i have been staring at this for way too long

Firing the Nalu Canon a Bit Prematurely... ButScrewit

OKAY! Everyone is talking about this ONE MAGIC stuff right. Well Zeref says:

The Magic that overcomes ALL MAGIC. But Lucy had a theory:

Which makes sense seeing as the mages get more powerful when they are emotional. I don’t know about you, but Lucy seems to have a better understanding about Magic than Zeref cus he’s fukin shit up left and right over here.

(It’s not his fault he just wanted to save his family and he’s been alive for way too long and the Mavis went all X_X on him and he just doesn’t want to be tortured by Acnologia for eternity and I just want to hug him, etc…)


Does anyone remember back in chapter 478 when Mavis was all:

Pause to stare at this perfect little family.

THEN she makes Lucy come to her and gives her END:

Like, she makes Lucy leave Natsu, gives her the book, then goes to Natsu and Zeref…Whatcha doin Mavis?

THEN she tells Zeref she knows how to save him:

Anyone else think this is proof it’s Nalu? Natsu is END and I think he will be the downfall of Zeref, but not in the way Zeref thinks, by killing him. Instead I think Lucy’s love for Natsu (and vise versa) and saving him will break the curse on Zeref and he will be mortal.

(I totally want to say then Mavis and Zeref can be together..but I have a feeling they both are going to die and be together that way because they are pretty done with living right about now.)

I mean I get it’s the love between the guild and friends and shit. BUT THE NALU IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE!

Mavis has been sitting on this information for a good 50+ chapters…and now Lucy’s writing in Natsu’s book and I’m not okay!

Originally posted by peaceisthenewhappy

That is all.

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.



“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.


The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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ineverfeelguiltyeatinganything  asked:

Hi! Drarry - "I didn't think you had it in you" for the prompt :3

I didn’t think he had it in him.  It’s one of those horrible, fundamental truths, of course:  you can never really know another person.   I’d stared at Potter for years until I’d memorized every idle gesture from the sullen way he crossed his arms when he was tired of being berated by Granger to the way he beamed with raw delight at things that should have been ordinary.

I knew he was poor long before anyone else had figured it out.   He liked simple things too much.

I thought I knew everything about him.  

He never looked at me.  I mean, he looked at me.  He curled his lip, and rolled his eyes, and despised me and if you’d asked my friends they would have said Potter stared at me every time I walked into a room but it wasn’t the way he looked at Weasley.  It wasn’t the way he looked at Weasley’s sister.   He didn’t smile when he saw me.  His mouth didn’t quirk up in that little half grin that said he couldn’t believe how fortunate he was to know them.   I’d sit at that long wooden table eating the unfortunate food Hogwarts served us and stare at the back of his head as he smiled for them.  He had a curl.  Has a curl. It sits on the right side  and has always kept his hair from ever lying quite right.   He had a curl and he had a scar and he had friends and then the war was over and I hadn’t seen him except in hagiographic excess in the Prophet for over a year when I realized I missed him.  When I realized why.

Not that I planned to do anything about it.  

I knew him, but I knew myself too.  Cowardice has always been the cloak that I wrapped myself in.  It keeps you safe, that cloak.

Or I thought I knew him.

Until I opened the door and instead of a witch wanting to talk to me about some political thing or other, and could I sign here and maybe donate a bit, Potter stood there, hair unruly and trainers soaked through.  You’d think he’d have more sense than to step in puddles.   We lived in London.  It was wet.

“Can I come in?” he asked, raking a hand through his hair.  I’d always thought he’d done that so people would see his scar.  It flashed at me, proof he was the chosen one and I, well, I was not.

I stepped aside.

“What brings you here,” I asked.

He took a deep breath and seemed to search about for something to say.   “I missed you,” he said at last.  He took a few steps into my flat and looked around.   

“Take your shoes off before you ruin the rugs,” I said, probably too crossly but I didn’t want to go through this.  I didn’t think he had it in him, you see.  What sort of idiot loves a man with a Mark on his arm?

Of course, what sort of idiot walks into the woods to let a madman kill him?

Turns out the same sort.

EXO Reaction: Their S/O is being cuddly all the time.

Request: GAHH! I love your reactions so muchhhh, may I have a reaction for EXO? As in they react to you being cuddly all the time? Thank you have a good day, don’t stress, and be healthy ^^

A/N: Thank you so much cutie pie, sorry this took so long (revision and exams are a pain in the bum) but this has been an absolute pleasure to write. I hope this was worth the wait, so so so sorry you had to wait!!


Originally posted by secrethideoutme

I can’t see Xiumin being a huge fan of PDA but when you two were alone he’d love how cuddly you were and the way you’d rest your head on his shoulder and stare at him with big doe eyes. Most of all, he’d love how you respected his boundaries in public too, knowing he’d only hold your hand at most.


Originally posted by selubaekai

Luhan would usually be cuddly himself so to have a S/O who not only reciprocates his cuddles but actively seeks them would be a good match for Lu. Overall his favourite would be when he could wrap you up in his arms with an oversized hoodie on and squidge your precious little cheeks.


Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Kris would love your cuddly and affectionate nature as there wasn’t often a time where his hands weren’t on you in some way. Although he loved your cuddles, he would often be the one to initiate it into more and an intimate kiss wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.


Originally posted by sooranghaes

Suho would appreciate your cuddles more than anyone after a long and stressful day of looking after his kids. In your arms he felt more supported and it was like his stress melted off. Sometimes if he was really exhausted he’d even ask you for a massage, appreciating how your touch seemed to lift his worries.


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Yixing would be a big fan of bedtime cuddles and would love nothing more than waking up to the birds singing, the sun peaking through the blinds and feeling you wrapped in his arms, your face totally at peace and your eyelashes fluttering gently. That was his all time favourite where there was no doubt he was in love with you. 


Originally posted by exoturnback

As if you couldn’t have him wrapped around your little finger anymore, whenever you would shuffle over to him with that ‘I want cuddles’ look on your face I swear he would melt into the sweetest and most caring boyfriend, taking your hand and kissing your forehead before pulling you toward him gently. 


