i just think the back is one of the sexiest parts of the body

masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds

Happy: 

  • when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
  • “I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
  • the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
  • the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
  • invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
  • I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times

Froot:

  • THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
  • everything about this song
  • “ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves 
  • the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
  • “but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
  • the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
  • “i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
  • every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
  • “birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
  • The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
  • “oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”

I’m a Ruin

  • marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
  • the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
  • “It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
  • the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
  • the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world

Blue

  • the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
  • the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
  • the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
  • “gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
  • the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
  • the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
  • “I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
  • ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave

Forget

  • this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
  • the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
  • 50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
  • after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
  • “yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
  • “YEAH I’VE BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL I LOVE THAT HE PRETENDS TO CARE IF I’LL EVER GET TO HEAVEN WHEN A MILLION DOLLARS GETS YOU THERE OH ALL THE TIME THAT I HAVE WASTED CHASING RABBITS DOWN A HOLE WHEN I WAS BORN TO BE THE TORTOISE I WAS BORN TO WALK ALONE” is not supposed to be a high-intensity part of the song but I don’t fucking care obviously
  • the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????

Gold

  • by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
  • i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
  • “doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
  • “don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
  • “you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
  • knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
  • the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C

Can’t Pin Me Down

  • this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
  • she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
  • the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
  • “You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
  • “i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
  • the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation

Solitaire

  • holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
  • the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
  • the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
  • “hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
  • the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
  • the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
  • holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
  • the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes

Better Than That

  • “You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
  • “So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
  • the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
  • “with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
  • “and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
  • “i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs

Weeds

  • this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
  • “but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
  • “and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
  • the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???

Savages

  • full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
  • there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
  • “I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
  • the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
  • “underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
  • “another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
  • “are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
  • the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music

Immortal

  • you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
  • the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
  • it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
  • the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
  • “but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
  • when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
  • THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it


bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you

a friend like mine [2]

Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 2 of 2 || part one is here

Warnings: smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, spanking, seb being a dirty lil shit, swearing, and i think that’s it?

Note: I’m going to hell and you’re all coming with me

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Joker imagine: Daddy kink

ifindyourlipssokisssable said:

Could you do an imagine where the reader is J’s girlfriend & she’s cute & needy & heavily into the Daddy kink & it drives him crazy (not able to focus on work) then rough smut happens thxx


Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

Originally posted by badxbaby

Your P.O.V.

Oh how boring a day could be. J was stuck in his office trying to work as I wandered around the penthouse with absolutely nothing to do. The tv was on, but I gave up trying to find something interesting to watch. Maybe I could talk him through and so we could go out for a drive around the city or something? Being alone was the worst.

‘’Daddy!’’ I whined as soon as I opened his office door.He was sitting on his big leather chair and facing down to some papers. Didn’t even raise his eyes. ‘’Daddy I’m bored’’I told him and walked further into the room. I was wearing his purple button up shirt as my only clothing right now which was something he usually liked.

‘’Go bother Frost or something, I’m busy’’ He mumbled and then grabbed a new paper. I crossed my arms and decided to give this man a break from planning so many crimes. ‘’Come on..We could do something else daddy’’ I winked and leaned against his desk. I knew this was risky, but man I had nothing else to do either. J looked up to me and saw what I was wearing. ‘’Baby girl, daddy is working. I’m coming later’’ He tried to say calmly, but I knew I was getting onto something. 

‘’Ooh that’s a pretty pen’’ I chirped and took his pen from his hand. It was a normal black pen, but I had to get it away from him. ‘’Give it back’’ He demanded and reached out his palm for me. ‘’I don’t think so. You should take a break ‘’ I smiled and then put the pen in the pocket of his shirt that I was wearing. His eyes grew darker and I knew I was pissing him off. 

‘’Y/N I swear to god I need it’’He growled and stood up. Yes. ‘’Come and get it daddy’’ I encouraged him and walked backwards as he came closer. He clenched his jaw and his breathing got husky. He gave me a dark look and then saw a wall nearby. Before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall and J was in front of me. Our eyes met and I saw how full of lust his were. ‘’That’s a start. At least you got your bum off of that chair’’ I chirped happily. He put a finger on my lips and took a deep breath.

‘’I’m really trying to work baby, but you’re making it hard for me’’ J growled with a very serious tone. Just what I wanted to hear. ‘’Sorry. There’s nothing to do so I wanted to come and see you daddy’’ I pouted and then used that one word that always drove him insane. ‘’You know you shouldn’t interrupt me’’ the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. I nodded to let him know that I knew I was breaking the rules.

‘’Such a bad bad girl’’ He whispered darkly and licked his lips. ‘’Sorry daddy’’ I apologized, but I didn’t mean it at all. I knew I was about to get him over the edge. ‘’Careful’’ He warned me and pointed at me with his long finger. ‘’For what?’’  I grinned and then he murmured something under his breath. He was trying to stay calm, but I wasn’t allowing that to happen. ‘’Let’s do something’’ I sighed and pulled his shirt. ‘’You keep misbehaving over and over again. I think someone needs to be punished’’ He suddenly noted and grabbed my wrist. 

Goal achieved.

His eyes darkened and I knew he was angry that I got him away from work. Suddenly he started walking back to the desk and pulled my wrist and forced me to follow him. I tried to contain my excitement as he finally decided to do something. J pushed me against the flat surface and then lifted the hem of the shirt I was wearing so my bum was visible for him.

‘’How many do you think that you deserve, hm?’’ He nearly growled and put his other hand on my back. ‘’I don’t know daddy.. 3?’’ I suggested innocently and fluttered my eyelashes at him. He just chuckled and my suggestion. ‘’You haven’t been that good. I think it’s more like 10′’ He thought out loud and rubbed the skin softly. I knew that his spanks were hard, but I had a weird pain kink, just like the daddy kink that turned us both on.

Then out of the blue he slapped his palm against my ass, making me gasp in surprise. A stinging pain took over, but it was replaced my pleasure. ‘’Count’’ J demanded and then spanked me again. ‘’2′’ I moaned out and held onto the edge of the desk. ‘’Oh..you like this don’t you?’’ He questioned me with a husky voice and slapped my bum cheeks. ‘’3..’’ I whimpered and ignored his question. He was making me extremely wet now. 4..5..6..7..8, all in a row and it made me yell out. My eyes got teary, but I still kept a smile on my face.

‘’Oh you’re such a bad girl Y/N’’ He let me know. ‘’I can’t help it daddy’’ I defended myself and deserved a harder spank, making me groan. ‘’9′’ I muttered and prepared myself for one more. J knew that i got impatient easily. So he waited just to be a damn tease. ‘’You won’t be able to walk tomorrow so you can’t walk in and distract me’’ He warned me with a low voice. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he spanked me one last time time and caused me to yell out his name.

‘’10′’ I added quickly and then let out a big breath. I heard as he unbuckled his belt, but I didn’t turn to look because I didn’t want to misbehave more. Suddenly he ripped off the shirt from me and threw it somewhere on the floor. ‘’You’re so naughty baby girl..’’ He whispered and then pushed himself into me with no warning. My lips parted and my eyes nearly rolled out of my head from the sudden pleasure.

He put his hands on my waist and then started to pound in and out of my soft wet walls. J held onto me so tightly that I was sure it would leave visible marks. ‘’Yes Daddy!’’ I cried out and gritted my teeth. His movements were rough and harsh, showing no mercy at all. The sudden roughness hurt, but it also felt so good that I wished this bittersweet pleasure would stay forever. 

J grunted in pleasure and thrusted his length so deep I could nearly feel him in my tummy. I could nearly see stars. His hand found my hair and he tugged it a little so I had to lean closer to him with my back, supporting my weigh with my arms. He kept fucking me hard from behind, but soon I felt his lips on my neck. ‘’Are you still bored?’’ he breathed out and smled dirtily. I could barely breathe because I kept moaning and crying out in raw pleasure. My heart was beating faster as adrenaline pumped through my body. ‘’N-No..’’ I stuttered quietly. 

‘’No ,what?’’ He growled and gave me a hard thrust, making my body jump a little and I cursed out a few curse words. ‘’No daddy’’ I let him know and then gulped. It pleased his dirty mind to hear that. An orgasm was forming rapidly and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he came, not caring about my orgasm. This was my punishment. I’d either be lucky and come at the same time, or then he’d make me come and keep thrusting his big cock in my sensitive cunt, making the pleasure way more intense and overwhelming.

‘’You’re close’’ You whispered and felt my walls pulsing on him. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the orgasm that was building up. Knowing J, he’d do anything to make me come now. I wasn’t wrong either. His other hand touched my clit and he started rubbing it roughly, making my legs shake. ‘’Daddy..please I-I can’t-’’ I whimpered quietly ,but it was useless. He was so rough that it brought me over the edge quickly.

My orgasm came without a warning, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I shut my eyes for a while as I tried to gather myself, but I could feel my juices leaking down my leg. 

Overstimulation.

My legs kept shaking wildly as J fucked my tightened walls. He was moaning deeply and soon I felt his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he bit me. The pleasure was too much. I was moaning uncontrollably and I could barely hold onto the table anymore. 

His thrusts got sloppier and I knew he was close now. ‘’Cum inside me’’ I encouraged him even tho I could barely talk. Only seconds later I felt his cum filling me up, as he came. I breathed out shakily and was allowed to breathe for a moment. J moaned my name which was the sexiest thing I have ever heard. It made me so happy that I was able to make him feel good.

Even tho he was punishing me for being so misbehaving.

J pulled out and I felt how his warm cum ran down my leg along with my arousal. I bit my bottom lip and tried to calm down from the rough sex. I knew for sure that I would be sore tomorrow. ‘’Are you happy now?’’ J asked me and walked in front of me, taking a seat on his chair. His green hair was a mess and his skin was sweaty from fucking me like there was no limit.The after sex-glow suited him. 

‘’Mmhm’’ I mumbled a yes and then tried to stand up, being completely naked in front of him. J had pulled up his pants and he was obviously going to continue working. ‘’How about you take a bath? I’ll join you in five’’ He promised and then grabbed a new pen from his desk. A bath sounded amazing. Ooh especially with a bathbomb.

