what was wrong with you. ‘Hopefully it’s not too bad,’ you thought to yourself. An older man walked in the room, his nametag said, ‘Dr. Flynn.’
“Nice to meet you, I am Doctor Flynn.” You shook his hand as he reached it out to you, you smiled at him, he looked down at a clipboard, “so my nurse says you have constant dizziness and nausea?”


You nodded at him, hoping he would find out what is wrong with you, “are you okay with me asking personal questions, Miss Y/N?”

“Yes of course.” He set down the clipboard, turning towards you as if he was getting to the real hard hitting questions, “when was the last time you had sex?”

“About a month ago.” He nodded, “When was the last time you had your period?”

You had to think back for that question, realizing it had actually been awhile since you had your period, “I should be getting it sometime soon.”

“The reason I am asking, is because my nurse and I both believe you are pregnant.” Your breath hitched as those words escaped the doctor’s mouth, you couldn’t be pregnant, you had just now fallen for Tom. What would he think?!

Dr. Flynn noticed your panic, “We aren’t saying you are, but you have common symptoms of first month to fourth month of pregnancy.”

Tom would be concerned about this, he already had alot of stress on him from the Spiderman movie, including this would just be the cherry on top. “Can I take a test?” You asked, your voice not as strong due to the shock from the news.


“The test could take up to a day to get the results back.” You shook your head, you didn’t have a day, tonight would be Tom’s last night home for almost 2 weeks, you need it now. “Can you make it a rush order?”

Dr. Flynn cocked his head, curious as to the reasons why, “My boyfriend, Tom, tonight is his last night home..”

“Ohh.” He nodded, “here is what we’ll do. Take it town and I’ll have it ready by 4 pm tonight.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around the older man, “thank you..”

It had faded into the night, Tom was to be home in 40 minutes and you had to be at the hospital in 10. You drove quickly, pulling in and hopping out to run inside, grabbing the results, Dr. Flynn pulled you back there, wanting to see how you would react to opening the results.

You ripped open the envelope, seeing a note saying positive. The blood test came back with signs of pregnancy, your breath catching in your throat, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”You grabbed the piece of paper explaining the blood work, but you didn’t know what you were going to say to Tom. You walked out of the office, still not able to process the fact that you were going to have a baby.

You decided to run to the store, looking for something special, you found something that was perfect, you got home and wrapped it quickly.You prepared a dinner once you got home, you made Tom some spaghetti, but your heart was still racing with fear, hoping you could tell him sooner rather than later.

The sound of a car door slamming rang in the distance, you stood there, waiting for Tom to walk inside. The door opened, Tom called out your name in his thick accent, “Y/N, love where are you?”

Tom walked into the kitchen, a backpack on his shoulder, sweats and a shirt on, “well don’t you look sexy.”

He nodded, walking up to you, he kissed your lips, “you look a little sick, babe.” He walked past you, picking up a plate and starting to eat, “I have a present for you before dinner.”

Excitement rushed to Tom’s face, he was such a child, you handed him a present wrapped in christmas wrapping paper. He laughed at it, looking at you, “It was all we had.”

You rolled your eyes as he carefully unwrapped the present, he pse the neatly unwrapped paper to the side, “please don’t tell me you aren’t gonna use that again.”

“Then I can’t tell you.” He stuck his tongue out at you, smiling jokingly, “wait wait.” You pulled out your phone, turning it on a live video, instantly people started to watch, since you were Tom’s girlfriend, you knew people would be all over your feed, hoping to see Tom.

He looked up at the phone, “please don’t tell me you got us a cat.” You laughed at him, you now wish you had a cat in the box too, but you shook your head.

“Open the box” Tom did as he was told, taking the top off the box, he looked inside, there was only blue and pink tinsel and filling paper. “You got me a box with tinsel and paper?”

You shook your head, watching as Tom dug deeper into the bag, he finally pulled out the intended gift, it was a small spiderman onesie, he looked up at you, confused at first, “princess, this might be a little tight.”

“It’s not for you.” The people in the comments got it before Tom did, soon they were commenting #babyspiderman

Tom still wasn’t understanding, but he then pieced it all together, he looked down at your belly then you, he had tears in his eyes almost instantly, “you’re-”

Tom almost couldn’t get the words out, so you spoke for him, “im pregnant.” Tom stood up, walking to you, putting his hands on your waist, looking down at your stomach in happiness, Im so in love with you.

He kissed you, holding you in his arms, he looked at your phone, the comments were blowing up your phone, some positive, some negative, but mostly positive. “#babyspiderman huh?”

“Can we name him Peter?” You laughed at Tom, putting your hands around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “You can name him or her whatever you want to.”


2 months seemed to past since you have been pregnant, you had grown in size, Your sense of gravity has changed completely, you were heavier in the front, compensating for the new life inside you. You had been taking care of yourself, Tom took a few more weeks off to make sure you were okay but they couldn’t delay a movie so he had to be gone again.

You had been home alone, walking around, your back in pain. You had recognized the pain in your stomach, feeling a tearing at the inside of you, but then, you could feel something drip down your leg. You looked down, seeing a clear liquid draining out of you.

Panic washed over you, “no… no.. no..” You needed help, the pain worsened, not being able to feel anything but that pain, you let out a wince as you fell to your knees, your arms on the ground, rolled into a ball of pain.

You pulled out your phone dialing 911, “hello, ma’am what seems to be the problem?”

“My water just broke.” you let out a cry, another shock wave of pain coming over you, “ambulance is on their way, how far along are you?”

“5 months.” You stated quickly, letting out another scream of pain, “okay ma’am I need you to sit down. Don’t do any quick movements.”