Originally posted by achenlove

In the rare moments of peace in your manic relationship shared between his idol life and your constant pranks and jokes, Chen would adore cuddling you, it was a special time that reminded him that through all the jokes and teasing he was utterly besotted with you and that while you were his best friend, you were also the love of his life.


Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

I think this precious tree would be the biggest cuddler, his height giving him the perfect cuddle advantage for anyone. It didn’t matter where or when, if you wanted cuddles he would always be more than happy to give them, his head resting on yours and his hands running up and down your arms soothingly.


Originally posted by kyungsuhos

When you tried to initiate PDA he would never be one to shy away from it. He’d blush a ton, be a tad embarassed but low key he would be super pleased that you were so proud to be his S/O. That little bit of contact would mean a lot to him although he’d never say it, he’d also appreciate that you never went too far.


Originally posted by laygion

I imagine Tao to usually be very passionate so when you just wanted to cuddle for him it would be a welcome change of pace. Overall he wasn’t too fussy, as long as he could show his affection in some way he was more than happy to, but he did love your cuddly nature for sure.


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kai would be a massive fan of PDA, whether it be holding your hand, having his arm around your shoulder or a hand on your waist, he would have to have you close to him at all times and so the fact you appreciated it and loved the physical contact would make him feel all the better.


Originally posted by sehunicorne

He’d love it, but love it 1000x more when it was in front of the members. It made him feel super manly to have such an affectionate S/O and made it all the more clear that you only had eyes for him, something he really appreciated surrounded by his hyungs.

Love Yourself

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, sexual frustration, smutarific, masturbation

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-versary Celebration Fic TWENTY. The line requested was,  “You’re like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.” It was requested by  @docharleythegeekqueen. It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including my line for @avasmommy224 Dirty Thirty challenge which is  “Don’t knock masturbation. It’s sex with someone I love.” Let’s see if I can’t make this good for everyone. ;) Happy Birthday, Jenn! :D

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Lost Track of Time

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were mad, but he was out of patience 

Word Count: 1526

Warning: eh, not really a warning…that is unless you hate the F-bomb and other kinds of curse words.

Originally posted by shishikookie

You were fuming. Here you were, dressed in a stunning gown that you knew he would love and holding a boxed Rolex that you were going to gift him. You had waited for him in the fancy 5-star restaurant where you had gotten a reservation, a reservation that took you at least eight months worth of pay to save up for. But here you were, back in your shared apartment at 1 am in the morning waiting for your boyfriend of two years to come home. Yes, he had stood you up.

You would have understood if he had called you or messaged you. Hell, you would have understood if he sent a freaking messenger pigeon to send you a letter telling you why he couldn’t make it. But guess what you didn’t receive? Any sort of indication from Jungkook on where he was or why he didn’t come. 

On the couch you fiddled around with your phone tossing it up and catching it over and over again, waiting for a phone call or text message from him. Instead of the blaring sound of your ringtone or a notification indicating a message, you heard something else: the opening of the front door. He was home. 

Jungkook crept in and quietly removed his shoes since he thought that you would be most likely to be asleep by now. That’s why he was so surprised to find you awake in the middle of the night sitting on the couch wearing a long gown. 

“Oh, jagi. I thought you were asleep.” You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know why I’m awake right now, Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted when he heard you refer to him by his full name. You never used his full name unless you were angry. 

If he wasn’t so tired he would have asked you what was wrong. If he wasn’t so tired he would be doing his aegyo to cheer you up. If he wasn’t so tired he wouldn’t be picking a fight with you. 

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Only Me(Namjoon Smut)

I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.

“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his mouth to keep from answering.

“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this, playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you, Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he was Kim Namjoon.

“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.

“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.

“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.

“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching his cheeks.

“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his nose.

“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick with the male about it next time he got.

Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to him.

“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?” You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.

“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.

“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank an earbud from his ear sitting back.

“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.

“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you were feeling.

“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers glided against his keys.

“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t. Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too? The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with him.

You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees, you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him, raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.

“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let out a soft hitch of breath.

“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his, legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting hard.

You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss, you looked down in his eyes.

“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.

“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.

“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.

“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips again.

“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head pressing your forehead against his.

“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.

“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.

Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.

“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.

“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down. He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go, keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.

“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast, his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance. He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat. He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it. Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up, the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips, opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock up and down your slit slowly.

“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your head.

“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft, you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.

“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.

“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up his pace letting it stay fast.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles. You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you. Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.

“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly nuzzling your nose.

“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.

“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.

“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others and give you privacy.

Worth the Wait (M)

In which Hyungwon has been trying to get in your pants for a long time and admittedly, you’ve wanted the same

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Word count: 3k

Anon: Hyungwon rough smut pls. Theres no reason just him being horny & needy & feel like having a rough sex hehe tq!! ♥️ 

(I kinda gave a reason but either way he’s horny, needy and lowkey angry so that results in rough sex??? hope it meets your expectations)

The attraction has always been there. 

He always looks at you for way too long, eyes always roaming over your body when he thinks you aren’t looking. When you speak you have his undivided attention, eyes staring intently at the way your lips curve around every word that leaves your mouth. 

Hyungwon knows all of your quirks and habits. The way you bite your lower lip when you concentrate, the way your leg bounces or how you tap your fingers when you’re nervous or anxious. Everyone knows Hyungwon isn’t the most observant guy around, always in his own little world or sleep, but everyone sees how he perks up around you. 

You noticed it a while ago.

Whether he was just physically attracted to you, you don’t know and you don’t care. You just know you enjoy the feeling of his eyes boring into various parts of your body. You find humor in the lingering hugs he gives you, hands slowly dragging off of your body when you pull away. You enjoy the not so secret looks when the squad is together. 

He’s very flirtatious, and you either laugh at his attempts or play along.

Hyungwon doesn’t appreciate your laughter when he’s being serious about you. Especially not tonight. 

You’re drinking, and you’re in such a good mood it made you a buzzed, giggling mess. Everything is funny to you and you hadn’t even had much to drink. 