 ‘’See you then’’ I smiled tiredly and then tried to walk out of his office. I felt his eyes on me as I struggled to walk in a straight line. All I could hear was him laughing at me, but I didn’t mind. It was kinda amusing.

Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out  that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

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dangerous waters (m) | pkjm

fratboy!jimin smut
a sleazy fratboy thinks he could get any girl he wants, until he meets you
word count: 2774
genre: smut SMUT!! SMUT!! S MU T 
warning: sleazy jimin, dom!jimin, explicit language, oral

[a/n]: you’ve been warned!!! this is mature content read at own risk !! this is my FIRST smut EVER !! i apologize in advance if its super bad and super cringe like i have no idea wtf i was doing, i just wrote and props to ppl who write smut bc that shit is hard 

Originally posted by 9taefox


You had a huge biochemistry lab the next morning, a calculus test right after, and a literature lecture after bunch. Instead of studying for your classes and sleeping early, you were at some random fraternity party that your friend, Hoseok, dragged you to.

Parties weren’t ever really your scene. You were, a lack for a better term, a goody two shoes. You enjoyed staying in and reading. Cafes, libraries, and parks were your favorite places. You were an overall excellent student, almost top of the class with outstanding remarks. You studied whenever you had the chance to, it was the only way you were able to keep up with classes.

You weren’t completely cookie cutter though. Occasionally, you went to parties when workload was minimal and you didn’t despise frats/sororities. Some of your friends were in sororities and you usually went to their parties, not anyone you were unfamiliar with.

However, Hoseok begged you to join him at the campus’ most popular fraternity’s party. That specific frat had the cutest, hottest boys. They maintained the highest number of hook ups in one night and parties in one week. You avoided them at all cost because even though they were attractive, they were all assholes. 

Their parties were usually majority guys and a sprinkle of girls. You were extremely hesitant, but Hoseok wouldn’t stop messing up your lecture notes until you gave in.

“Geez, Hoseok. There are literally no girls here.” You whispered as you made your way to the kitchen. His laugh was barely audible over the heavy music they were playing. 

“They’re probably all upstairs..” He paused and pointed to the closed rooms. “In the rooms.” 

“That’s so gross.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a drink. Their fruit punch was spiked and you almost puked at the first sip. “This is gross.”

“Your tongue becomes numb after a few more sips.” Hoseok’s head darted towards the door. A small group of girls from the sorority down the street had entered. “Enjoy yourself, (Y/N).” He smirked before heading towards them.

“Hoseok—” It was too late. You lost your only friend to the crowd. Glancing around, you noticed that people were either drinking, smoking, or dancing. You weren’t really into any of that. You were regretting your decision of showing up.

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wanting

(gif credit to @gif-ts)

summary: spencer has a thing for you, a thing that often leaves him sexually frustrated. he takes matters into his own hands (literally).

words: 1367

warnings: pure fuckin smut y'all, masturbation, lots of swearing, etc.

a/n: TODAY IS MY 18th BIRTHDAY AND THIS IS HOW I’M CELEBRATING, BY POSTING MY FIRST SMUT. this is for mish( @spencerdamnreid)‘s challenge. my prompt was “oops you caught me masturbating, how bout we have sex instead?”. this can have a part 2 if y'all so desire. is this terrible? idk I wrote it in the middle of the night so let me know what you think.

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Sex with BTS [NSFW]

Seokjin [Jin] -

Originally posted by pcyeolkenthusiast

  • Soft and sweet cutie
  • He’d continually whisper sweet nothings into your ear throughout the whole thing
  • He’s a gentleman so he’d stick to missionary most of the time
  • But sometimes he’s up for doggy style
  • The sight of your back arched as he pounded into you almost made him cum
  • Gets an erection veryyyy easily
  • Like you could just wink his way and he’d literally pop a boner in front of everyone
  • Gets really embarrassed so you’d have to make the first move when it comes to sex
  • Really into pet names
  • “You know what I like don’t you princess?” 
  • He’d purposely deepen his voice as he knew it made you come undone faster
  • Honestly whenever you sucked this boy off he’d immediately repay you
  • And believe me having his plump lips on your clit was probably the best feeling ever

Yoongi [Suga] -

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

  • This boy wouldn’t go easy on you
  • Biggest kink is hair pulling and hickeys
  • He loved marking you as his own
  • Very possessive so whenever he got the slightest bit jealous he’d go extra rough on you
  • Just to remind you who you belonged to
  • Always calls you babygirl or kitten
  • Big on dirty talking
  • “Show me what you want me to do kitten”
  • “Use your words baby”
  • Loves having sex to his mixtape
  • He would immediately climax each time you accidentally called him ‘Agust D’ or ‘Suga’
  • That would earn you an extra rough thrust and bite marks left all over your chest
  • Chair sex in his studio was always welcomed
  • He loved watching you ride him
  • The sight of you bouncing on his cock and moaning his name brought him to his knees
  • Puts his skilled tongue to good use
  • Makes you cum 3 times before you actually get to it

Hoseok [J-Hope] -

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

  • Playful and giggly dom
  • Will literally tease you until you were laying on his bed completely nude as you begged him to just fuck you already
  • He’s basically up for anything when it came to sex with you
  • His favorite form of roleplay was eating you out until you were raw
  • There was no better feeling than to have him buried between your thighs
  • Loves hearing you whine and beg so he’d purposely deny your orgasm as you rode him
  • Will probably record or take pictures so that he can look at them while he was on tour
  • You two would also have skype sex ALL THE TIME
  • Back and forth nudes with suggestive texts
  • Really into toys
  • Like he’d love having the dominace of using vibraters and dildos on you
  • However before you could even cum he’d take them away and replace it with his hard cock, silencing your whines
  • This little shit would tease you the next morning when he saw you could hardly walk

Namjoon [Rap Monster] -

Originally posted by jeonsshi

  • Mix between rough sex and slow sex
  • Loves being on top
  • If you done something to piss him off he wouldn’t give in to your whining and wouldn’t touch you at all
  • However after awhile he wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer and would fuck you immediately no matter where you were
  • Loved when you left scratches down his back
  • He’d growl rather than moan
  • And honestly its one of the sexiest sounds you had ever heard
  • He loves using his fingers to make you climax, so expect public teasing
  • He’d lightly push away your panties and enter two long fingers into your wetness
  • Would encourage you to pull at his hair
  • He had a slight pain kink
  • Small praises would fall from his lips as you sucked him off
  • Wouldn’t care if the boys heard you or not, he’d just order you to moan his name louder
  • Also loves when you bite his neck and collarbones

Jimin -

Originally posted by sugutie

  • Kind of insecure and hesitant
  • Liked having you on top at first since he was kind of a sub but once he got more comfortable with you his dominant side came out in a flash
  • He will use his fingers and tongue to make you cum before he fucked you
  • Will actually worship you and praise you throughout
  • Small moans and whimpers when you suck him off
  • When he had a bad day he’d let you top and all his stress would just float away
  • He’d always intertwine his hands with yours while having sex
  • Whenever he was in the mood he’d throw you a small smirk and a wink to let you know
  • Your his baby so when you wanted him he’d give you anything you wanted
  • Spoils you to the max
  • Kinky boy, so he has a drawer full of sex toys and lingerie for you whenever you both got down and dirty

Taehyung [V] -

Originally posted by jjks

  • Very experimental in bed
  • Likes handcuffs and blindfolds the best
  • He just loved showering your nude body in kisses
  • Would randomly pin you down halfway through the day and have his way with you
  • Has a lot of energy, so he could go for hours
  • He probably wouldn’t stop until he made you climax multiple times
  • Bruises on your hips due to his grip
  • T E A S E
  • Will literally touch you in public with a smug smile on his face
  • You’d get back at him though
  • He lives for thigh highs
  • He just thinks it’s so sexy to see you completely nude save for the lace that was covering your thighs
  • Would use his teeth to pull down your panties
  • And you’d almost cum once you locked eyes with his intense gaze
  • Also really into spanking you when you made him jealous

Jungkook -

Originally posted by jeonify

  • Soft sub
  • Loves having your small hand around his neck as you grinded against his cock
  • He’d beg you to stop after he came into your mouth as you sucked him off
  • But once you kept going he’d arch his back off the bed and his eyes would roll into the back of his head
  • The most vocal in bed
  • He’d wither under your touch as heavy pants left his bruised lips
  • Whenever the boys were over and he was horny he’d bite your shoulder in order to keep his moans quiet
  • High pitched moans to the M A X
  • Really into cock play
  • Just loves the feeling of your smaller hand squeezing his base
  • He’d get an erection when you used silk lace to tie his hands to the post of the bed
  • And when you actually lowered yourself onto his cock he’d be a goner
  • Breathy moans would be the only thing that was heard in the room
  • Making out would be a BIG part of roleplay for him since he thought it was more intimate

I got kinda sick of the boyfriend AU’s so I’m taking a break from that! Instead I whipped this up, I hope you like it ♡

In My Veins // A Stiles Stilinski AU Part One

Prompt: Life is all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever. But, what if one day, you could no longer remember any of them? (Part 1 of 2)

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female On Male), Talking About Sex, Intense Car Accident, Angst, Sad Stiles, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 8,051

Song: Heal by Tom Odell 

A/N: Teen Wolf is and forever will be my favorite show of all time. Actually, no. Scratch that. In Dylan’s own words, Teen Wolf will always be my home. I love it more than anything in the world. It puts the brightest smile on my face and the most beautiful tears in my eyes. I cannot tell you how emotional I am about it ending. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t either watch an episode, watch multiple edits, read fanfic, etc. Teen Wolf is apart of my daily routine and it ending is never gonna change that, but it’s definitely gonna hurt knowing I won’t see Scott and Stiles in new situations or Derek and Stiles bickering about the smallest of things or even Lydia being the smarty badass that she is, ever again. I’m heartbroken about the end but at the same time, I think it is the perfect time to end it. The Teen Wolf world has been apart of my world for many years now and although it’s time to… I’m never saying goodbye. I will never let go of this world and this writing community I’m lucky to be apart of. As the last episode of Teen Wolf approaches, I want y’all to know I will not stop writing about, and forever loving, my favorite characters from a small and chaotic town called Beacon Hills. 

Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the beautiful Stiles standing in front of her, the young man wearing the sexiest suit this world has ever seen. She tried forcing them away by focusing on her wedding dress that fell just before her knees instead of him, but there was no use. (Y/N) was bound to cry on her wedding day anyway, it was simply inevitable.

The pack surrounded the two, everyone having their own variations of emotion evident on their faces as they gazed enchantedly at the happy couple before them. They couldn’t have been happier. Finally together in a situation that wasn’t full of supernatural threats or people trying to kill them, but was actually full of complete happiness. Scott smiled at them, his little dimples invading his cheeks as he announced they could now say their vows. With her own smile invading her red lips, (Y/N) turned around to grab the paper Lydia was handing her. The redhead was wearing an adorable short green dress that matched her gorgeous eyes, which also had tears in them funny enough.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) nodded at her before turning back to Stiles and taking a deep breath. “Mieczyslaw,” She began and everyone around her chuckled, her soon to be husband included. “I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands. I vow to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they’re not. I vow to be the light in your life when all you can see in darkness. I vow to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”

As she spoke, (Y/N) could see Stiles’ eyes gloss over and he did a damn good job holding back his tears, something she herself was unable to pull off. Although, on the inside, Stiles was completely melting. He was finally marrying his best friend and he didn’t know how to properly react to it. Instead, Stiles took (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back of it, his tender lips lingering on her skin before he turned around and got his own vows from his father.

“Well, you just set the bar really high.” Stiles joked and laughter echoed in the school’s halls. “(Y/N), I vow to fiercely love you and all your forms now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love and always know, in the deepest part of my soul, that, no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we’ll always find our way back to each other. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”

Stiles stared into her eyes so powerfully that (Y/N) could feel his love for her just through his gaze. With the hand that wasn’t holding her vows, she brought it up to her cheeks and wiped away all of the insane amount of tears rolling down them. It’s a good thing the young bride was wearing waterproof makeup because if she wasn’t, she would look like a really hot mess right now. Not that it would matter, Stiles would still think (Y/N) looked beautiful anyway.

“Do you take each other as spouses, forever?” Scott asked, the gaze between Stiles and (Y/N) never breaking.

“I do.” Stiles nodded, his lips smiling.

“I do.” She cried.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the state of California and the internet, I now pronounce you-” Scott suddenly stopped when the school’s dismissal bell rang loudly in the halls, telling the whole pack that classes were over and high school students were going to start piling out of their classrooms. “Shit, I know pronounce you man and wife. Kiss each other quickly!” Scott panicked as they noticed the doors begin to open.

The entire pack began running towards the big exit as Stiles and (Y/N) hurriedly leaned in to kiss each other rapidly. It didn’t last any longer than three seconds as the adrenaline took over their bodies and they ran as well, but the two wouldn’t have it any other way. They wanted to marry their best friend in the exact same spot they first met each other and even if it meant having Coach Finstock yell at the top of his lungs that they were intruders as he chased them down the halls, it would be worth it.

Their friends were already out in the parking lot when Stiles and (Y/N) reached the exit, Coach right on their tail. Hand in hand, Stiles led them out of the school and she prayed to God that her veil wouldn’t get stuck on anything and yank her back only to get caught by Coach. Thankfully, that didn’t happen and they were able to run towards Stiles’ jeep.

“I love you guys, but come on!” Coach yelled when he realized he wouldn’t catch the former high schoolers and stopped at the doors. “You’ve already graduated, stop coming back to the school!”

(Y/N) giggled with Stiles as they watched everyone else enter their cars and hurry away. Stiles quickly opened the passenger door for her and she jumped in before he shut it to run towards his side. (Y/N) couldn’t contain her laughter and excitement as Stiles entered the baby blue jeep, his hands already fumbling to shove the keys into the ignition and drive away. They only allowed themselves to breathe again when they were on the road and far away from Beacon Hills High School.

The new wife couldn’t help but look down at the wedding ring now prominent on her finger that Stiles had put on her right before they announced their vows. Her heart swelled and she could feel how tight her ribcage had become. (Y/N) looked over at the man she can now officially call her husband and that feeling of needing to cry returned. Stiles was her everything and with this ring on her finger, she could now show the world. Another smile graced her lips as she thought back about the time someone asked her to describe her home and she started talking about Stiles’ hair color, the sound of his velvet voice, the taste of his tender lips, how much he makes her laugh with his sarcasm and how his silky skin feels like on hers — until she realized they had expected to hear a place.

“Am I really that handsome that you can’t stop looking at me?” Stiles sported a cocky smile, occasionally breaking his stare off the road to look at her.

“Yes.” (Y/N) bit her lip.

“I’m more than meets the eye.” He joked. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”

“I know, Sarcastic Stilinski.” She nodded, leaning in and placing a daring hand on his thigh. “You also have an amazing body.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back his laughter, but his voice definitely caught in his throat when (Y/N)’s hand moved a little higher. She ignored his lack of self confidence and relished in how damn sexy her husband was instead. She moved her lips to his neck and placed lingering kisses all over his goosebump covered skin. Stiles shivered at the incredible feeling of her skillful mouth sucking beautiful bruises into his neck. Normally, he wouldn’t let her mark him because of how uptight the bosses are over at the FBI but considering they are officially on their honeymoon, Stiles didn’t give a single damn. He wanted his wife to mark him so much, the only color you would be able to see on him is purple.

He pulled up into a red light and stopped the car. As soon as his foot was off the gas, Stiles’ lips were on hers. He kissed her fully and passionately, the proper way they should’ve shared their first kiss as a married couple. His lips completely enveloped hers, her moan vibrating through their mouths. They were so lost in the kiss, they didn’t even remember to check if the traffic light had turned green. They only found out just when Stiles’ tongue slid across her bottom lip and the car behind them honked their horn loudly, interrupting the newly weds’ little moment. Stiles sighed but pulled away to drive. (Y/N), however, didn’t stop her little antics.

Her lips moved to nibble his earlobe as she inched her hand closer to Stiles’ crotch. There was already a semi-hard bulge there just from her teasing alone and she only found out when her fingers grazed across the area. (Y/N) smirked against his earlobe and took it further into her mouth to suck on it before her hand gently massaged his bulge. Stiles couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted from his throat, the sound shooting straight through (Y/N) and directly into her core. To her, there was nothing sexier than the sound of Stiles enjoying the dirty things she did to him.

“Are you liking this, baby?” She asked, her hot breath lingering on his ear and turning Stiles on even further.

“A little too much.” He answered honestly.

“Then you’re gonna love this.” (Y/N) teased as she unbuckled the belt around his waist and pulled down the zipper. Unbuttoning his pants was the last thing that kept her from him before she slipped her hand past the waistband of his boxers and into the area he desired her the most.

(Y/N) held in her groan at the delicious sight of the dark and curly hairs of his happy trail, but Stiles couldn’t hold back his moan as she palmed directly over his cock. She returned to kissing his neck and his breathing became unsteady, (Y/N) pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to expose him to her. This time, she didn’t hide her moan and the sound made Stiles’ cock twitch in her hands. (Y/N) wrapped her hand around his shaft, her thumb caressing his tip, as the car suddenly swerved. She started turning her hand in and out to give him a full erection, not that he needed any help in that department. Especially when a beautiful woman he now has the right to call his wife was currently jerking him off in his jeep. Her pace was slow and Stiles could feel himself get harder with every thrust of her hand. The car swerved even more, actually beginning to enter the lane beside them this time.

“Pay attention to the road.” (Y/N) stated through a smirk, loud horns echoing around them and telling Stiles to turn back to the correct side of the road.

He straightened up and took a breath, driving back to the previous lane. “You are such a tease and this is a terrible idea, kitten.”

“Don’t pretend like you’ve never fantasized about this before.”

“Oh, I definitely have.” Stiles confessed. “I’ve fantasized about pretty much everything with you.”

“Well, now you have the rest of your life with me to bring those fantasies to life.” She smiled before unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning her face down to his lap.

“F-Fuck,” Stiles reacted, realizing what (Y/N) had planned for their little get-away. “Is that such a good idea?”

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked just as she wrapped her warm and wet mouth around his sensitive tip, her hand still moving up and down his shaft.

“Shit.” He grunted, his head hitting back against the headrest. “No. Keep going, kitten.”

(Y/N) smiled through her eyes as she looked up at him lovingly, her tongue swiping the precum leaking from his slit. Stiles’ knuckles turned white at how hard he was gripping onto the steering wheel and it took everything he had in him to keep his eyes on the road and not closed. The new wife hollowed her cheeks around his swollen tip and his moans grew even louder. It didn’t matter if he was expressing his thoughts in a pack meeting or if he was getting head in the comfort of his own jeep, Stiles is and always has been a very vocal person. And (Y/N) fucking loved it. She absolutely adores how loud Stiles can get when she’s giving him pleasure, it’s one of her favorite things about her husband.

Stiles couldn’t hold back when he let out the most sincere and animalistic groan, one of his hands flying to grab her hair. He tried so hard to keep his eyes open as (Y/N) sucked his tip like it was the tastiest damn lollipop she had ever put into her mouth. Which, to be honest, wasn’t exactly far from what she was thinking in her mind. She had given him blowjobs plenty of times in their relationship, yet there was something so inexplicably special about giving oral not to your boyfriend but your husband. Stiles massaged her scalp with his fingers and when she moaned around him, he knew he wasn’t going to be lasting very long.

“Fuck, kitten, that feels so damn good.” He moaned with her, bucking his hips at her vibration. “I think I’m going to blow my load pretty soon.”

She giggled around his member and quickened her hand’s pace moving up and down his thick shaft, the tip of her tongue flicked on the underside of his head continuously. Stiles screamed considering she was currently paying attention to the most sensitive part on his penis, his grip on her hair tightening in reaction.

“God, this is so amazing.” Stiles moaned uncontrollably, telling her in details how good she was making him feel. Another set of proof that Stiles could never keep his thoughts to himself, not even now.