After 10 minutes the ambulance arrived, they pushed the door open, rushing to where you were, they noticed that the water was now turning into blood, “she is losing the baby.”

You shook your head, “no please, save my baby!” You cried out. You were panicking as you saw more blood. You sobbed as the people in the ambulance tried helping you, they had numbed the pain in your stomach.

No matter how hard they tried, you had already lost your baby.From the loss of your blood, you started to fade, tilting your head back as your vision spotted. The only thing you could really see were the flashes of cameras, you realized what it was, the paparazzi.

The medics reacted, putting you in the back of the ambulance and driving you to the nearest hospital but the paparazzi wasn’t far behind. You closed your eyes, hoping they could still save your baby, but just as you faded, so did your hope.

You woke up in a strange room, nothing but white surrounding you, you saw an older woman, her heart looked to be sunk in her chest.

“Miss Y/N, we are sorry for your loss,” they told you. Your breath hitched. You looked down to your stomach in fear, your baby was gone. You started to cry. “N-No! N-n-not my baby…!” you cried into your hands.

They needed to clean you up and see if anything else in your body got hurt, any organs that have been pushed upon. You laid on the bed, exhausted both mentally and physically, not wanting to think about what just happened.

They called Tom so he could know where you were. He was coming back in two days, which gave you mixed emotions. You wanted him with you right now, his arms around you, comforting you in this time of lose.

But, no matter how bad you wanted him here, you weren’t ready to face him. Or anyone for that matter. You didn’t want to see your friends, or your family.

The doctor walked into the room, she held a clipboard, “so we did a few tests on your body. Your body wasn’t able to withstand the baby. You were slowly killing yourself the farther you went into the pregnancy.”

You nodded, holding your hand in sadness, a tear dropped onto your lap, and that’s when the flood of tears started. “It’s okay..”

The doctor put her hand on your shoulder, hoping to comfort you, but all you wanted was to cry, not feel better, that meant you had to move on and you didn’t really want to move on. “You are allowed to go home tonight. We have someone who will bring you home.”

You got up off the bed, putting on some new clothes, tears still coming from your eyes. You walked out of the room, and soon out of the hospital. Once you were out of the hospital, a crowd of paps started to bubble you, all you could do is get to the car fast enough.

When you got home, you immediately took a shower since you felt dirty and the water relaxed you. Once you changed into comfortable clothes, you laid in bed and watched tv, as tears rolled down your face. You and Tom were so happy to be parents, but it got taken away instantly.

You cried yourself to sleep, alone without a baby kicking and keeping you up until the early mornings. The next day, you got up, brushed your teeth, and changed into more comfortable clothes. You weren’t planning to go anywhere today, you got yourself some breakfast and watched tv again.

It wasn’t hard to fall into a deep depression from losing your child, all you could do is think about crying and how Tom was going to react.

Later, the sound of the door opening filled your ears. You heard footsteps and looked up. Tom was standing there in front of you, sadness in his eyes, as well as regret. He felt horrible seeing you so heartbroken. He could tell that you’ve been crying due to your puffy eyes. You haven’t said anything since he came in.

Your lip quivered and you cried into his chest, “ i lost the baby.” he held you close as his tears fell as well. The both of you were hurting. He regretted that he wasn’t there at the hospital with you when you needed him the most.

We can’t keep this up foreverTom,” He knew what you were talking about, nobody knew that you lost the baby besides Tom and the workers at the hospital. “We need a break from social media..”

You agreed with what Tom had said, hoping you would soon get more time with him. “We have to announce it..’

Both of you knew that there was suspicion rising about Baby Spiderman, ever since there were photos of you at the hospital released. “I have an idea…”

Tom grabbed the box with the onesie, pulling out his phone and taking a photo of it, he added it to Instagram, the caption reading, “You may come a whole lot later than expected, but someday Baby Spiderman..”

Your heart broke when you read the caption, only feeling the sadness as Tom was. He pulled you into him one more time, holding you close, “I’m staying here. As long as you need me. As long as you want me.”

Tom kissed your forehead, he wanted to make it all better but no pain can describe what you feel when you lose your own baby. “Someday Princess…”

Fun and Games (M)

Members: Jaebum x Reader
Type: Smut
Count: 1,640
~Admins M & R

REQUEST: Can i request a smut where you’re in the dorms with got7 playing a game or smth like that, when jaebum starts to feel horny and you both end up having sex or just giving him a head in his room but the members get it and hear your moans so when you’re done and get out of the room they tease both of you about it ? Dominant Jb and a lot of dirty talk please. Thank you so much i hope you’ll have time to do it ! I love you reactions and scenarios !

note: thank you dear anon for requesting, we hope you enjoy this one!

Originally posted by cy-pher


You and your boyfriend Jaebum had been together for a few months now. Things were going great, he always brought you over to the dorm, most times it was just you and him. Other nights the other members were there. But because you two rarely get to spend a lot of time together, your nights together were mostly spent alone. Except for this night, Jaebum called you and asked you to come hang out with him and the others at the dorm. You arrived at the dorm, knocking at the door, hearing their voices from the other side of the closed door. You roll your eyes and giggle at the loudness that these boys are creating. You were in for a long night, you thought to yourself. Jaebum opens the door for you and kisses you on your lips, snaking his arm around your waist  pulling you inside.

“Hey, Y/N.” He says, breaking away from the kiss.