“When are you gonna stop playing?” he asks, plump lips brushing the back of your ear as he whispers his question. His chest leans against your shoulder as he bends down to your height, body heat already radiating through the cotton of your shirt.

“When are you gonna stop trying?” you tease, turning your head to look at him. 

The proximity of your faces makes the smile that was already playing on your mouth stretch, amused by the way he licks his lips at the fact your own are so close. 

“If you wanted me to stop you wouldn’t entertain me,” he states matter-of-factly. 

With a chuckle, you turn around to completely face him, looking up at him with a shake of your head.

“But that doesn’t mean I want you,” you taunt, hands sliding their way up his arms to his shoulder, completely contradicting your words. His eyebrow twitches before a grin of his own plays on his lips. 

“You might as well just let me take you home for the night, ____. You’ve been there plenty of times already.”

“I’ve been to your house when you didn’t have the intentions of fucking me, so that’s different.” 

You catch the playful glint in his eyes as he rubs his lips together.

“Actually, every time you come around I have the intention to fuck you. On every surface and corner of my house,” he admits with no shame, his hands reaching out to get nice handfuls of your ass. The action makes your eyes widen in surprise before they squint in mock annoyance. “Especially in front of the mirror.” 

You know exactly which mirror he’s referring to. It takes up half of one of his bedroom walls, directly in front of his bed and whenever you’re at his place you use it to take pictures or do your makeup when the rest of the group wants to pregame before going out. 

“You’re awfully bold tonight,” you sigh, turning back around and making his hands drop from your ass. “I just wanted to enjoy a few drinks and you’re over here telling me about fantasies that will never become reality,” you laugh, grabbing your drink off of the bar and chugging it down.

“You’re awfully harsh tonight,” Hyungwon counters,not falling for your act.

 Hyungwon knows he tempts you. He knows his words effect you exactly the way he wants. The chase to get you is no doubt fun for the both of you. You get the satisfaction of having him always shower you in compliments and boosting your ego. For him, the wait makes him yearn for you even more, and makes him want to do so much more to your body each time you brush him off. 

 Leaning into you again, Hyungwon gingerly drags his pillow-like lips up the side of your neck before pulling on your earlobe softly. “Just be mine already.” 

His breath makes you want to shiver, but you force your body to suppress the feeling. 

“If you can look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want this then I’ll leave you alone, really.” 

The way his tone switches from arrogant to serious, voice dropping a few octaves, makes your stomach flip. You want him almost as much as he want you, and maybe it’s the drinks that you downed, but you’re really considering finally giving into him. 

Fuck it.

You turn around, straightening your face. The look in his eyes shows that he’s ready for rejection, but when you reach up to get a hold of the back of his neck you see a brief smile before your lips crash into his. 

There’s a blur of finding Hyunwoo and Kihyun to tell them the two of you are leaving, their eyes drifting down to where yours and Hyungwon’s hands are clasped together before asking how much you’ve had to drink with smirks on their faces. The car ride consists of Hyungwon speeding and you mulling over the fact you really gave into your desires after waiting so long. You might regret it in the morning, but month after month of Hyungwon’s fleeting touches and words of how much he wants you have built up and you can’t resist him anymore.

“Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” is growled into your neck, slim, long fingers quickly unzipping your skirt before pushing it down. You hum at his words, kicking the skirt to the side. The vibration of his complaint has your eyes drifting shut as you tilt your head further to the side. “I’ve been trying to fuck you for over a year now.“ 

You hadn’t even made it up the stairs before Hyungwon was pressing into your back once again, eager to touch you now that you’ve finally given him permission to do so. 

"Then make it worth the wait,” you breathe out, ready for him to prove to you that losing your internal fight of resisting him was worth it. He’s barley done anything yet, lips only softly trailing from your shoulder up to your neck, but your skin is already heating up and your breathing is heavier. 

In the blink of an eye Hyungwon turns you around and picks you up. You squeal at the sudden change before laughing, wrapping your legs around his waist cupping your hand around the back of his neck. The other rakes through his hair, pushing his bangs back and messing up his blond locks in the most perfect way. 

“Wow I didn’t think your little noodle arms were capable of doing this,” you comment, impressed. He stops his dead in his tracks in the middle of the stairway to glare at you. 

“Keep it up and I’ll drop you right here,” he deadpans before continuing his journey to his room.

The pout you give him is exaggerated, followed by yet another giggle at your next thought. 

“In your fantasies, did you fuck me on the stairs, too?”

Hyungwon doesn’t bother to answer you, instead flopping you down onto the foot of his bed. He reaches for the back of the collar of his shirt before roughly ripping the cotton off of his body. The streetlight near his window casts shadows on his skin and you can’t help the way your eyes follow the outlines of his toned abdomen. You can feel the heat of his gaze, watching you as you watch the way his fingers fumble with his belt. When he pulls it off your bottom lip is sandwiched in between your teeth and there’s yet another stir in your stomach.

“Come here.”

At the sound of his voice ripping through your thoughts, low and gravelly, your body instantly reacts. Your ass scoots to the very edge of the bed and your fingers are grabbing at the waistband of his pants, prying the button and zipper open. Pulling both his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh, Hyungwon’s excitement hangs half hard oh so close to your face, you look up at him in question.

He’s already staring down at you with dark, hooded eyes that are almost covered by his bangs, sending a spark throughout your body that goes straight to your clit. All he does is tilt his head and you know what you are to do next.

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you spit into it before it wraps around the base of his dick. You keep your eyes focused on his own as you begin moving your hand up and down, feeling his cock harden under your touch. He licks his lips, raking his hair back before the same hand is gripping the top of your head and pulling your face close to his cock, silently commanding you to get to it.

The fingers already in your hair get tangled once you take half of him into your mouth, giving him a long suck, cheeks hallowing. You hear his breath leave his body in a huff when your tongue traces the vein at the underside of his shaft.

“Don’t start,” Hyungwon warns you just as you flick the end of your tongue over his tip, making sure to dig into the slit. Going back to pumping with your hand, you back up your head to look up at him. “Start what?” you question, wanting to get under his skin.