(Y/N) felt him throbbing inside of her mouth and she was growing greedy, wanting him to shoot his hot liquid down her throat. Stiles’ hips jerked the second she removed her hand and took all of him in her mouth, his tip lodging itself in the back of her open throat. His face scrunched up in pure pleasure as he involuntarily thrusted into her mouth. (Y/N) put her hands on top of his to let him know she wanted him to take control, which he gladly did.

Stiles pulled her hair to guide her head as he fucked her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue constantly slid against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, his thighs contracting and releasing as they reacted to the intense pleasure on their own. He gripped her hair tightly, but he knew she didn’t mind it, in fact she fucking loved it. One look at her was all the incentive he needed to cum, her eyes boring into his with such fire it could light up an entire house in flames.

His hips stuttered until his entire body froze as his dick released all of the load inside of him. White hot strings of cum spurted out of his tip and found a new home in her wet mouth. (Y/N) gladly hummed around him and swallowed all he had to offer as his eyes faltered for the slightest second and closed shut. They were too busy relishing in their own varied forms of pleasure to notice that Stiles’ foot had unknowingly pressed harder on the gas.

When she was done cleaning up his tip with her warm tongue, (Y/N) pulled away from his cock. A string of saliva mixed with leftover cum the only thing connecting them together before it completely broke. Stiles’ chest rapidly rose and fell as he breathed heavily, (Y/N) wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled his boxers and pants back up into place. She buttoned and zipped it again before buckling his belt back.

Just as she looked up to expect seeing the hazy pleasure on his face, she found him with his eyes closed instead. (Y/N) didn’t even have time to shout for him to open his eyes again nor see what was coming in front of them before the jeep suddenly crashed into the car that had stopped for a red light in front of them. The collision was harder than anything they’ve ever seen, Stiles’ eyes finally opening. There was fear and horror evident in them as he was forced to watch the next actions take place right there in front of him.

With the jeep crashing into another car, inertia harshly jerked their bodies forward. Thankfully, Stiles was wearing his seatbelt which secured him and allowed him to only hit his head brutally on the dashboard. However, I couldn’t say the same for (Y/N). Her lack of a seatbelt a few moments before seemed like a good idea, but right now it’s what ultimately will change her life from this day on.

(Y/N)’s body flew forward and right through the windshield. The eerie sound of glass shattering and distant cackles of her bones breaking filled the air. She was knocked out as soon as she crashed through the windshield, the impact slowing her body’s speed enough to let it fall limp on the jeep’s hood and not out into the street. Stiles’ lost all feeling and his brain immediately shut down at the sight of his broken and now bloodied wife out on the hood. Just as he opened his mouth to call her name, the airbag released from its confines and smashed into his wounded head — the blow strong enough to knock him out as well.

What happened next was a blur of ambulances and police cruisers rushing to the scene, flashing lights and loud sirens unnoticed by the unconscious couple. Sheriff Stilinski had immediately been notified about the sudden accident and he was there in a matter of minutes. Only to have his heart break as he was forced to watch paramedics pull (Y/N)’s completely wounded body onto a cot and begin to check for any signs of life. He was sure he was gonna have a panic attack any second now, but the only thing that kept him sane was knowing that Stiles was already being rolled into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital to take care of his concussion.

“Wait a second!” A paramedic shouted and Noah immediately approached him, noticing he had two fingers placed on her neck. “I feel a pulse! Get her to the hospital! Stat!”

The paramedics hurried her to an ambulance as well and the Sheriff jumped in with her as they desperately drove to the hospital. He took this time to call Scott and Lydia first, his son’s and his wife’s greatest best friends. Malia and Derek were called next. Everyone getting hit with the devastating news and dropping everything to meet each other at the hospital.

(Y/N) was rushed into surgery for the broken bones that could possibly start piercing vital organs soon and Stiles rushed into intensive care. They did all kinds of x-rays on him and realized that Stiles was going to be just fine. (Y/N), on the other hand, wasn’t. He was released just a few hours after he woke up from the concussion, but she was put into a comatose state.

“Why put her in a coma for so many days?” Stiles asked when he returned to see her the day after he was allowed to leave the hospital.

“Your wife’s CT scan showed intracranial hemorrhaging.” The doctor explained and even though Stiles could never be as smart as Lydia, he definitely knew what that meant. “You don’t have to worry too much about it though, your wife will be okay. We purposely keep patients with traumatic brain injuries in a comatose state in order to calm their systems and allow the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. And then we slowly wean them off of it.”

“And how long will that take?” He questioned, worried.

“About five days.”

The news was horrible for him, but he thought to himself that if (Y/N) could power through almost dying in a car accident and actually be strong enough to live then he can spend five days waiting for her. He visited her every single day in those five days, always bringing her flowers and little cards to keep himself sane. The pack was there with him for all of those days as well. Giving him all of the support and love he needed to get through this hell. He hated seeing her unconscious, knowing that it was his fault she was in this state. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but Stiles had a bad habit of always blaming himself.

“Hey, today’s the day.” Scott softly celebrated once they finally reached the day the doctors would wake her up. “She’s gonna open her eyes and the first person she’ll see is you, a smile will already be gracing her face when she does.”

“I almost lost her, Scott.” Stiles stated, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You’re right. You almost lost her.” Scott replied. “But, she’s alive and she’s gonna be okay. The doctor said no physical traumas are left in her brain. She’s completely healed.”

“What if there’s any collateral damage?”

“Jesus Christ, Stiles stop.” Scott grabbed his shoulders to shake some sense into him. “Now, I want you to go in there and tell the doctors you’re ready. You got this.”

“I got this.” Stiles took a deep breath looking into his brother’s eyes then peering around to the rest of the pack. They were all there. Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia, Malia, Derek, Kira, Liam, Mason, Isaac, Jackson, Ethan, Deaton, and even Peter. Everyone loved (Y/N) more than anything and each and every one of them were worried about her. Not to mention how they were there to support Stiles who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Stiles smiled at them and they all gave him the encouragement he needed to walk into (Y/N)’s hospital room. He sat down on the seat beside her bed he had grown well accustomed to over the past week and he pulled out her wedding ring from his pocket. Stiles slipped it onto her ring finger and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. Once he pulled away, Melissa entered the room with a kind smile on her face.

“Are we ready?” She asked and Stiles nodded. With a syringe in her hand, she put its content into (Y/N)’s IV after approaching it. When finished, Melissa threw the empty syringe away and turned to speak to Stiles. “Okay, she’s gonna be a bit groggy so don’t crowd her. Let’s give her the space she needs right now, alright?”

“Alright.” Stiles agreed as he focused on her eyelids subtly moving until they finally opened. Stiles could feel his heart jump into his throat and pound against its walls as her eyes immediately fell on his. “H-Hey. My God, it’s so good to see you.”

“(Y/N)?” Melissa called and her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay.” The nurse reassured, noticing how lost the young woman was feeling. “(Y/N), you’re in the hospital right now. You were in a car accident. You hit your head but you’re going to be just fine. We kept you asleep for a little while. How do you feel?”

“My head h-hurts.” She stated through a croaky voice that hadn’t been used in a while and yet, to Stiles, it was the most beautiful sound because he was hearing her speak again and that’s all that mattered.

“That’s perfectly normal.” Melissa answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you something for that.”

(Y/N) winced as she nodded and stopped to return her stare back on Stiles. He expected the smile to appear on her lips just like Scott said it would, but for some reason it didn’t.

“Was anyone else hurt, doctor?” (Y/N) asked looking straight into Stiles’ eyes.

The heart that was pounding in his throat stopped and he could feel it instantly drop down to his stomach.

“Uh, (Y/N). You know who I am, right?” He asked, starting to feel panic creep up onto him.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “You’re my doctor.”

The heartbreak that Stiles was just forced to endure was no less than a fucking hurricane. The devastation he felt was absolute, his entire heart and soul completely torn apart. All of the memories prior to losing his mother crashed down on him harder than ever before. Leading up to her death, Claudia couldn’t tell the difference between reality and nightmare anymore. She couldn’t tell the difference between who were the real people in her life and who were the monsters. Because of that, the lines began to blur and she couldn’t even recognize her own son. The pain Stiles had to go through then returned and it broke him.

“(Y/N),” He called, touching her arm but she instantly flinched away. “I’m your husband.”

Her eyes widened in absolute confusion as she stared at the stranger in front of her. Yes, her mind was cloudy and she couldn’t think straight but (Y/N) definitely did not remember ever getting married. Especially when she was so young. The man that called himself her husband looked at her hand and she followed his gaze, a gasp immediately escaping her lips at the sight of a gold wedding band on her ring finger. She closed her eyes and she racked her brain for any memory — any small glimpse of him — but she simply couldn’t remember. In fact, the last thing she did remember was her life right before she moved to Beacon Hills sophomore year in high school.

“I don’t remember you.” She confessed.

Stiles got up and left before he broke down crying in front of her. The young man rushed to the wall at the end of the hall and rested his head on it, slamming his fist repeatedly on the wall. Stiles cried as if he were the one suffering with the brain trauma, doctors and nurses passing by couldn’t help but feel tears well into their eyes just by the look at the distressed man without even needing to know why he was crying in the first place.

Melissa eventually heard the cries and she immediately recognized them, calling Scott and Derek to follow her towards him. They found him sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. The sight was enough to get the three crying just as much as him.

Like approaching a wounded deer that would immediately run away when noticed, the three approached Stiles slowly and carefully. Thankfully, he didn’t try to leave. He let them kneel in front of him and he lifted his head to stare at them, uncontrollable tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“You’re right, she didn’t have any physical traumas.” Stiles sobbed, his voice croaking. “But, she definitely had psychological ones.”

“What are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Is she scared or something?”

“She lost her memory, Scott.” Stiles answered, his heart breaking even more just at the announcement. “(Y/N) doesn’t remember who I am.”

The shock wasn’t like anything they’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t just about empathizing for Stiles’ pain anymore, now they felt it along with him. The four looked at each other and they shared the dread together, no words were needed to be spoken.

“It’s like the ghost riders all over again.” Stiles commented and Scott’s heart broke remembering the time that he couldn’t. “But, there’s no supernatural cure this time.”