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Sooo, I was re-watching 1x10 and I kept rewinding this scene because I love how they walk inside the house wrapped around each other (which means they were also walking like that all the way from the Bijou) and how hushed and a tad raspy Jug’s voice sounded and eventually my eyes started noticing other stuff… Can we look a little closer to the groin area of Jughead’s pants..?? I mean is it just me or his wish of them being alone actually hides the meaning we all speculated it did???  Cause it looks like that boy is sporting some half-hard action and I’m sinning so hard right now! 🙈🙈🙈

anonymous asked:

Okay i said 1 for the prompt list but forgot tge ship: jimon

“Clary, what the fuck?” Simon gaped at the flashing neon lights above his head, wondering why the hell he was here instead of wrapped up in his comforter at home watching Star Wars on an endless loop. “Why are we at a strip club?!”

“Come on, Simon!” Clary exclaimed. “You can’t sit around and do nothing forever!” She glared at him with That Look and he knew that it would do him no good to fight with her.

“Fine, let’s just get this over with,” Simon grumbled as Clary grabbed his hand and practically dragged him inside.

The music was deafening, the colors were blinding, and the dancers were stunning. It was all completely overwhelming but Simon hadn’t yet figured out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He was grateful that Clary held on to his arm as they wove through the crowd so they wouldn’t be separated. He didn’t know what he’d do if he was alone in this place.

They passed a group of two guys and one girl in front of the stage, and Simon was confused as to how any one person, let alone all three of them, could be so gorgeous. They were sitting down talking animatedly to each other and glancing at the stage while they waited for the show to start. The girl had long dark hair, blood red lips, and heels that looked like they could kill a man. Quiet frankly, she scared Simon. She was talking to two men who were holding hands and sitting as close to each other as they could get. One of them with brightly dyed hair was decked out in rings and necklaces and makeup, while the other, dressed in black from head to toe, looked like he was trying to draw as much attention away from himself as possible. Simon wasn’t sure how that worked since he was about as tall as your average giraffe.

The music changed lights went down and the beautiful people whooped and hollered. A voice came over the speakers and Simon wished he had known how much this one sentence was about to change his life.

“Welcome to the stage, Jace Lightwood!”

Simon hardly noticed Clary practically buzzing right next to him as a man in a cropped, white shirt paired with extremely tight jean shorts (that left absolutely nothing to the imagination much to Simon’s pleasure) and spiked pumps walked on to the stage.

Simon choked on his own spit as the man, Jace apparently, looked out into the audience and caught his eye. Jace winked and when a few strands of golden hair flopped into his face, Simon felt faint. Jace smirked as he made his way over to the pole in the middle of the stage, and when Simon remembered that Jace was actually going to dance, his entire mouth went dry.

The lyrics to the song that was playing rang through Simon’s ears when Jace wrapped his hands around the pole.

“You’ve got no place to hide. Cause I’m feelin’ like a villain got a hunger inside.”

Jace swung himself around the pole and lifted his feet from the ground, twisting his legs in ways that Simon didn’t even think was possible. He could see sweat and body glitter on shining under the lights on Jace’s stomach, making him look like an angel. He looked equivalent to a Roman marble statue, carved by the gods, down to every last detail.

Simon knew he was blatantly staring, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away, not even for a second. Jace landed with a supernatural grace, throwing his head back and running his hands down his sides, all the way to his ass. He dropped to his knees and grabbed a dollar from the laughing beautiful brunette with his teeth. He ruffled her hair and she ducked, swatting his hand away, which seemed uncannily familial.

He tucked the dollar into the pocket of his shorts before making his way down the stairs on the side of the stage and into the audience. He was only walking, but he made even that look like the most erotic of dances. The sly glint in his eyes along with his perpetual smirk, made him look positively devilish.

Simon’s breathing became rapid as Jace came closer, plucking the dollar bill from Clary’s hand, his gaze finding Simon immediately. Jace hooked his finger into Simon’s Star of David necklace and brought him close so that they’re faces were only inches apart.

“What’s your name, pretty boy?” Jace asked, and hearing his voice sent a wave of dizziness through Simon’s entire body. It was husky and raspy, and his breath smelled like cinnamon gum.

“S-Simon,” he managed to stutter out, cursing every diety that could possibly exist for making him a socially awkward moron.

“Simon,” Jace repeated, and the sound of his own name coming from Jace’s lips was so incredibly hot, Simon’s nerves were vibrating with want. He could feel all eyes in the audience the two of them, but with Jace so close to him he couldn’t care less.

When Jace pulled away, Simon hated how disappointed he felt. That is until he heard Jace yell, “Hey Iz, can I get a pen?”

Simon looked up, confused, to see the brunette girl dig through her purse and toss a click pen through the air. Jace caught it with ease and reached out to grab Simon’s hand. Everywhere he touched was like a flame igniting on Simon’s skin. He wrote a phone number on the back of Simon’s hand and then threw the pen back to the girl.

Jace leaned in and his lips brushed Simon’s ear, making his knees practically buckle. “Call me,” Jace whispered, tugging on Simon’s earlobe with his teeth before pulling away and strutting back up to the stage.

He barely heard Clary squeal in his ear while he looked at the ink scrawled on his hand. His fingers brushed over it, sure it had to be fake. Simon was never this lucky.

And if afterwards, Clary teased him relentlessly for texting the hot stripper day in and day out? Well then Simon thought it was worth it.