You don’t really give him enough time to answer, taking him back into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down as your lips and tongue drag back and forth around his stiff cock, hand following the motions. There’s a barely concealed groan above you, and then the hand in your hair pushes you further down onto his dick, the tip jabbing into the back of throat and making you gag at the suddenness.

With a gasp, you rest your hand on his thighs and pull away once again to glare up at him. “You’re such an asshole,” you cough out.

A mumbled whatever is your response, Hyungwon pushing you right back down and your mouth instinctively opens up wide to take him in. He’s an asshole, but you’ve been wanting to choke on his dick for the longest.

The grip on the top of your head switches to the back and Hyungwon holds your head in place. He doesn’t bother to ease you in, instantly thrusting into your mouth harshly and slipping down your throat repeatedly.

His grunts and his rough actions make you moan, your panties soaked and clinging to your folds as you rub your thighs together for even the smallest amount of friction. Your nails dig into the meat of his thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you enjoy the brutality. You can feel the spit pooling at the sides of your stretched mouth and the sting of tears behind your shut eyelids, and you love it.

“I swear,” Hyungwon starts, slowing his pace but only to increase the impact of his thrust. Your fingers grasp at his legs even harder and your jaw is slackening all the way while a long moan resonates in the big space of his room at the feeling. “You won’t be able to walk or talk correctly when you leave tomorrow.”

You open your watery eyes, taking in the veins that are bulging out Hyungwon’s forearm on the arm that’s keeping you in place. You take in the rise and fall of his chest, eyesight dipping down to catch the motion of his hips as his pelvic bone brushes against your lip each time he thrusts forward. Humming, you hum to let him know you understand. Hyungwon is going to take out all of the frustration you’ve caused on you tonight with no remorse, and you’re ready for it.

All of the air in your body rushes out in small coughs after he removes his dick from your mouth, jerking himself off slowly as he stares down at your struggle in satisfaction. 


You glower at him before following his instruction, quickly tossing your shirt on the floor and getting rid of your bra and panties as he finishes taking off his jeans. 

When he grabs your wrist, Hyungwon lifts you up and brings you to the side of his bed before turning you around and pushing you forward, making you bend and land on his soft duvet on your stomach. He nudges your dangling legs apart, two long fingers wasting no time to slide two fingers along your slit and then into your entrance.Two turns into three and you’re practically fucking yourself on his digits as he speeds up the pace of his pumping, quiet pleas for him to hurry things up tumbling out of your mouth.

“Look to your right,” he rasps out, pulling his fingers out of your dripping core. Hyungwon steps away and then a dim light from his nightstand is cut on before he’s behind you again. When you follow his instructions once again, you catch the sight of the two of you in the infamous mirror. You catch his eye in the mirror, him biting his lip as he strokes his cock once more at the sight. Opening your legs for him, you arch your back a little to stick your ass further in the air, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you into oblivion like his actions and words have promised.

“Keep them closed for me, baby.”

Seconds after pressing your thighs together you see and feel him line himself up at your entrance. You let out a sigh once the head of his cock pushes in, but when he thrusts the rest in harshly and quickly you’re gasping for air and clenching your fist, balling up the silk covers underneath you. 

“A fucking year,” he grunts out when he bottoms out. Smooth hands slide up the back of your thighs before roughly grabbing onto your ass, fingers and nails digging into the flesh. Your inner walls clench at the feeling, Hyungwon softly groaning at the feeling. “God you feel so good.”

“Come on,” you whine, wiggling your ass to prompt him to move.

Keeping his hold on the meat of your cheeks, he slowly drags his cock out all the way. Not even a second later he’s thrusting back into you roughly, knocking the breath out of you and making your eyes go wide. He continues this, breathing heavily each time he’s completely inside of you. 

“I don’t know if I want to take my time with you or fuck you senseless,” he chuckles, voice just barely strained.

“Fuck me senseless,” you pant out immediately. You want him to fuck you so hard you have to stay in his bed due to your legs feeling like jello and your pussy being too sore. You want Kihyun to possibly walk back into their shared house and hear everything that’s going on in Hyungwon’s room. You need more.

He listens, the speed of his hips quickening and the force behind his thrusts increasing. You push your upper body up by your forearms and let your head hang forward, the moans spilling out of you only rising in volume as he gives you exactly what you wanted. 

The sound of his hipbones ramming into your ass and the wet squelching of his dick repeatedly burying into your dripping core echos throughout the room. His balls slap against your folds, no doubt getting wet as well. 

One of his hands leave your ass in favor of moving to your hair. Wrapping your locks around his fingers, he jerks your head to the right, the pull making your scalp scream in the most delicious way. 

“I told you to look.”

Both of you are adorned in thin layers of sweat. Your hooded eyes stare back at you and you can barely recognize yourself. Neck outstretched, mouth hanging open as high pitched moans bubble out of your throat, and even in the shitty light, you can see how flushed your body is. Seeing the way your ass jiggles with each thrusts, the way his prominent hipbones connect and disconnect from the bouncing flesh just arouses you even more and you’re not going to last much longer.

“Mm you look so good like this,” Hyungwon coos. “Nice and fucked out. Gonna come soon?”

You nod, trying your hardest to meet his eyes in the reflection. But when his hands are lifting your hips up a scream rips from your throat, eyes rolling back and jaw slackening even more at the feeling of his tip jabbing at that one glorious spot within you. Somehow his thrusts manage to gain even more power and there’s already a burning ache in your core. You bury your face into his comforter, screams muffled as your walls flutter around his cock, having the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced. 

Hyungwon’s rhythm gets sloppy, his body bending over yours while he chases his own orgasm. The continuous assault on your sensitive pussy has your eyes squeezing shut, spots of white showing behind your eyelids.

With one last thrust he bottoms put, hips pressing into your bottom harshly as ropes of cum spill inside of you. You’re both out of breath and motionless for a while.