“She doesn’t need a supernatural cure.” Melissa spoke up. “Look, a brain injury isn’t like a broken bone or a laceration. Brains are much less predictable. Sometimes, due to the way the swelling tissue presses against the skull, it can cause some impairment-”

“Some impairment?!” Stiles interrupted her, hysterical. “Melissa, she doesn’t fucking know who I am anymore!”

“Even though she’s awake, the swelling can cause confusion, erratic mood swings or memory loss.” Melissa continued, ignoring his outburst. “Let the swelling subside and she’ll remember you.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“Stiles, you have to give her the time she needs. The days will pass by and she’ll start seeing little things that’ll immediately trigger her memory. Don’t panic just yet.”

“It’s actually kind of my job to freak out before anything happens.” Stiles commented, wiping away his tears.

“This time it’s not.” Derek stated. “This time you’re the one who needs to lead us all.”

“How am I supposed to lead everyone when I’m on the verge of permanently breaking down? She’s my anchor! I don’t know how to do anything without my anchor!”

“Stiles,” Scott called his attention to him. “Be your own anchor.”

~

Explaining everything to (Y/N) was nothing short of a disaster. To learn that you have lost your memory isn’t exactly something easy to take in. She didn’t understand anything that was going on but she was induced into trusting her nurse whose name she learned was Melissa. The one who called himself Stiles, which to (Y/N) was a very funny name but kept that thought to herself, visited her in the hospital every single day as she was forced to stay another week. (Y/N) didn’t know what to make out of that, but she especially didn’t know what to feel when he started bringing her flowers, bears and pictures of them together. He thought the pictures could possibly trigger her memories, but instead they triggered a sense of panic inside of her.

More people came to visit her as the days went on by and she couldn’t recognize any of them. She was scared of the people who loved her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. Most of the time she felt lost with not a single place feeling like home, not a voice to comfort her mind with their familiarity or a set of warm hands she would allow to hold her own. (Y/N) hated that she was disappointing the people who so clearly cared about her, but she was too overwhelmed by it all.

The day she was released was the most intense. Apparently she had no family living in this town they called Beacon Hills — well no family other than her husband. She wants to please him, to recall something of him but there simply isn’t anything there. It’s so strange to her, that someone could know her so well and she couldn’t even return the favor. However, it was decided that she had to go home with him. (Y/N) was terrified at first, but one look into the man’s warm eyes was all she needed to know he had a good soul.

“You okay?” Stiles asked, looking over to his wife sitting in the passenger side of the jeep finally fixed after two very long weeks in repair. She was gazing around the jeep, taking it all in as he drove. It was the first time since she had woken up from her coma that something actually felt familiar.

“I can’t explain it, but this jeep oddly feels like home.” (Y/N) announced and Stiles’ eyes widened at the news.

It’s not just the jeep. I’m your home too. He thought to himself, a stinging pain invading his heart.

“That’s because you’ve been here so many times, it’s simply become apart of you.” Stiles answered.

“No, it’s more than that.” (Y/N) shook her head. “It’s like it ties me to something else that feels like home.”

“S-Someone.” Stiles said before he could stop himself. “Uh, me to be exact.”

“So, you’re my home?” She asked.

“Well, it’s what you said to me in our wedding vows.”

“Wedding vows.” (Y/N) thought aloud to herself. “Jesus, I never actually thought I’d get married some day.”

“To be honest, neither did I.” Stiles chuckled.

(Y/N) looked at him and despite the terrible situation they were in, Stiles looked calm. “What’s our story?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?” He looked over at her before returning to the road.

“How did we fall in love?”

“Well, we met at school in not exactly the most conventional way and that made us become instant best friends.” Stiles explained. “You thought I was funny and I loved how you always laughed at my jokes, something no one else around me did.”

“You’re funny?” She questioned, smirking at him.

“I’m one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense.”

“Alright, Mr. Sarcastic Stilinski.” She joked and Stiles almost wasn’t able to handle her calling him the nickname she gave him since the moment they met. He smiled uncontrollably, his happiness suddenly spreading to her. “What?” (Y/N) laughed.

“That’s your nickname for me. You created it when we first met.” Stiles announced and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile even wider.

It wasn’t exactly a memory, but it was a small part of her resurfacing and that made her heart swell with excitement. The car ride was light and happy as they approached a large and very tall building, no other words needed to be exchanged. They didn’t want to ruin the good mood and decided to let the radio fill the silence instead. Once Stiles parked the jeep, the two jumped out and walked into the building. Stiles led her into an elevator and in a matter of seconds, they walked out of it and approached a large door. The young man pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked it before sliding the door open.

She walked inside and her eyes explored it all. The living room and the bedroom were one big room together, no divisions in between the two. And there was a spiral staircase to what (Y/N) assumed lead to a kitchen upstairs. Here was another place she suddenly felt familiar to. It wasn’t as strong as the jeep, it was like a cloudy dream, but she definitely felt like she’d been here before.

“I’ve been here many times as well, haven’t I?” (Y/N) questioned, looking back at the young man currently sliding the door closed.

“Yeah, you have.” Stiles nodded, walking towards her and for the first time, (Y/N) didn’t shy away. “This used to be Derek’s loft, but he gave it to us as a wedding gift.”

“That’s one hell of a wedding gift.” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Well, he’s a very close friend of ours and he doesn’t even use this place.” Stiles shrugged, putting the keys back in his pocket.

“Derek is the one with the scruff and the leather jacket?”

“Yes,” Stiles chuckled. “That’s our sourwolf.”

“Sourwolf?” (Y/N) questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion. Stiles held back the need to widen his eyes as he realized he just dropped a really huge bomb on her at literally the worst time.

“Y-Yeah,” He stuttered, saying the first thing that popped into his head. “You know how people like to call each other puppies? Well, we like to call him a wolf.”

“Because he’s like a puppy but too strong to be considered just that so you call him a wolf?” (Y/N) tried to make sense of it and Stiles was glad she came to her own conclusions.

“Exactly!” Stiles sighed in relief.

“Hm, well that sourwolf is very handsome.” She commented, beginning to walk away to explore some more, and Stiles’ jaw dropped.

“Hey, I’m your husband here!” He called, his voice echoing in the loft along with her chuckle.

“I know, Stiles. It’s just an observation.” (Y/N) walked up the staircase.

“That’s one hell of an observation there.” Stiles sassed, following her up to the kitchen. He noticed her looking to the fridge and pushed away his jealousy to focus on what she needed. “Are you hungry?”

“A bit.” She confessed.

“Okay,” Stiles nodded, walking to the fridge as he nodded for her to sit at the table. “Sit down, I’ll make us something to eat.”

“Thank you.” (Y/N) answered, taking a seat.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Right.” (Y/N) nodded. “Because you’re my husband.”

“Correct.”

Stiles quickly got to work, pulling out ingredients left and right to make her the most delicious meal he could ever try to. He wasn’t exactly the cook in the relationship, but he wanted to impress her anyway. (Y/N) watched him as he roamed around the kitchen, putting together their dinner. She smiled to herself, noticing just how lost he looked and she quickly realized that she was the one who probably cooked more often.

“Can I ask you something that’s been really bothering me since I found out your name?” She asked and Stiles stopped to nod at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Why did your father name you Stiles Stilinski? Was he trying to get you bullied in school?”

Stiles immediately burst into laughter and (Y/N) smiled with him before he finally caught his breath to speak. “My name isn’t actually Stiles.”

“Oh my God, you’re an imposter!” (Y/N) stood up, scared. “Who the fuck are you?! Who’s the real Stiles?!”

“No, no,” Stiles approached her, his lips still smiling. “Stiles is just a family nickname. It’s what people call me but my real name is actually Mieczyslaw.”

“Miec- what?” She questioned, unable to pronounce it.

“Mieczyslaw.” He repeated.

Her eyebrows furrowed at him. “I’ll just call you Stiles.”

“Fair enough.” Stiles chuckled as they both returned to their previous posts.

“Stiles, how did I get into a car accident?”

“Actually, we um, we were in the accident together.”

“Why didn’t you get as hurt as I did?” (Y/N) asked and Stiles swallowed nervously.

“You weren’t wearing a seatbelt.” He answered, avoiding any other information. Although it didn’t work because like the (Y/N) he has always known, she kept digging.

“Why wasn’t I wearing a seatbelt?”

“Y-You, um, you took it off to focus on something else.” He gulped. “But, hey, dinner’s ready!”

Stiles grabbed plates from the cupboard and quickly put them on the table, then he went into the drawers to grab forks. (Y/N) noticed his change in demeanour and decided to wait until he was finished setting the table and sitting across from her to ask more. When he did sit down and relax, thinking that she had moved on from the topic he quickly realized she hadn’t.

“What was I so focused on that was more important than keeping my seatbelt on?” She asked and Stiles sighed.

“Look, (Y/N), you don’t want to know right now.” He answered. “Just eat your dinner, okay?”

“I do want to know, Stiles.” She pressed. “Or is that even your real name?”

“It’s not, we’ve been over this.” He laughed.

“What was I doing?”

“Something really explicit. Are you sure you want to know?” Stiles questioned, extremely nervous, and she nodded. “You were, um- You were giving me a blowjob.”

“Hm,” (Y/N) thought aloud. “Interesting.”

Stiles was perplexed, shocked even. He expected her to be horrified and completely grossed out about the idea of giving a stranger head, instead she wasn’t. She seemed almost intrigued by it.

“Was I any good?” She asked.

“What?” Stiles asked, caught off guard by the question.

“Am I good at giving you blowjobs?”

“Y-Yes,” He nodded. “You’re very talented at it.”

“Cool,” She smiled and Stiles didn’t know how it was possible, but he fell even more in love with her.

~

“So, we all went to highschool together?” (Y/N) asked the group of people currently sitting with her on the floor in the middle of the loft.

As soon as they had finished eating dinner and Stiles showed her around, hoping to God she would see something she recognized and remember him but unfortunately didn’t, the pack all came piling into the loft to visit them. They wanted to see the girl they all loved so much healthy and out of the hospital. They sat in a circle on the floor, sharing many stories that involved her to hopefully get her to remember. So far, it wasn’t working.

“Well, I didn’t.” Derek pointed out.