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you know what i loved about day6’s concert is that you know how the boys always say it’s like THEY are the ones at a concert,, i love how the fans don’t focus on cheering for the members (i did oops lol couldn’t help it) and doing fanchats like fans do for other groups but My Days SING.. AND THROUGH THAT, YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY THE BOYS ARE which makes me happy and want to sing even more harder. i love the relationship cause it seems like the members are truly grateful for their fans and My Days appreciate and seem to love the boys not only for personalities or looks or anything else but really for their music. it seemed like people were holding their breath before brian sang “movie”, jae cleared his through during dance dance, and especially when sungjin sang with his raw and raspy voice without any instrumentals. although there were times i wished it was quiet so i could hear the boys sing more clearly, the 떼창 (sing along?) sounds so … pretty. this time when we sang Hi Hello while waiting for them to do the encore, it sounded SO PRETTY and even made me feel all asfjsk inside but can you imagine how brian felt when he heard the harmony and unison of our voices through his in-ear..
speaking of brian, of course everybody’s great but his stage presence is 👌🏻. when i see him, i see a person who REALLY REALLY loves what he’s doing. he gets so into the music (it’s attractive af) and really knows how to hype up and interact with the crowd. AND THIS RUDE BOY KNOWS HOW TO KILL. HE KNOWS HE’S ATTRACTIVE and i lost it and seriously almost combusted when i heard him sing “movie” with my own two ears in person. he always smirks and smiles after doing something that he knows makes the fans go crazy. Also , it must he so hard for him to balance both band and student life but the fact that he said he’ll work harder (LIKE HOW MUCH MORE HARDER WILL YOU WORK WHEN YOU ALREADY BALANCE EVERYTHING IN YOUR LIFE SO WELL AND ARE GOOD AT EVERYTHING except games & rock paper scissors & sax.. ) and never shows how tired or stressed he is makes me appreciate him even more. as he almost broke out into tears, he said “thank you for letting me sing”, I WANTED TO CRY. but you know what,, i just have way too many feels and just want to say that I REALLY LOVE DAY6 ok bye

amistillfeeling  asked:

"You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…" with Beast Boy doing the leaving would be incredible :o Congrats again to the #1 BBRae fan~

DID YOU MEAN ANGST, AMI?

I apologize in advance. This is going to be tragic.


What was she doing there?

It was painfully obvious how much she didn’t belong.

Raven was not welcome, not outside of Beast Boy’s room, and most certainly not at such a time like this. Yet, it was as if her own body had betrayed her mind, her feet leading her to his door in the dead of night, all the while the rest of the tower was fast asleep.

She had no right of it, and of all her teammates, she had the least amount of authority to sway the changeling’s mind.

In fact, the empath had spent weeks avoiding Beast Boy as much as possible, keeping him at arm’s length even more than usual. While the other Titans moped about, heartbroken, and dispirited, pleading to convince him otherwise, Raven told herself that she believed in his decision. It was his to make, and his alone, and she could respect that. So, she remained impassive on the matter, and for the first time in a long time, Beast Boy was content with her rather cold resolve.

So then, why, oh why, was she standing outside of his door on his very last night in the tower? Why were her hands, now balled into tight fists, shaking at her sides? Why was she trembling with emotions she could barely keep contained? Why was she clinging to a tiny thread of hope, that she could somehow find a way to convince him to stay?

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I Care *smut*

Author: obrosey-af

Characters: Stiles x OC

Word count: 1,666 (i’m dead serious and I don’t wanna talk about it lol)

Warnings: smut, sex

A/N just an idea i’ve been wanting to mess with, I hope ya’ll like it! Let ya girl know whatchya think. -Er

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“So am I going to see you later?”

“Hmm, we’ll see,” I wink, pushing Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome away from leaning against my body against my locker.

Once he walked away, I turn around and begin spinning the lock and swinging the door open.

“Really? That guy?” Stiles asks, popping up to my left, his face all contorted.

“What? Tanner’s sweet,” I smile, flipping through folders and binders stacked neatly on the narrow shelf.

Tanner is an idiot. He asked Coach this morning what economics was…in economics class!” he exclaims, arms flailing in every direction, “He’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, G, just some dumb jock.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not seeing him for his brains then,” I smirk as I shut the locker door.

“Can you at least just pick one? Instead of stringing a whole slue of guys along,” he asks, throwing his arms up in defeat, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Oh my god, dad, calm down,” I snap, walking past him.

“I’m not being a dad, Griffen, I’m just-” he begins.

“You’re just what? Worried about me?” I cut him off. I knew very well what he was going to say, he’s said it enough times before.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but stopped and looked to the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he sighed, looking up to meet my gaze.

“It’s not a big deal, Stiles, I’m just having fun,” I insisted, patting him on the shoulder before walking away down the hallway.

Sure, I’ve been around the blocks a few times. I’ll see a guy for a week or so in a completely platonic we only want sex kind of way and then we both move on. My friends have never judged me for it. To be honest, they don’t really care enough to have an opinion. Nothing I’m doing is hurting me, so it’s not a problem. Stiles, however, has always seemed to find something wrong with the guy. Connor was too short for me, Ethan talked about himself too much, Tanner’s too dumb. The list goes on. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Stiles had a crush on me, but I apparently don’t know any better because Stiles Stilinski does not have feelings for me.

Later that night, I sat in the bleachers with Lydia, watching the last few minutes of the lacrosse game. I told Tanner I would come see him play, but I was really only there for what we were going to do after. The final buzzer sounded, leaving the score 5-2 Beacon Hills. The players started slowly making their way off the field, grabbing their gym bags from the bench. Tanner walked over just as Lydia and I made it off the stands. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, placing a chaste kiss to my lips. I started to say something when he pulled away, but Stiles interjected.

“Griffen, I need to talk to you,” he spoke so quickly, his words seemed to all blend together.

“Can it wait?” I asked in an annoyed tone, looking back up at Tanner.