“You probably have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

You chuckle at his random outburst, turning your head so that your cheek is pressed into his bed, looking at your reflection once again.


He shrugs, slowly pulling out with his bottom lip in between his teeth. Your hole clenches around air, greedy for more even though it’s completely done for, sore and aching in the best way. Hyungwon flips you around, spreading your legs for him to settle in between.

“I’d have to taste you to be completely sure.”

A/N: I honestly can’t talk dirty for the life of me so this isn’t exactly how I pictured writing rough sex but uh, hope you enjoy lmaoo

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part III)

A/N: Hi, I need your help. Is this story too long? Cause if it is i’ll try to speed up the way the story goes so that it won’t bore you to death or I could leave it as it is (I already finished it it just needs editing) and let the sotry run it’s course? You’re response will be appreciated, my lovelies. Enjoy x

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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Words Fail (Jumin x MC)

Jumin struggles to understand why you chose him.

Word Count: 1257

HOOOOOOLLY moly the cast recording for Dear Evan Hansen came out today and it is stellar!! I absolutely recommend you check it out! I myself, would’ve never known about it if it weren’t for my friend @i-am-loco! They’re without a doubt one of the kindest and sweetest people I’ve met and they deserve plenty of love! This prompt is in fact based on one of the songs this one being Words Fail! I thought it really fit Jumin’s character. Thank you and have a wonderful daY!


Your husband sat with you on the sofa, his arms wound about you with his head resting on his shoulder.

You thought he may fall asleep.

Until he asked you a question.

“Why did you choose me?”

He looked to be deep in his own questions. his eyes murky and smoky with furrowed brows.

His expression held so much sadness and confusion, and yet, somehow tender.

You turned and looked at him in slight confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You could’ve had anyone else…lived a normal life in a nice, small home. You wouldn’t have had to worry about when the world was going to turn its back on you, or have to watch your step so carefully you’d need a magnifying glass to examine everything ahead of you.”

He sighed.

“But you didn’t. You chose this. You chose…me.” He folded his lips, carefully thinking. “Why did you even choose me? I’m not a good man, there’s nothing I can say to excuse some of the things I’ve done.”


He sat up, his grip tightening onto you as though you may disappear. “I never thought I could have someone…who saw the good part of me that I didn’t even know was there, until you came into my life.”

He shot up, recoiling deeper into his thoughts.  “I don’t even have much a proper family for you to meet. I don’t have the fairytale father with his jokes and baseball gloves. I never even had a mother, who was…a mother.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, as though itching at his brain. “That’s not a worthy explanation I know. Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done.” He huffed. “I don’t deserve you! But still…when I saw you for the first time I saw everything I ever wanted. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’ve been right there…and you’ve never left me. I wanted to believe that I deserved happiness, so perhaps I…made it true.”

He gave a half-hearted smile, his nose scrunching up. “After all, everyone wants it. They need it.”

“What do they need?”

“To feel…human. To express your emotions. To love something.” He looked at you. “To love someone. Even if just for a moment.”

He softened for just a moment, his shoulders dropping from his tense build. “All I am is an attractive, wealthy man in a suit. That’s all anyone had ever seen from me. That’s all they expected. A cold, uncaring man to a cold, uncaring world. But I don’t want to be that.”

“No one does.” You muttered.

“And you made me feel like I wasn’t. I don’t want to give up that feeling that I am able to smile, to laugh, and to express myself. I want to believe that I can be a good person, just so that when you say I am…it’s true. That I’m more than just a tether or horrid tangled knots in my head that manage to tie together a broken man! That I’m not such…an utter disaster.”

His voice had lowered, almost at a frustrated growl.

He was becoming frantic.

You could practically hear his heartbeat.

You scrambled to your feet, preparing to go against his words.

“I’m already so proud of you!” You exclaimed, taking his hand and squeezing it encouragingly. “You are a good person! I know that with all my soul. But even good people had times where they slip up. That’s what makes us people.”

He loosened, staring in awe at your words.

He could hardly believe you were real sometimes.

But he couldn’t be more grateful that you were.

“I learned to hide from the rest of the world. Put on my mask and hide in the sidelines in a way. I wouldn’t slip up if I simply slipped away. I never wanted anyone to see the worst of me. Because what if everyone saw? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too…?” He shut his eyes tightly as if blocking out the rest of the world. “I’m so tired of hiding and running. All I ever did was hide an entire piece of myself from the world.”

He raised his head, looking towards you with adoration drenching his gaze. “But then you saw the utterly disgusting parts of me. You saw my strings and you began to untie them. You let me be…me.” He chuckled lightly. “You pulled me into the sun, and everyday I feel so warm just knowing that you love me. That even if I’ve suffered through the worst day of my life, you’ll still be here to pull me through…to…accept me.”

You held your breath before stepping closer. “You want to know why I chose you?”

He didn’t respond this time, simply staring at your curiously.

“Because you have the biggest, heart that’s been left empty far too long. You have so many emotions, and yet no one to share them with. You deserve to know how much you truly matter to me and many others. You don’t have to be a saint to be loved, you just have to be willing to love in return.”

“But if you want specifics,” You laughed. “I love your silly cat puns, the odd light in your eyes you get when you see me, the way you grin just a tiny bit in the morning when you wake up, and I love how much you try. You work so hard to be a good man now and to make up for the things you’ve done. And when you feel things you truly do. With all of your heart and all of your being. You may not always feel like it but you feel everything.”

He pulled you towards him, weaving his hands through your hair fondly as he tipped his forehead against your own.

“Do you want to know what I feel most of all darling…?” He asked in a tired tone, as though he had burst.

“What’s that?” You raised a curious brow, ruffling his hair playfully.

“I feel my love for you most of all,” He hummed. “Even if everything else goes away, I’ll always know and treasure the love I have for you.”

“Nothing is going away, don’t worry. I’m staying right here. I’m not going to leave your side.”

His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates for a moment as he processed your words.

He appeared as though he may even cry.

He let out a deep breath, lips tugging upwards.

“Words fail to describe how much I cherish you…but please know I do, with all of my heart.”