“You were always at the school anyway so shut up, Derek.” Stiles spat and (Y/N) held back her laughter, knowing he was still a bit pissy about her calling Derek handsome.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles.” Jackson complained at the human. “Lighten up a little.”

“No.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“Why not?” The part kanima part werewolf pressed.

“I don’t need to tell you. The answer’s no and that’s that.” Stiles huffed. “You want to hear it in-”

“I don’t want to hear it in Spanish, Stiles.” Jackson rolled his eyes.

Scott looked at his best friend worriedly. They were both sitting across from (Y/N), but you could tell how much Stiles wanted to sit beside her. Instead, Lydia and Malia took that place. The alpha werewolf could see how hurt Stiles was, still not over the fact that his wife doesn’t know who he is. Not that that’s something easy to overcome, but you’d think Stiles would have hope she would remember him again. The thing is, Scott didn’t spend the entire afternoon trying to get passed the invisible wall between them like he did. Stiles showed her everything from the lacrosse hoodie she loved wearing so much to the aluminum baseball bat he would take everywhere with him, but nothing triggered any of her memories. The frustration was starting to get to him and he couldn’t help but think he would never get his wife back.

“Stiles, it’s been one day.” Scott leaned in and whispered to his brother. “She needs more time.”

“But, it’s not even about time anymore, Scott.” Stiles turned to him, his eyes desperate. “I showed her everything we own, everything I own and they all mean nothing to her. She remembers the jeep without actually remembering it but still we’re not moving forward. There’s nothing physical that ties her to me in her mind.”

Scott didn’t know how to respond, I don’t think anyone would know how to respond to such a tragic thing actually. He gave Stiles a squeeze on the shoulder and, suddenly, he felt the emotion underneath him with just a single touch — pain. Stiles was in pain. With tears prickling his eyes and looking around to make sure (Y/N) was too engaged in her “new” friends to notice the two, Scott placed his hand on Stiles’ arm and took away some of his pain. Stiles’ own eyes welled with tears as he watched the black veins appearing on Scott’s hand, drawing away the pain Stiles didn’t want to have anymore.

“Thank you.” Stiles blinked away his tears and Scott gave him a small smile that was full of so much emotion.

“You’re my brother.” Scott nodded, finishing up and retracting his hand. “I’ll always be here for you.”

The two went back to the conversation the group was having and realized they were talking about how Stiles and (Y/N) live in Derek’s loft now. How the place that used to be completely empty aside from a bed, a couch and a table, actually looked like a home.

“That was (Y/N)’s doing.” Stiles announced. “She decorated the whole place and made it proper to live in.”

“I did?” (Y/N) smiled, looking around the place and thinking to herself that she actually had really good taste.

“You did.” Stiles stared longingly at her.

“You know.” Peter spoke up and grabbed all of their attention. “I used to live here, (Y/N).”

“With Derek?” She furrowed her eyes.

The former alpha nodded. “I’m his uncle.”

“You guys look nothing alike.” She chuckled.

“I know.” Derek intervened. “I’m much better looking.”

She tried to hide it, but Stiles definitely noticed the blush on her cheeks as she smiled. He growled internally at the sight, his jealousy returning stronger than ever.

“So, where do you live now?” (Y/N) asked them both.

“I live in South America actually.” Derek answered. “I’m just visiting for the time being.”

“What about you, Peter?”

“I live in an underground network of-” Peter started his sentence, but (Y/N) immediately drifted off when a scene suddenly played in front of her eyes.

“In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods.” A very relaxed Peter answered, his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned back on the couch.

“Whoa, really?” An unknown voice asked behind me.

“No, you idiot.” Peter rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I have an apartment downtown.”

It was the first of many scenes that began resurfacing in her mind, all of them involving Peter. Everyone in the room noticed something was different with (Y/N) as her eyes darted back and forth and they looked as if they weren’t focused on anything in the room, Peter stopping his sentence. Scott and Stiles exchanged glances, wondering if what they were thinking was happening, was in fact happening.

To answer your question, yes, she was remembering. The little infamous Peter quote was enough to trigger every single thing he’s ever said when around her. All of the memories she had of Peter were returning all at once. The ones from when she first found out he was the Alpha to when he saved her in a fight she didn’t understand why she was apart of. Every other face was blurred except for Peter’s.

“You have an apartment downtown.” She announced, smiling ecstatically. “You’re Peter Hale. You were an Alpha werewolf but were killed by someone that looked like a blur. You started out evil, but you changed. You became a good man. You went to hell and back because you couldn’t decide if you wanted to have me killed or save me. But, now, now you’re good. You’ve redeemed yourself.” (Y/N) felt proud herself for finally having a memory triggered. “I remember you.”

“W-What about me?” Stiles asked, suddenly standing up. “When he told us that he had an apartment downtown, I was there with you.”

“Y-You’re the one that believed he lived in caves?” (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, remembering what was said but not who said it.

“Yes! You remember me!” Stiles eyes gleamed with hope.

“No, I-I don’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, feeling bad. “You’re not in the memory, not even your voice. It was muffled and I couldn’t recognize it. I only saw Peter, I’m sorry.”

“That makes no sense.” Stiles answered in frustration. “How do you remember a memory I’m in but not remember that I’m in it?”

“You’re just a blur.” She replied, getting overwhelmed with how intense he was suddenly being.

“No, you remember me! Just focus on that day, okay? Who asked where he lived? It was me! I did. Try to remember.”

“I-I can’t.” I scrunched my face, trying.

“Try harder.” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I think you should stop.” Scott warned, noticing how scared she looked.

“She remembers me, I know she does Scott.” Stiles shook his head sternly. “You got this, (Y/N).”

“I don’t.” (Y/N) panicked. “I only remember Peter.”

“Think about that day. You’ll remember me.”

“I don’t remember you!” (Y/N) shouted at the top of her lungs, deciding she had enough.

The air in the room immediately became intense and everyone stopped breathing, their hearts aching at the scene in front of them. Stiles and (Y/N) had been in love practically from the moment they met and to see them forced into this tragic situation was hard on every single one of them. When (Y/N) looked into his eyes and saw the pain behind them, she realized her yelling had hurt him more than her forgetting.

“I-I’m sorry.” She apologized, tears forming in her eyes at her outburst. “I’m sorry, Stiles, I-I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine.” Stiles cried along with her, he took a step to approach her.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) apologized again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/N) ran up to the kitchen to hide. He knew she going there to cry and if he chased after her right now, it would just overwhelm her even more. With his heart falling into an abyss, Stiles stayed downstairs.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked, being the first to break the awkward silence.

“I will be.” Stiles nodded, wiping away his tears.

“Hey, she fell in love with you once.” The sourwolf shrugged. “She can do it again.”

Stiles’ head lifted and he looked at one of his best friends in hope. He was suddenly optimistic, something no one else in the pack expected to see after what just happened. Stiles, for the first time in a long time, had faith.

“You’re right.” Stiles smiled. “She doesn’t remember the memories we shared together, so I guess we’ll just create new ones.”

Make You Feel Good

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 2674
This is the first smut I’ve done in a long time. Be gentle, please.

Warning: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (be safe people)

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Dean’s Point Of View

           Y/N rarely brought a guy back to her motel room. I probably girls back too often. Sam had his nights here and there. But Y/N wasn’t one to have one-night stands. So, when I heard the guys’ voice in her room on the other side of mine, I was a little curious.

           And then I heard the words that sent me into a storm of rage.

           “You’re gonna take it you filthy fat cow.”

           “Get out,” Y/N’s voice was broken. I could hear her tears, “Please.”          

           “Not until I get what I came for. Not like you’re going to get it from anyone else. I’m doing you a favor.”

           I didn’t remember leaving my room or busting in to Y/N’s. But there I was, physically making that guy leave her room. With more threats to kill him, castrate him, and humiliate him if he ever came near her again.

           “Dean?” Y/N was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet.

           I rushed to her, “He’s an idiot. He’s such an idiot. You’re beautiful and perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

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Moving (Ethan)

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“Well..” You said with a sigh, placing your hands on your hips as you stared at the empty boxes in your kitchen. “We better start packing.”

Your boyfriend Ethan stood in front you, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t know where to begin and he hated moving just as much as you did which made for a pretty lousy team.

“This is going to take forever.” He groaned. “Are you sure you want to move to New York?”

You scoffed. “It’s already done, you goof. I signed the paperwork. Now quit whining and get to it.”

You snapped your fingers at him to which he reluctantly began emptying your drawers while you stretched on your tip toes to reach the glass bowls in the kitchen cabinet. You had always dreamt of moving to New York from the time you were a little girl. You wanted so desperately to escape the dramatic and superficial life you were living in LA. You were a wanderer and never cared to stay in one place for too long. Meeting Ethan changed that…at first. You couldn’t picture life away from him but over time, through the past three years of your relationship, things were beyond solid so really there was no better time. Ethan was sad but he understood, besides he had landed a job in New York with MTV alongside Grayson so you would still see each other all the time.

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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Thirteen- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Thirteen  

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,004
Warnings:  Some sexual content  Language.

I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

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Your death grip on the door had caused your knuckles to go white.  Sitting rigidly in your seat, as you tried to breath, the fear that ran through you made you sick to your stomach.  Secretly, you felt silly as your accident had been over twelve years ago, but the way the rain beat down made you nervous.  

It also didn’t help that Dean drove a little maniac sometimes.  You trusted him with your life, but this was a different kind of fear.  It was engraved in you and you couldn’t help the tears the flowed when the memories hit  hard.   

The screeching of tires and the feeling of being thrown forward, made you shake.  The feeling of crashing into the pavement and the memory of every bone crushing on impact made you cry.  Too lost in a memory, you let out a panicked scream while your arms were thrown up as your body curled into the fetal position.  

Dean was shaken to the core as he watched you in horror.  He had quickly pulled off to the side of the road as you shook with sobs.  Once the car was in park, his arms were around you pulling you into his strong embrace.  He cooed loving words as he tried to talk you down from whatever it was that was happening.  