“I need to talk to you, like now,” he pressed.

I took a deep breath and rid my face of my annoyance, switching to a smile for Tanner.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” I smiled, patting him on the chest.

He mumbled an ‘okay’ as Stiles grabbed my arm and practically dragged me towards the parking lot.

“Stiles, will you tell me what you’re doing?” I exclaimed as we came to a halt next to his beat up jeep.

Instead of answering me, he lightly pressed his body against mine, leaning me against the jeep as he rested his lips on mine, exhaling deeply. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. I was so mesmerized by the way his lips were moving so in sync with mine, pulling back didn’t even cross my mind.

“Stiles, what the hell,” I mumbled against his lips as I took his lower lip in between my teeth.

Stiles pulled his head away just enough to look me in the eyes and he took a deep breath.

“Do you know how fucking insane I go every time I see you with some new guy?” He asked in a raspy voice, sounding slightly angry.

“What?” was all I could muster after Stiles literally just took my breath away.

“Every fucking time you tell me about your new boy toy of the week, every fucking time I see his body pressed against yours like mine is right now, I go out of my mind, G,” he says, his voice a bit more calm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.

“Why didn’t I tell you?” He laughed as he completely broke all contact between us.

“I didn’t tell you because you were happy, G. You seemed so goddamn happy hooking up with those guys because that’s all you wanted,” he sighed, “All you wanted was sex and that’s not all I wanted with you.”

“That’s not all I want…” My voice in a hushed tone once again, my bottom quivering slightly. “That’s all they wanted.”

“What’re you talking about?” He sighed, walking closer to me once again.

“They’re the ones who only wanted sex, Stiles, they didn’t want to actually be with me,” I exclaimed, becoming frustrated.

“Then why do give it to them?” concern filling his voice.

“Because no one wanted me!” I shouted a little too loud and looked around to see if anyone was standing by. “It’s a win win if you think about it,” I laugh.

I carried on when Stiles didn’t answer.

“They win because they get laid and I win because for a little bit I actually feel like I’m with someone, like they care about me more than to just sleep with me.”

I was past feeling upset now. I’m frustrated, and annoyed and a little pissed off at Stiles for making me admit all of this.

“I care,” Stiles said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

“About what?” I snapped.

“You! I care about you, you big idiot!”

“Shut up, Stiles,” I brushed him off as I went to walk back towards the field.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Stiles exclaimed, pinning me against the car with his hands on either side next to my head.

“How the hell can you stand here and tell me that I don’t care about you, huh?” he said, his face inches from mine. “Why the hell would I be standing here, Griffen? If I didn’t care, you’d be over there with the guy who’s dumber than the his goddamn lacrosse stick.”

“His name is Tanner,” I giggled.

“I don’t care what his name is, I only care about you right now and the fact that I’m trying to profess my goddamn love for you and you’re going on about yourself, do you know how selfish you are?” he joked, a smirk creeping across his face.

I craned my neck forward and pressed my lips to his roughly. His hands moved from the car to my face to cup my cheeks. My hands found the hem of his jersey and I slowly slid my hands up, moving over every one of his toned muscles. I felt him tense under my touch and his hands flew to my hips, pulling me flush against him, revealing the growing bulge in his lacrosse shorts. I dragged my hands down, stopping at the elastic band of his shorts and pulled slightly at the front of them.

“If you keep doing that, I’m throwing you in the car right now,” he mumbled as his breath hitched in this throat.

I’m pretty sure he only meant to think it in his head instead of saying it out loud because his lips froze and his eyes were open wide.

“How about I save you trouble and get in myself,” I whisper huskily, reaching for the handle of the back door.

We climbed inside and before I knew it, hands were grazing all over bodies and clothes were flying off. I straddled Stiles after I assisted him in removing his boxer briefs and me my panties. He stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

“I love you too,” I exhaled against his lips.

Stiles stopped his movements and pulled away to look at me.

“Don’t say that just so this will happen and because I said it,” he gestured towards our current position.”

“I’m not,” I smiled shyly, “I do love you, you big idiot.”

Kissing again, we smiled against each other’s lips. I slowly lowered my body onto his, letting him fill me completely. We both wait a second for me to adjust to him before we both started slowly thrusting our hips up and down. His lips left mine and found my neck, licking small strips before placing a kiss over top. His breath was hot against skin, sending an electric feeling throughout my body.

“Oh my god,” Stiles mumbled, his breathing getting shallow.

I moaned his name as his thrusts became harder and faster while profanities fell from his lips.

“Griffen,” he moaned.

His breathing became calmer and deeper and his movements became sloppy. His cock twitched inside of me, followed by liquids filling me completely. He offered a few more thrusts for me to ride out my high, which sent me over the edge and I came around him. We sat in the same position as we tried to calm our breathing, our foreheads resting against each other’s. I raised my body up, pulling him out of me and plopped on to the seat next to him. He leaned over and placed his hand just below my ear, pressing his lips hard to mine.

“I’m the only one you do this with now, got it?” He smiled, nudging my nose with his.

“Got it.”

anonymous asked:

Who are the best singers out of the skelebros? (Totally not asking because of Drop Pop Candy)

I love Drop Pop Candy omg.

Rus is definitely the best singer. He’s had a lot of practice and his voice is just naturally soothing. He’s sang Scaryberry to sleep so many times. He doesn’t sing a whole lot though. Honey Bear, Tale, and Sassberry come right after then.

In between of decent singers we have Scaryberry, Red Boy, and soft Edge.