“I never doubted it from the beginning.”

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I ask for a seat at the Birthday Unending. I’m too old for a doorway, and too young not to want one, and I don’t have much to offer – bones that are too heavy, a mind that is too noisy, a heart that is too anxious, a soul that's kind of sad and keeps getting lost along the way – but I can be quiet, and I will not touch the corn. I will stare at it, desperate to know what it knows, and try to tempt it into talking to me, but I won't touch it. Is there a place at the table for someone like me?





Couples Counseling

Summary: What better way to investigate a marriage counselor (who may or may not be responsible for the death of six of her clients) than to go to marriage counseling? It’s just pretend right? No different than putting on the FBI suits. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and Sam and Dean quickly get more than they bargained for.

Warnings: Wincest, eventual smut (all the smut), slow burn, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 9,200+

A/N: This is the first of two parts, because the fic got away from me and ended up being too long to post as one part. The second part is complete and will be up tomorrow! Feedback MUCH appreciated on this one!


“Remind me again what we’re doing here?” Dean is only half-sitting down in his chair, looking very much like he’s one wrong answer away from fleeing.

“Calm down,” Sam answers, keeping his voice low and steady. “Three people, all from the same small town, murdered their spouse then committed suicide, all within the span of a week. The only thing they have in common is this therapist.”

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Ah yes, the good ol’ Romantic Misunderstanding also Hanzo’s a weird nerd

He wasn’t there when you woke up.

It was a regular enough occurrence to not concern you, so you went about your morning routine with no problem, only slightly disappointed that you didn’t immediately see him afterward. You double checked the date, just to confirm that it was, in fact, Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t as though you even expected anything… overt – Hanzo liked to keep his romantic life private, after all, but…

But it was like he was going out of his way to avoid you.

You barely caught sight of him except when he was leaving rooms, and on the rare occasion you caught him in the middle of something, just as you approached he always found an excuse to leave. It was strange – and a little disheartening. Something was bothering him; something you did was bothering him. Was it Valentine’s Day? You thought back on any time you may have unconsciously pressed him into taking action with this day in mind, but you fell short.

The more reasonable – rational – part of you would chalk it up to cultural differences, maybe it just wasn’t as big a thing in Japan, you weren’t sure, but your less sensible side…

You tried valiantly to keep yourself from tearing up, and for the most part it worked, except for the nagging little thought in the back of your mind Hanzo doesn’t love you he’s going to leave you which popped up every five minutes or so as you went about your day as normally as possible. And if anyone else picked up on your mood, they were good at hiding it, and nobody brought it up, for which you were thankful. (Best to be spared some dignity in what was shaping up to be something horrible.)

When all signs pointed to the inevitable, you at last braced yourself. You paced your room, mind turning over ways to reassure Hanzo it was okay that he no longer had feelings for you, and he didn’t owe you any obligation by staying in a relationship he was unhappy in, as much as your chest hurt throughout. In the middle of your mumbled ramblings, your door slid open behind you and you jumped, nearly spinning on your heel to spot Hanzo standing in the doorway with wide eyes, no doubt alarmed at your distressed appearance.

You tried and failed to speak, all the words you’d been rolling around in your skull drying up as soon as they made it to your mouth. Hanzo cleared his throat quietly, offered a soft ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ and a frankly impressive looking bouquet of flowers. 

“I understand that it is late, and I’m sorry that I could not find anything more suitable. I searched for a long time, for something worthy of your affection, but…” He laughed quietly, a little self deprecating. “I perhaps spent a little too long in the search. McCree had to remind me what day it was.”

He shifted self-consciously, the paper around the flowers crinkling with the motion, as you stared at him, mouth only slightly slack.

Oh. You had been overreacting. But even the visceral relief of having been wrong in the best way couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face. Hanzo’s expression immediately dropped into one of fear and you could see him hesitate to approach you, desperate words of apology at the ready. You gave him no time, and launched yourself at him, the flowers narrowly pulled away in time to avoid being crushed between your bodies.

Hanzo grasped for something to say, thrown off by your behavior. “I… If you dislike them, I can – “

You buried your face in his chest, clung a little tighter, the ache in your chest fading as his free hand stroked gently down your back.

“No, they’re wonderful. You’re wonderful.” You exhaled, breathless, relieved. “Thank you.”

She's Out Of My Life

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (sort of)

Summary: Jensen thinks about his time with the Reader, wondering if he made a mistake in letting her go. 

Word Count: 2K-ish

Warnings: Angst. Nothing but good ol’ Angst. (At least I hope it is lmao)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for my boo Kari’s challenge aka @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s “SPN Anti Valentine’s Challenge”. I got the song “She’s Out Of My Life” by Michael Jackson. I hope you guys like it. This is one of my favorite songs from the King of Pop. Aaannnnd feedback is always welcomed!!!

I was an idiot. If there was an award for being the biggest idiot in the entire planet, I’d definitely win it without question.

I screwed up. There was no other way to put it. I fucked up the best thing that could have probably ever happened to me, and it was all because I was too much of a fucking coward to voice my feelings.

How was I to go back to before? How could I possibly make this up to her? She was my friend, for Christ’s sake. My best friend. And I messed it all up.

I guess I kinda deserved it and I shouldn’t be feeling like this because I had it coming. I definitely brought this upon myself.

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First Words-Anidala 2017 Happy Skywalker Family AU

Leia had always been more vocal than her brother, babbling cheerfully at her parents while they held her and ready to scream the standard second she didn’t get her way.

She wasn’t even a year old before she said her first word–”Daddy". Padme wasn’t sure she had felt such a range of emotions when elected queen. She and Anakin were beside themselves, crying and laughing while Leia grinned up at her gushing parents and repeated the newly discovered word over and over.

Luke, on the other hand, was happy to quietly observe and let his sister claim the spotlight, most of the time. He babbled to his parents on occasion and enjoyed pointing at anything that interested him, but at a year and a half Luke had yet to utter even one intelligible word while Leia was beginning to form simple sentences.

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I was thinking about fusions and clothes, and then this happened.