“What’s wrong baby?  What’s wrong?”  He whispered against your ear.  The warmth snapped you out of your nightmare and you found yourself sitting in the Impala again.  Dean’s green eyes were shining with concern.  The look on his face made your heart sink and guilt creeped into you.  You hadn’t realized what had been happening in the moment and didn’t know what had been said. Letting out a slow and shaky breath, you leaned into him and breathed deeper.  The scent of him filling, transfixing you back into reality completely.  His scent was home to you.

Your eyes peered up into his as your pressed your lips together.  You hated recalling that night, but you couldn’t let Dean think that he had done something to hurt you. You clung to him in desperation for comfort and he pressed himself closer to you.  

“It’s ok, baby girl…  I’m here.  I’m here.”  He whispered lowly as he stroked your hair.  You breathed in more slowly and allowed the memories to come.  

“I’m sorry Dean….  It’s just when I was sixteen…..”  You managed to choke out before another harrowed sob wrecked you.   You heard him whisper a harsh ‘Goddamn It’ as he gripped you tighter and tighter with each sob.  Finally, as the feeling of drowning memories faded enough, you sat back to look at him.   Dean swallowed audibly at the sight of you and felt a tug at his heartstrings.  You looked so broken and that killed him.

“When I was sixteen, I was in a car wreck with my dad.  It was storming like it is right now and well..  Ummm..  Dad lost control of the car and hydroplaned into a  tree.  I was thrown from the vehicle and Dad … Dad was killed on impact.  I spent nearly six months in the hospital in a medically induced coma.  I broke almost every bone in my body . I don’t like the rain. I hate to drive in the rain. I never drive in the rain.”  You chanted as you tugged your hair.   The panic swirling in your belly almost overtook you but your body moved faster.  

Your lips crushed to Dean’s before he could say a word.  You needed a distraction from the forthcoming panic.  Usually that was knitting or reading a book- something to keep you grounded.  This time, you had a sex god to guide you through the darkness within you.  Dean’s eyes widen in surprise when your mouth was suddenly hotly against his.  They widen to a nearly impossible size when you moved to straddle him.  He groaned as your hips ground into his and whimpered from the contact.  Looking down at him lovingly, you pressed your lips to his forehead.  

“Distract me, Dean.”  You murmured lowly.  “Remind me of what is beautiful and perfect…  You.”  

Dean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he gently pressed his lips to yours.  His hands roamed down your hips and came to rest in the curve.  He moved to kiss your neck while murmuring soft loving hums.  His voice was raw and low.  The way he touched you made you feel like you could almost be invincible.  He was the beauty you had needed for your soul.  The light to find your way in the darkness.  Dean kissed the scar that ran down you collar bone and you sighed.  

“What happen there?”  He murmured as his free hand roamed to the bottom of your shit.  You had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat when Dean peeled the still rain soaked fabric from you.  

“Werewolf.”  You moaned as he kissed you just above the rib cage were another long white scar marred you.  


“And here?”  He asked as his fingers gently ran the length of it.

“My first hunt.  Took a knife to the ribcage because I didn’t listen.”  You sighed as the soft touch of his fingers settled your racing heart.  His lips then found the scar that laid just above your hip.  The one he had sewn up himself.  The one that had started everything for him.  

“Ummm.  I know the story of this one don’t I?”  He said as a smiled played across his lips.  “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.  Taking that knife to the stomach and then ganking those three mother fuckers.  I’ll never forget the rage in that pretty face.”  

“Is that when you knew you loved me?”  You teased with a wink.  

Dean’s eyes lit up with your words.  He couldn’t deny them.  He wouldn’t deny them.


“Yep.  It sure as hell was.”  He mused as his lips dropped to your hip.  He pressed a kiss to the scar and looked up at you.  

Tears of happiness escaped down your cheeks and splattered on to the burgundy fabric of his shirt.

“What did you say?”  You whispered as your heart squeezed in your chest.  Did he just say that he loved you?

“I’m falling in love with you, sweetheart.  If I’m not already.”  He said with a softness that nearly broke your heart.  The way he looked at you made you want to spend the rest of your life in that moment.

“I’m falling in love with you too, Dean.  And I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.”  You said with  a smile that  nearly broke your face.  

Dean’s face mirrored yours before you rained kisses, numbers: twenty nine through fifty, on to his lips.  Your panic forgotten as the happiest you had ever felt bubbled into your chest.  This was love.  This was love!  

Through all the tears and laughter, you hadn’t noticed that the storm had passed.  Your eyes drifted to the window and you were grinning.  It was time to to get back to the motel for a little TLC.  

“Looks like the rain has stopped.  You ready to get back to the room?”  You said as you looked at him with a naughty smile.

“Hell, yes!”  He groaned as you slipped from his lap.  You slipped your shirt back down and slid into the passenger seat as Dean pulled the car into drive.  The rest of the way to the motel you hummed, smiled, and laughed as you shared stories from your childhood.  The last story made Dean’s heart swell as it fell from your pretty lips.

“You know the reason I was humming Hooked on a Feeling earlier is because my dad used to sing that to me as a kid.  Every night after we ate our ice cream from the little convenient store down the road- he would tuck me in bed before he sung to me.  It was always the happiest I have ever felt…  Until you.”  You confessed as a smile tugged at your lips.  

Your words swirled and flowed into the deepest most broken parts of him.  The happiest he had ever felt was in the all too fleeting days he had spent with you.  His right hand slipped over your knees and gripped your hand in his.  Swirling his thumb softly over top of your hand, as his heart fluttered wildly.  

“Sweetheart, I don’t think I knew what happy was until you.:”  He murmured softly.

You turned to study him and couldn’t help but feel your heart break.  The darkness of Dean’s past, what little you knew, had always made you ache for him.  If it took the rest of you life, you would make Dean happy.  Just as those thoughts drifted into your mind, the car came to a stop in the parking lot.   You looked up surprised that the twenty minute drive had gone so fast.

Dean was about to tell you just how damn cute you were, but the loud blaring from his cell phone jolted him.  Cursing loudly, he dug into his jacket pocket to pull it out.  He grunted lowly when he saw that it was Sam calling him.  You glanced over at him as he hesitated to answer the call.

“You should probably get that.”  You chirped with a smile.  Dean could only frown when he noticed that he had several texts and voicemails. He wasn’t going to have a choice.

“Someone better be dying.”  He barked into the phone.  You held your gaze to him as the conversation between brothers seemed to get a little heated.   The words slipped past you as you studied Dean’s face.  You wanted to make sure it was seared into your memory.

“FINE!  I’ll be home in two days… Yeah.  I’ll leave in the morning.”  He grunted before mashing the call end button.  He turned to you with regret etched on his face.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart…”  He started to say but you held up your hand.  You already knew what he was going to say.


“It’s ok, Dean.  You know I understand.”  You murmured as you squeezed his hand.

“God damn it.  I’m not ready to let you go.”  He groaned as he slipped over to pull you close.  You smiled softly and pressed your face into his chest.  

“I know Dean but it will only be for a little while.  There’s no way I can stay away from you for a year.”  You offered before pressing a kiss to his clothed chest.

“You could always come with me…”  He cooed into your ear.  Your eyes flew open and your mouth went dry.  The dream of that life curled around your heart and covered up the cracked part.  Biting your lip, when your reality crept into your belly.  You had commitments to keep.

“I wish I could Dean, but Charlotte has us back to back with cases.”  You muttered with a deep frown.   

Dean tried to ignore the growing panic in his gut- he knew that this was going to happen.  He just thought that he would have more time to sort out the rest.  He scowled at his phone and cursed his brother for interrupting his own version of paradise.

“You know…”  You started as you smiled up at him.  “We still have tonight. All night.”  You purred out before waggling your eyebrows for emphasis.


“Umm.  I love the way that pretty mind of yours works.”  He thrummed against your ear.  You smiled as you pulled away from him.

“Race ya!” You quipped as you reached for the door handle.  You giggled as you shot out the car and raced towards the door.  Dean chuckled at you before taking off after you.  When you both were there, he made quick work of the lock before flinging the door open.  When it shut tight behind you, his lips were on yours in an instant.  Practically ripping your clothes from you as he playfully kissed his way to his knees.  His thoughts making his lips curve into a devious grin between kiss.

You both still had tonight and it would be a hell of a night.

AN: Sooooo…..  Here we go.  Finally I can get them out of Kentucky.  LOL  I actually am quite pleased with this chapter. T.T  That never happens.  As always feedback is what keeps this game going!  :)  If you have time leave a comment or a reblog.  Love you guys!

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The Sexy, Bearded ‘We’

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen

Summary: Jared says something at a con that really gets you going.

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings: threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), smut

A/N: AU where Jensen is single, remember this is fiction! If you’re a die-hard Jensen girl and don’t want to read Jared smut, stop now. If you’re a die-hard Jared girl and don’t want to read Jensen smut, also stop now. If you’re a j2 girl, you’re in for a treat. Also I’m going to church to confess my sins after writing this.

You sat backstage, listening to your boyfriend and his costar answer a question about the beards he and Jensen had grown over their break from filming.

“We like to call ourselves - Jensen and I - the sexy, bearded ‘we’.” He grinned.

You’d always had a thing for Jared’s beard. The way it scratched at your face when he kissed you, the way it felt between your legs, just scruffy enough to leave red patches between your thighs. And there was no denying how unbelievably sexy Jensen was as well. When they both grew their beards out, good Lord.

After the panel, you met Jared in the green room, Jensen following closely behind him. 

“Oh, the sexy, bearded ‘we’ is gracing my presence.” You swooned jokingly.

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Alien Boyfriend 4

Another alien commission! This one is for @haikyuuvolleydorks


You had sent in your resume ages ago and had been waiting ever since. The space study was exactly the thing you wanted to do. Not only would you be able to train with a Galaxy Classified botanist you would be training on an alien planet. You’d be learning about the local flora. You’d be getting your hands dirty studying alien plants. It was the chance of a lifetime.

One you received the official envelope in the mail it was all anyone could do to get you to calm down. From then until the time you were on the ship it was a blur. Training and lectures, all of them were like foggy dreams as you looked out the great glass windows of the ship. You pressed your face and hands to the glass as you stared out into the void of space.

“Those windows don’t get cleaned until we land, you know?”