Classy Bean sounds like a demonic bird from hell, but he doesn’t really care. Sugarskull is always out of tune, and his voice is clumsy. The worst is Axe who’s voice is like gravel and raspy, it’s like you but a fork in the garbage disposal.

anonymous asked:

May I get a fluffy scenario of 707 with his s/o?

“Soft…”

Like letting your hand run through warm and very smooth sand. The effect was just as calming. Stroking 707′s hair had almost a mesmerizing feel to it, that almost had them fall asleep just like him.

“Mhh,” the redhead purrs as he turns to lie on his back, now looking up at his s/o. “Ahh, what did you say?”

Seeing the boy yawn and rub his sleepy, droopy eyes, which he then squints slightly to try and make out his s/o’s features without his glasses, has them forget to reply.

Seven’s head is still resting on their lap and a few seconds ago he was sound asleep, just like a cat. Has anyone ever told him that he resembles the animals he loves so much quite a lot?

“You think I’m like a cat?” he chuckles with a raspy voice that sounds incredibly calming, even more than usual. His words has them jump slightly though and they blink at him irritatedly. Were they thinking out loud?

“Ex–excuse me?”

“That’s right! I can read your mind, haven’t I told you before? It’s part of my magical superpowers,” Luciel continues while adjusting his frames, which he just put on. “I just think WOOSH ~ ! Abra Kadabra!! And focus really hard and then I can hear people’s thoughts! At the moment, you’re thinking about how much you love me, right?”

“Wrong,” his s/o replies with a laugh. They watch him pout and put on puppy eyes and giggle yet again. All the while they let their fingers run through his locks just like a few moments ago, once more admiring how soft his hair was. “Well, I thought about how much of a dork you are and how cute that is. So technically, you’re not entirely wrong.”

“See? I really am a wizard.” the young man grins proudly. “Honestly, I can’t explain how else our fates met. It really must’ve been magic.”

coffee shop au (l.h.)

this is long sorry, hope you enjoy :)

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“Look, he’s back.”

Your eyes darted up immediately, searching the area in response to your friend’s low whisper and jab to the ribs. They fell on him finally, taking in his dark demeanor from his black converse to the slightly torn t-shirt adorning his torso. It was intriguing, just how intimidating he seemed with the lip piercing matching his pinning gaze, bu you knew it was all exterior.

He’d been coming to your work for the past couple days, having caught your attention from day one. How anyone could even look past him or brush off his presence was a mystery to you, he seemed so prominent and important. Just by the way he carried himself you found interest, you wanted to know who he was under everything he showed off to the world. You wanted to find out when he got his lip pierced, if he had any tattoos to go along with it, why his personality seemed to be so opposite from what he gave off, and why your attention was so piqued by it.

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if you listen to catfish and the bottlemen, do yourself a favor and imagine their songs in the context of michael or – better yet – imagine michael singing them. if you don’t listen to catfish and the bottlemen, do yourself a favor and listen to them and then do what i just suggested. i promise your life will be changed either way. also, just know that this is unofficially titled “the balcony” after catfish and the bottlemen’s album. possibly only gabby/iamhalseys will enjoy this, but that’s okay; we’ll just enjoy catb au michael together. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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3:41 AM

After getting a look at the numbers that stared back at you on your phone, almost hating yourself – hating your body – for stirring from slumber at this time, you groaned before squeezing your eyes shut once more. Months ago, you would’ve easily slept through the night. Nowadays, your body always woke itself up around this time. Had you not met Michael all those months ago, you were sure that you’d still be fast asleep.

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ForgiveTheSinnerSammyPrompt

forgivethesinnersammy because my phone is an idiot it lost the answer to your prompt in its asshole so I hope this is ok. But luckily I copy and pasted the whole thing before I tried to publish it!

Prompt Idea or Close To It: Sex kitten!Sam gets Dean jealous, Dean buys him collar or makes him get a tattoo and Sam may have realized too late that he might have gone overboard.

I hope that’s close enough 😅.
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Of course, lovely.

His slim hips sway with the music that’s on. He lets his head fall back as the guitar riff rolls over him.

Eyes watch him with lustful curiosity, Sam knows. His nipples harden under his black shirt at the thought of a pair of green eyes watching and knowing that Sam’s body is his.

“You here alone, darlin’?” A rich voice asks him.

Sam looks over a shoulder at a tall guy, too lanky for Sam’s taste. Also, too cowboy.

“Mh, may-be,” Sam gives him a teasing smile and rolls his hips hard.

Chocolate brown eyes trail themselves a long a body that doesn’t belong to them.

“What’re you doing in this place by yourself?” The guy comes closer, a few feet away from Sam.

Sam just swings his hips slower, blinking up at the man.

“Never said I was alone,” Sam shrugs.

Sam hears a beer bottle slam down onto a table and knows his lover is angry.

“Come home with me. Could ruin that nice ass,” chocolate eyes rake over what they don’t own again.

“R-ruin it?” Sam bites his lips, batting his lashes when the guy comes closer.

“Yes,” its a hiss of arousal from the man.
“You wanna hurt me?” Sam asks, turning to lean against the juke box.

Chocolate eyes meet hazel ones. Green eyes burn.

“Sammy.”

The twenty-two year old grins, tip of his tongue between his teeth as he sees his older brother come up behind the guy.

Dean grabs him up by the jacket and slams the man onto the nearby, wooden table.

“That’s my little brother you’re fawning over,” Deans voice is a growl.

Leather jacket, combat boots, and short cropped hair–Sam’s weakness.

“I-I didn’t know! He said he was alone!” Chocolate eyes dart from Sam to Dean behind him.