Human Sci and Fell have a bit of trouble with random, accidental fusing. Also, Silica didn’t just fix the issue by unfusing because, as I’ll probably explain more another time, they usually wait at least several hours before attempting to unfuse. (Also this is supposed to be happening early in the morning at Sci’s house. Papyrus just came over, possibly to pick up his brother. They were watching boring morning television of some kind, possibly those really little kid shows.)

This marks my first time successfully drawing a human Papyrus. It wasn’t nearly as hard as I made it the first time I tried.

anonymous asked:

but do murder brain and Bucky switch at points? does tony actually get to see his bf or is he stuck with the weirdo?? and for how long? (also faintly imagining rhodey finding him,,,,"wow honeybunches you're fat")

Murder Brain (aka the Winter Soldier) sometimes finds himself comfortable enough that he slips. Bucky wrests control from him (if by wrest I mean ‘cautiously takes’ which I fucking do) and Tony knows when this happens because Bucky gives him kisses. The Winter Soldier never gives him kisses because he doesn’t see the point and Bucky doesn’t actually try to convince him to kiss Tony because Tony is his mate. Bucky whispers apologies against his lips for keeping him trapped here and he’s trying, okay, he’s trying to gain more control but whatever words they used on him, the conditioning keeps pulling him under just when he thinks he has it. Tony whispers back that he understands, he gets it, okay, and this is–it isn’t okay, but the Winter Soldier hasn’t hurt him and seems to care about the baby, so it’s acceptable for now. Bucky has time. “Oof! But not a whole lot of time,” Tony finally admits, hand going to his stomach where the baby had just kicked him. “Pretty sure this little rugrat takes after you because that hurt.” “Be nice to your mommy,” Bucky scolds the baby, then leans down and presses a kiss to the exposed skin of his stomach, because Tony has outgrown the shirt he’d been wearing and now he can’t button it past the curve of his stomach.

“How long until your due date?” he asks after a moment. “Three months. He’s had me here for two, Bucky,” Tony says, and there’s the slightest quiver of fear in his voice. The Winter Soldier had provided him with prenatal vitamins (where he got them or how he doesn’t know, but he’s pretty sure that Bucky convincing him was the why) and the Winter Soldier has been very good about seeing to his cravings but… there’s a nursery at home that they still haven’t picked a color for. A crib Tony hasn’t finished altering for maximum safety. Clothes to buy, diapers to stock up on, a baby shower that Pepper was going to throw for him. He hasn’t been to the doctor since a week before he was kidnapped and he’s so frightened because everything seems to feel alright but he still worries that something might have happened to the baby.

The Winter Soldier takes Tony to a clinic, one hand on a knife the entire time, and Tony isn’t sure if it’s a threat to keep him from crying for help or to protect him and the baby from some of the unsavory characters they’d had to pass to get there. “Looks healthy to me,” the doctor tells them happily, but he’s mostly addressing the Winter Soldier because apparently a lot of the people in these slums consider omegas less. “Would you like a copy of the ultrasound?” Tony looks up at the Winter Soldier pleadingly because he’s not sure how aware Bucky is of things and he wants Bucky to see it. “Yes,” the Winter Soldier says after a pause, and Tony’s shoulders sag with relief. He clutches the ultrasound to his chest and doesn’t let anything bring him down, even the catcalls he gets as they walk back to the safe house about how sexy he looks and how they can be his new alpha. (These catcallers are found maimed over the next few days.)

“They’re beautiful,” Bucky whispers, fingers trailing over the ultrasound. “Is it–a boy? A girl? I wasn’t–I was listening to their heart, I couldn’t pay attention to the doctor too–” Tony tells him that he doesn’t know. The Winter Soldier didn’t ask and Tony had been too relieved that the baby was okay to even think to ask. “We’ll find out together then,” Bucky says, smiling softly, and presses a kiss to Tony’s belly, thumb stroking over a few stretch marks soothingly. Tony tries not to cry but he’s so overwhelmed with all that’s happening and he doesn’t know how long he’ll have Bucky before the Winter Soldier comes out again. He needs to make these moments count.

It’s a month closer to Tony’s due date when Bucky panics, and that’s probably the only reason he breaks through the Winter Soldier’s control long enough to tell Tony to go, run, find help, and then he bashes his head into a wall and screams because he can feel the Winter Soldier trying to take control back from him. Tony doesn’t need to be told twice, but he does pause to grab one of the Winter Soldier’s guns, because this is not a great place to be a lone omega.

The Avengers find him before he can find a phone, but that’s okay. He falls into Rhodey’s arms, clutching at him despite the cold armor, sobbing, and someone takes the gun from his hands but he doesn’t care because he’s finally safe. “Are you okay, Tony?” Steve asks quickly, moving to pat him down because even if Steve doesn’t agree with the accords, Tony is still a pregnant omega in distress. He doesn’t even get to lay a finger on him before there’s a bone-chilling snarl, and then the Winter Soldier bashes into Steve and takes him to the ground. He doesn’t even bother to make sure Steve’s down for the count before he turns, teeth bared, and moves to leap on Rhodey, but T’Challa and Natasha tackle him before he can reach them. The Winter Soldier snarls and spits, wild-eyed, and there’s a crack of bone breaking but the three alphas are all growling and snarling at each other so it’s hard to tell who’s limb was just snapped.

Rhodey scoops Tony up quickly and flies him to a hospital, away from what was clearly about to become an all out brawl by the way Steve was growling when he stood. “You’re… in surprisingly good condition,” the doctor tells him, honestly baffled. Usually pregnant omegas held against their wills had some form of malnutrition or dehydration, even bruises from the alpha getting overprotective. Tony doesn’t have any of those markings despite having been missing, quite publicly, for three months. “I’d like to say we need to keep you overnight but overall, you and the baby are healthy.” Tony puts his hands over his stomach and lets out a sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in for the past three months.