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Bts | Reaction | Chubby :)

[ yall seriously have nothing to be insecure about tbh, like i got mad love for my thicc sistas out there - like yall are the real mvp. Hope you enjoy @diannajasanders-love thanks for requesting! :) ]

Seokjin 

Jin would listen to every word you spoke as you told him about a major insecurity you’ve been battling with for the longest. He was shocked, sad even, not being able to grasp the concept that you saw yourself this way; in his eyes, you were everything and more. It wasn’t until he saw tears starting to fill your eyes as you slipped into the topic of ‘not being good enough for him’ - that’s where Jin drew the line. 

“Stop it. Don’t you dare say those things - you are absolutely enough for me, more than enough, Y/n. I could care less if you were the largest person in the world, or the skinniest, it doesn’t matter - you’ve stolen my heart. I love you, and that’s all that matters, okay? No more of these negative thoughts, they’re in the way of that beautiful smile.” 

Yoongi 

You thought he was asleep in the other room, but you were oddly mistaken this time. Yoongi had noticed how weird you’ve been acting lately, such as you starting to hide when you change - normally you didn’t give a fuck if he looked or not, but now suddenly you do. Not to mention you’ve been dodging meals, thinking he wouldn’t notice. He noticed. And whenever he would confront you about it, you would play coy, acting as if nothing was wrong or if anything had changed - he was sick of the secrets. So, in what better why to get information than pretend to be asleep while you talk on the phone with a friend? 

“This diet just isn’t working, Yumi, I don’t know what else to do!” You whine, running a hand through your hair. “Yes, it matters! Do you have any idea what’s coming up in just two weeks?!” 

There was silence for a second, until you let out a small grunt in frustration. 

“It’s the celebration dinner for BTS, that’s what! Where everyone is all fancy, rich and attractive - while I’m just a fluffy mess of pudginess! If I don’t lose enough weight by the end of this week, I’ll…” Silence once again, this time instead of frustration Yoongi caught the faint sniffles you let escape, indicating that you were starting to cry. “I’ll only embarrass him, Yumi…he’s such a hard worker, and an amazing musician - someone like him shouldn’t be burdened to show up to that dinner with someone like me.” 

By now, Yoongi was sitting up from his spot on the couch, staring in the direction of the kitchen in disbelief. Was that really how you saw yourself? An embarrassment? A burden? It hurt to hear you say those things, but stung even more that you never talked to him about it. 

“I should go…I need to go pull myself together before he wakes up. He’s already suspicious, I don’t wanna worry him anymore than I already am… Then, I won’t go, I’ll fake being sick or something.” 

That’s it, he thought.

Rising from the couch, he makes his way to kitchen with a purpose - not going to tolerate the lies you tell yourself. You were beautiful, and dammit he was going to get you to see that, too. And you were definitely going to that dinner.

Namjoon

He had caught you modeling in front of the full body mirror in your shared bedroom, smirking to himself as you were wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts and bra. But, it eventually fell when his focus came up to your face, seeing the solemn expression upon it, mixed with distaste - you were judging. 

“Y/n…” He calls, nearly scaring you to death. Quickly covering yourself up with your arms, you stare at his tall figure standing in the doorway with a look of utter shame. “You better be thinking positive things when you look at your body. We’ve talked about this.” 

“I don’t get it, Joonie! How could you love all of…this?!”

“All this what, jagi?” He slowly treads toward you, hands behind his back until he came up behind you to then place them on your sides. “All this gorgeousness? All this huggable baby weight? All this ass-”

“Namjoon!” You blush, turning slightly to hit his chest lightly. This only makes him chuckle, you not being able to stop your own grin from forming. “You’re such a pervert…” 

“And you’re such a cutie. Y/n, I don’t want you ever looking in this mirror again unless you’ve got something nice to say about yourself. I know it’s not easy to love yourself, but you’re not in this alone. I love you, so much, no matter what thoughts you put in your head, I do. Remember that, jagi.” 

Hoseok 

Sure, you were human, and you had insecurities - it was normal. But, doesn’t mean it hurts him any less to hear you practically bawl your eyes out over the phone, and he can’t do anything about it. It killed him that he wasn’t there to hug and kiss you, to tell you that everything will be alright, cursing the fact that he a was a million miles away. 

“Baby, please, stop crying…I don’t care what those comments say, you hear me? I don’t give a damn - you’re my queen, not theirs. And I say you’re the sexiest thing to walk this earth; waist, hips, thighs and all. You were made for me, and I will not let some rude so-called ‘fans’ chase you away. I’m begging you, please believe me when I say you’re perfect. God, you’re so perfect, I’m the one who’s not good enough for you…I can’t even be there to dry your tears…” 

“You are here, Hobi…you answered my phone call - that’s all that matters…hearing your voice is more than enough. I believe you…and I love you. I just got into my head, that’s all…I feel better now. Just…hurry home. Please…” 

Nodding his head, he was able to smile through his own tears that fell during most of your conversation. “I will, I swear. Get some sleep, beautiful, I’ll call you in the morning - your time. I love you.” 

Jimin 

Jimin knows what you’re going through, he knows it’s not fun to think so little about your body - having been in the same boat as you are now. He, too, listened as you poured out your insecurities to him, the late night talk session turning into something deeper and more personal. You were curled up to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as it calmed you down enough to finally tell him what you’ve never told anyone before. 

“Sometimes I wish it was flat like most of my friends’, or like those girls I see on TV and music videos. Or not even flat, I’d be fine with anything other than how it is now. My life was nothing but judgmental looks from strangers, or comments that have haunted me to this day…sorry, I don’t mean to bore you.” 

“”N-No, I’m awake,” He sniffles, using his free hand to wipe the stray tears that slid down his cheeks. “I just…I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone.” 

You shrug, rubbing slow circles over his chest as you snuggled closer to him. With a small content smile, you felt yourself slowly drift into slumber after finally getting that off your chest. 

“Well, not anymore. Now that I have you.” 

He felt his heart clench as you placed a peck to where it gradually started to beat rapidly. Eyes now tearing up even more, Jimin hugged you impossibly close to his side, as if to protect you from the rest of the world. You were so precious to him; no longer will he let thoughts like that ever come to your mind ever again. 

Taehyung 

You bit your lip to keep from making any noises, as the teasing from the beginning of the dinner had finally escalated to something more explicit.

 Tae had been messing with you ever since the two of you sat down, his hands trailing from just the top of your knee, all the way to the inside of your dress. The both of you could easily give away what was going on under the table, from your flushed face to his devilish grin. Before he gave you what you’ve been craving for, Taehyung whispered his explanation as to why you were suddenly being punished. 

“I heard what you said about your body, kitten. How you bad mouthed it in the bathroom when you thought I wasn’t there- but I was. From your thighs to your stomach - how could you say such things about my most favorite parts about you, huh? Answer me when I ask you a question.” 

He pinches a sensitive spot inside said thigh, almost making you squeak out loud in surprise. Quickly shaking your head, you rasp in response. “I-I’m sorry, I just…I just don’t see how you could love them..I-I don’t-[gasp]” 

He didn’t even let you finish as his fingers expertly pushed your panties to the side and slide into you with ease; all thanks to his building up of your arousal. As he started to thrust them further into you slowly, Tae took a look around to make sure no one had caught on just yet. Your slightly agape mouth was enough to blow your cover, but thankfully everyone was too busy mingling to care. Taehyung leans in closer to where his breath fanned down the curve of your neck, sending chills to mix in with the pleasure he now bestowed. While still thrusting the digits at a slow rhythm, he speaks.

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to remind you.” 

Jungkook 

Him: You is kind. You is smart. You is important. I love you, your hips and your thighs. So stop hating on perfection, now let’s go get some fries. 

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The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating the Randy Prat Who Lived Ch. 9

And for this first week’s post, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I are proud to present one of the the least smutty chapters of Virgin Draco you’ll see from here on out.  Which is not to say that it’s unsmutty.  *side-eyes you all*

If you’re just reading for the first time, and this tweaks your interest, the other chapters can be found under the tag #virgin Draco on my or @l0vegl0wsinthedark‘s blog.  We hope you enjoy this peek into the dating life of a very patient Harry and a… getting eager Draco.

Chapter content warnings (we’ve reached content warnings): Manhood fondling. Lots of mouth pressing and tongue licking. Other varieties of mouth pressing.

Chapter Nine: Wine Connoisseur

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Pierced (Ethan)

** REQUESTED ** 

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT 

You stared in the mirror not recognizing the girl looking back at you. You never thought you’d be one to get your nipples pierced but your friend had dared you and you were never one to turn down a dare. Frankly they looked pretty hot and your boyfriend Ethan was surely to agree. He loved your breasts in fact he had told you on numerous occasions how they were his favourite body party of yours aside from your ass. The doorbell rang signalling Ethan’s arrival. You were headed out to a pool party that your friend, Caspar Lee, was throwing for the end of the summer. You grabbed your red bathing suit top, tied it over your torso and admired momentarily how your piercings managed to poke through. You were positive Ethan would notice and positive it would turn him on to no end. 

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In The Movies (Evan Hansen x Reader)

TW: smut, swearing, REALLY BADLY WRITTEN LOL RIP

WORDS: 1,397

Requested: yes!


Friday nights in the Hansen house were dedicated to movies and cuddling. Heidi always had evening shifts at the hospital. Both you and Evan hated the thought of him being alone, so you started a tradition. The weekly ritual began with dinner (courtesy of the leftovers in Evan’s fridge), and continued into watching whatever movie ABC was broadcasting. Usually, movies like Frozen, Hoodwinked, or How To Train Your Dragon were what was played. But this faithful Friday evening, the broadcasters of ABC decided to play a movie that was rated R. 

           The movie started out fine. It was about two undercover cops. One was nerdy and played by the rules, and the other was ‘a wild card’. It was a standard action-comedy film. There were a few odd sex jokes here and there, but for the most part it was just explosives and a lot of boobs. As youou finally started to understand the plotline, the movie began to get a little… risky. Risky turned into PG-13, then PG-13 turned into a full-blown sex scene. The man in the movie was making out with his damsel in distress. His hands flown up to her top, flashing her boob-job bosoms. 

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