“He said may-be,” Dean hisses, picks the guys’ head up and slams it back down onto the wooden table; knocking him out.

Green eyes land on Sam.

“Lets go. Now.” An order.

Dean grabs him by the neck and steers them out the bar even as people watch.

All that Sam loves rolled into twenty-six years of hard muscle, green eyes, and possesiveness.

He gets left in the dingy motel room with an order of “You move and you’ll get spanked” that makes him shiver, but stay put.

Sam needs Dean, wants him, but Dean has opted to neglect him in favor of disappearing off somewhere. They could be having ravenous sex, Dean buried deep inside him, but Sam is just picking away at the red bed spread, laid out on his stomach as he kicks his feet back and forth in the air.

His cock stays half hard in his jeans and he ruts into the bed softly to keep the ache away, until he hears the rumble of the Impala.

He hears the engine stop and the creaking of the door opening and closing, immediately he’s fully hard.

“Dean,” he purrs as the motel room door opens up to reveal said man.

His older brothers mouth is set in a firm line and his shoulders squared.

“Face down, ass up,” Dean commands, a brown bag crinkling as it hits the bed.

“B-but, Dean,” Sam stutters, but does as he’s told.

He spreads his legs apart to arch his back further and lays his forehead down on his forearms.

The pillow smells like cheap laundry detergent. That’s what he notices as his brother stands beside the bed and begins to open Sam’s jeans roughly with one hand.

“You think you’re for everybody, Sam?” Dean asks, voice even.

“No, big brother,” Sam answers, letting Dean yank his jeans down to his knees.

“Then why–” he pushes Sam flat to the bed, “–do you act like it?”

He admits that he’s been testing Dean more than is acceptable, but he hadn’t thought about the consequences.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Sam gasps as Dean rips his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, jolting his body.

Sam looks over his shoulder just in time to see Dean shrugging off his jacket and throw it onto the other bed. Deans muscles bugle under his shirt.

“Face down,” Dean barks.

Sam puts his face into the pillow and a few seconds later, a sharp slap to his ass is delivered. He bites the pillow, ass cheeks clenching at the sting.

“I told you not to be dancing like that in front of other people,” Dean whispers hotly in his ear, wet lips brushing.

Sam whimpers as Dean spanks him hard again, the sharp sound of his echoing.

“All this ass is for me, baby boy,” Dean kneads his left cheek hard as he licks from Sam’s neck all the way up to the shell of his ear.

Sam’s cock is hard and trapped under his belly, probably blurting pre-come out all on the sheets.

“So, I got something for you,” Dean says, voice raspy.

Sam tries not to whine as his lovers warmth disappears and he hears Dean pick up the brown bag.

“Lift up your head.”

Sam immediately does as he’s told, his eyes staring straight ahead at the brown headboard.

He hears the brown bag hit the floor lightly, empty, and a metallic jingle.

“Look, Sammy.”

He turns his head to the right to see…to see a fucking collar.

His hand flies down to squeeze the base of his cock with a whine, keeping his orgasm at bay.

The dark green collar dangles from Deans index finger, the silver name tag says ‘Property of Dean Winchester’.

“Gotta two name tags just for you, baby,” Dean smiles, green eyes dilated.

He reaches into his jeans pocket to pull out another silver tag, 'Dean’s Good Boy’.

Sam cries out as his hips buck against the sheets, head of his cock wet with his excitement.

“You’re going to look so good with this around your neck, let all those bastards know you’re mine,” Dean groans.

Sam’s throat gets grabbed as Dean climbs on the bed behind him, putting the collar around his neck.

It fits perfectly, the leather cool against his heated skin.

“My perfect boy,” his brother kisses at his neck.

Dean leans back between Sam’s spread legs, gripping his ass hard.

“Let it happen again, Sammy–” Dean slaps both his cheeks hard, “–and this ass is getting my name tattooed on it.”

Sam shivers and mewls as his brother spreads him open, exposing his hole to the cool air.

Sam is about to ask why Dean isn’t moving before he hears him spit, a warm wad of it landing right on his hole.

“Oh God,” Sam humps down hard into the bed, dick drooling.

Dean spits again and it runs down to his balls, slicking him up.

“Dean,” he pants out, face flushed and body on fire.

“Hold on, just–fuck,” Dean uses both hands to get his jeans down around his knees.

Sam squirms as he feels more of the spit sliding down behind his balls. He won’t last long, his balls already drawn up tight.

Dean lays over his little brother, slipping his throbbing cock between the slick space of Sam’s ass.

“Yeah, Dean. Fuck me, fuck me,” Sam whispers harshly, gasping as Dean ruts against him.

“Not tonight, baby,” Dean licks the shell of Sam’s ear as he picks up the pace.

His spit slicks the way, his dick slipping smoothly along the crack of Sam’s ass, over his twitching hole. He humps him like they’re animals, making the bed move and the headboard smack the wall.

“You’re going to cum just like this, all over these sheets. Just from me on top of you like this,” Dean growls into Sam’s ear, he wraps his hand around his throat to feel the collar.

Sam lets out a choked yell, hands tight in the sheets. He spreads his legs wider to move down harder into the sheets and buck back up into his brothers thrusts.

His nipples rub against the sheets as he cries out his pleasure and Dean rubs a thumb along his collar.

He’ll wear the damn thing whenever Dean tells him, wherever they go, no matter what.

“Beautiful, plump ass, Sammy. Feels so fucking good around me,” Dean is still talking into his ear, tightening his hand around his throat.

Sam lets out a yelp when the fat tip of Deans dick catches in his puffy hole. He’s going to come, can feel it in the way his balls pulse.