“Wait, so he’s supposed to be as big as beach ball now?” Rhodey asks, and then is horrified, because oh no. Tony starts to cry a little because he hadn’t realized he’d gotten so big, he’d only had the one shirt plus another that the Winter Soldier had given him, and the one he’d been kidnapped in had barely looked good. The doctor gives Rhodey a long, stony stare. “I–I’m sorry, Tones, I’ll buy you a box of blueberries on the way home, how ‘bout that?” “I want strawberries too,” Tony says tearfully, wiping his eyes. “That–that’s fine, just–I’m sorry, Tony, it’s just been so long–” “Pepper’s going to be so mad that I missed the baby shower,” Tony adds, more tears welling up. “She had a surprise for me and everything.” “She still has it,” Rhodey hurries to say. “Pepper’s a queen. She’ll have your baby shower rescheduled before you know it.” “Really?” Tony asks, even though logically, he knows. Rhodey curls an arm around his shoulders as he leads him out of the exam room. “Of course.”

Anon asked: Hiiiii! can you write a destiel prompt based on that video where a husband wakes up from surgery and doesn’t know his wife and starts hitting on her? its so fluffy. maybe dean is getting out of a surgery and just doesn’t remember anything? please and thank you very much!

“I am not going to film my husband waking up from his anesthesia for your amusement, Gabriel,” Castiel said, watching the doors the nurse said that they would be bringing Dean through.

“Come on, Cassie!” His brother whined. “This is a once in a life time opportunity! Imagine all stuff you could get him say! I’m begging you. I’ll pay you!”

“I said no, Gabe.” The doors swung open and Castiel stood up. “I have to go.”

“Just ask him if he was serious about castrating me if I hit on Sam!” Castiel ended the call and followed the nurses down the hall to what would be Dean’s room.

“He’ll probably be out for a while. Just hit the call button when he wake up. Try to get him to eat something before we bring the medication.” Castiel nodded and thanked the nurse before sitting down next to Dean’s bed.

He spent the next hour checking and responding to him emails and doing some reading until Dean moaned softly.

“Hey,” He said, standing up and walking over to the bed. The nurse had left a small pack of ghram crackers on the tray, which Castiel opened up. “Here, you need to eat this.”

“It hurts,” Dean whined, not opening his eyes.

“I’ll call for the doctor in a second. But you need to eat this first.” Dean pouted and opened his eyes to see what he was supposed to be eating. They widened when they saw Castiel, then his face settled into an easy grin.

“Hello, nurse,” He said. “Is it time for my check up?”

Castiel tried not to laugh at him as he shook his head. “Eat the cookie, Dean.”

“Seriously, you can’t be a nurse. No nurse I’ve ever seen is that hot. Are you a model?”

“No,” Castiel said, gently guiding Dean’s arm toward his mouth so that he’d take the hint. Dean took a bite out of the ghram cracker, his eyes never leaving Castiel.

“If you’re not a nurse, why are you here? I didn’t know Make a Wish stretched to small time surgeries, too. Why else would there be such a gorgeous guy in my room.”

“I’m your husband, Dean. Where else would I be?” Dean gawked at him.

“You’re my husband? Really?”

“Really.” Dean’s face lit up like a small child on Christmas morning.

“No way,” He said, taking another bite of the cookie. “How long?”

“We’ve been together for ten years. Married for three,” Castiel informed him.

“Do we have kids?” Dean asked after he swallowed the cookie.

“No. But we have a dog.”

“You’re just so hot,” Dean said, staring at him. “Are we really married?”

“Yes, Dean. Here, eat another cracker.” Dean reached for it and winced.

“It hurts, baby,” Dean said, pouting again. “Do I call you that?”

“You call your car baby. You call me angel.”

“Angel,” Dean repeated. Castiel’s phone rang and he turned to get it. “Well, that ass is a gift from God so I guess it’s only fitting.”

Castiel gave him a look and answered the phone.

“Hey Sam…Yes, everything went well, he’s just a little out of it at the moment.” Castiel moved back across the room and pressed the call button then ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “Tell Gabriel that I did not film him in his moment of weakness…I’ll have him call when he’s not so loopy…You, too.”

He hung up the phone and looked at Dean. “The doctor will be here soon with your medication. Are you feeling okay?”

“Uh huh,” Dean nodded, looking at him with big, love filled eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Castiel asked, smiling a little.

“I’m just trying to figure out how I got so lucky.”

“Your good looks had a lot to do with it,” Castiel teased. The doctor came in before Dean could respond.

“Hello, Mr. Winchester,” He said, looking at Dean’s file. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good,” Dean said, smiling at Castiel. “I’ve had an angel looking after me.”

Undeniable Heat Chapter 37: Back to Work

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Waking up in Jensen’s arms was probably the best thing in the world, you thought to yourself as the alarm clock woke you up out of a sound sleep. Now only if you could stay there instead of getting up for work that morning.

“Morning already?” Jensen muttered, his arm releasing you as he stretched up above his head, his chest rippling with the motion. “I wish we were still on Vacation in Texas, where I could hold you in my arms all morning long if I wished.”

“I do too. But it’s been so long since I’ve been back to work, I’m actually kind of looking forward to. A little scared I will have forgotten how to make you look handsome and bloody.” You teased, as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Staring at his broad shoulders, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to a freckle on the back of one.

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Can’t help | l.h

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

Prompt: Loosely based on the song Can’t help falling in love

Word count: 1,829

A/N: So much fluff you might die

I walked in to see her in nothing but my worn out t-shirt and panties. She was jamming out to some weird remix playing on the radio, shouting her made up lyrics off-key. I couldn’t keep in my chuckle as she excitedly rocked her air guitar and whipped her hair like she was a rockstar from the 70s. I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her energetic body, making her jump a little.

“Luke. You scared me to death dude.” She breathed, getting tired from her previous “rock show”.

“When will you stop calling your boyfriend dude?” I chuckled, pressing my lips to her sweaty forehead.

“Never.” She poked her tongue out teasingly while running away from my grasp. I shook my head at her childlikeness before rushing towards her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the couch.

“Alright Titch. I still need to work on some stuff, but I’ll come down soon and help you with dinner okay?” I pecked her pouty lips before walking to my office.

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