“’M gonna’ come soon, Dean. I’m gonna–oh, oh!” Sam lets out an embarrassing squeal when Dean reaches under him to pinch a nipple and bites his neck.

“I was thinking, Sammy,” Dean breathes hotly, his body pushing Sam further down into the bed, his dick making a sickenly wet sound as he ruts harder.

Sam sounds like he’s starving for air, chest heaving as his orgasm nears.

“Yeah, Dean, yeah?” Sam swallows, head tilting upward as his body is jarred wildly, his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“Was thinking about getting a tag that said–that said–” Dean cuts off with a loud moan, bloated length throbbing against Sam.

Sam writhes under Sam, sweat making the glide of their bodies easier.

“That said, Deans. Good. Bitch,” Dean snarls in his ear.

Sam screams loud, bucking wildly and shaking as he comes hard, moaning. He sobs, cock trapped under his stomach as he shoots the last of his load.

Dean sits back quickly, squeezing the globes of Sam’s ass together and fucking between them.

“Good boy,” Dean smirks, breathless.

He spits thickly onto his own red, aching length and fucks forward slowly. Sam groans, boneless and lets Dean do as he pleases.

He’s gonna spill all over his brothers tan skin and between his sweet ass.

“Not going to do it again, right?” Dean whispers, trying to hold out a little longer.
“No, Dean, not gonna,” Sam whimpers.
“Uh huh,” Dean pants, beginning to shake as his orgasm hits, hissing as his balls pump out his seed.

He looks down to watch himself spill thick and hot all over Sam’s hole and lower back.

When he’s done he slumps forward, groaning when his come dries between them.

“Dean?” Sam whispers.
“Hmm?”

Dean slides over on his side and Sam turns to cuddle against him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Sam kisses along his sweaty neck, cooing softly.

“Its alright, just…makes me nervous to think about something happening to you cause– what if I’m not their at the moment, ya’ know?” Dean murmurs into his hairs.

“I do it cause you’re there with me, Dean.”

His older brother snorts softly.

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#6: ‘Stuffy Noses and Dry Throats’

Not Done Yet Falling For You series- One Shot #6

Request:  Could you write one where Harry’s sick and she takes care of him?

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               Fall had always been your favourite time of the year and for good reasons. There was something about the colours and the coziness of the season that brought along a feeling of content. You loved seeing the brightly coloured leaves drift to the ground from their previous place on tree branches or the taste of an infamous Pumpkin Spice latte from Starbucks on a particularly chilly morning. Whether it was dressing yourself in slightly oversized knit sweaters and wrapping thick scarves around your neck to keep you warm or snuggling into your  comfy bed while a seasonal candle burned in your room, you enjoyed everything that fall had to offer. But, of course, with all the good things that came along with fall came the stuffy noses and the dry throats that corresponded with a cold.

               You had been fortunate enough to not catch one yet, nearing mid-October and not displaying any symptoms, but it was a different story for your fiancé. Harry had been complaining of a stuffy nose for the past three days and his voice had been extra raspy when waking up in the morning. You had made sure to start him on some cough syrup the minute he had mentioned feeling slightly stuffy, hoping you would catch the oncoming cold before it had the chance to get worse. However, your efforts to keep him healthy had failed and he was now suffering from a full-blown cold, fever and head-aches included.

               Standing in the kitchen of your new home, you waited for the tea kettle to boil the water you had poured into it moments before. The house was quiet, the usual sound of the television not filling the air since Harry was not sitting in front of it. Instead, he was upstairs in the master bedroom, cuddled under many layers of blankets and waiting for you to return to him. He had woken up that morning with a high fever and had very little energy to do anything. It had taken him all the strength he had plus your help just to get him out of bed and across the room to the bathroom.

               Pulling out your phone in your wait for the kettle, you scrolled through the countless messages sent in return to your tweet informing the public that Harry was poorly. You read many answers from people wishing he would get better soon or stating they hated the fact that he was sick and you could agree. Seeing Harry so sick tugged at your heartstrings, knowing he was in some degree of pain and discomfort. The only positive thing that came out of Harry being ill was his need for even more cuddles than you would usually give him. Cuddling him was something you would never get tired of.

               You set your phone down on the counter once the boiling kettle started emitting a high-pitched sizzling noise indicating the water was getting hotter. You went over to the cabinet where you kept a pretty large collection of mugs (some would even say too large) and picked out Harry’s favourite before popping the little bag of green tea into it. After pouring the steaming water into the mug that Harry simply adored, you carefully made your way up the stairs to the second floor where your bedroom could be found, careful not to spill the hot beverage.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I saw you went to the bangtan boys fansign! Random question, but what did their voices sound like? Like, talking wise (ex. Raspy, smooth)

oh ymg od….

jin’s voice was so smooth and it sounded exactly like in videos istg

jungkook talked kinda quietly and shyly but his voice was deep and oh my god… :’)

jimin’s voice is soooo cute???¿ like it’s light and sweet and just… honey… :’’)

j-hope is quite loud lmaooo surprise surprise he talked and laughed a lot with fans and was just super smiley

taehyung’s voice oh my god it’s so deep and husky and i was so surprised when hearing it tbh and also omg that voice + his cute english im just…… :’)

rapmon’s voice is even deeper tho like holy shit it’s so deep it’s goes through the ground lmao but honestly!! and his english is so good like damn he’s so attractive when speaking english i nearly died there like he sounded so flirty almost and just omg 

suga’s voice is raspy and he talked calmly and i dont even remember im crying lmao but yeah he sounds like he’s really paying attention to what’s said and he’s just rly cute my baby :’)