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The Falcon and the Wolf

Summary:  This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years.  You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam, AU!Crowley

Word Count: 3542

Warnings: smut (I mean at this point it should be a given), canon typical injuries

A/N:  I may be showing my age here, but I grew up loving the film Ladyhawke with Michelle Pfeiffer.  This is partly inspired by the film, though I’m taking it in a different direction.  This will be a three part series.  This will be a multi-part series.  Part 2 can be found HERE.  This is my first AU, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch the lovely, talented and helpful wonder woman who beta’d this for me!

And thank you to the fabulous, wonderful and talented @arryn-nyxx for the AMAZING aesthetic!

My tags are open so send me a message or an ask if you’d like to be added!


A single candle burns in the small room.  You’re lying on a bed of rabbit furs which tickle your naked skin.  Dean is on his side looking down at you with his emerald green eyes.  Your shadows dance on the wall beside the bed as he lowers his head touching his lips to yours.  You slip your hand up his neck running your fingers through his hair as your kiss deepens.  His fingers trace lines down your naked form leaving a trail of fire as they go.  Taking one breast in his mouth he caresses the other with his strong hand as he swirls his tongue around your hardened bud making you moan his name.  He moves over your body, taking his time exploring every part of you; dropping a kiss here, licking a spot there, until at last he reaches your throbbing bundle.  You whine as he feathers over your folds ignoring your swollen bud.

“Impatient,” he whispers in your ear.  “We’ll get there, Y/N.”

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Stress Relief part 2 - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW SMUT)

So many people asked for more Wolverine smut…So, here we go. Very NSFW. Really. Shameless smut (with some gif, which do not belong to me by the way). Because self-control is for weak people…wait…hum…Whatever. 

Summary : Last time, you helped your Wolverine relax…this time, he helps YOU. And you couldn’t be happier. 

Part 1


It had been a while since you had a week as bad as the one you just had. 

Your students, maybe because they felt like the summer vacations were very close, were just being so difficult, so much that at each end of the class you were just exhausted both mentally and physically. 

If that wasn’t enough, you had tons of paperworks to take care of because you promised Storm you’d help her with it. You probably made at least 100 new student files, as the school really started to grow and more kids came in every day. You fucking hated paperworks…You cursed yourself for even asking Ororo if she needed help. She was your best friend, and was co-headmaster with Logan…You saw what being headmaster did to Logan, how it took a toll on his mind, mood etc etc, and just had to try to help them. Still. Fuck paperworks. 

You also were in charge of recruiting new teachers, and that was another pain in the ass, because damn some of them were perfect idiots. You had to throw some out of the school once you realized they were just journalists, looking for a new scandal article to make about a “school full of dangerous mutants”. Assholes. 

Oh, and of course, you also asked Kurt and Hank if they needed help, and of course…They did. 

You were starting to slowly realize that maybe, by wanting to help your friends so much, wanting to make things easier for them, you made your already busy life an impossible schedule to manage. Needless to say, you were overdosing on work, and you felt like you were very close from having a burn out. 

Making everything worst, Logan had been gone all week, having important things to do in Japan. He wanted you to come, but you stupidly refused, because you didn’t want to leave your students alone, as they often came to you to talk and such…and how did the brats repaid you ? By being impossible. Erf. 

So here you were, a bit depressed, stressed, and exhausted, laying in your bed, wishing your boyfriend would be with you. You guys weren’t really clingy, but sometimes, you just needed each other. Like now, in your case.  Your only confort was his smell lingering in your shared bedroom. 

Wearing only one of his flannel shirt, you started to feel your thoughts drifting away as you slowly fell in a well deserved slumber. You just wanted Logan to come home, but he wouldn’t until another week…


Surprise, Logan came home early. His business took less time than anticipated. You didn’t notice at all though…When he entered your shared bedroom, he found you lying across the bed, clinging to his pillow, your face buried in it. You didn’t react at all at his entrance or when he threw his heavy travelling bag on the floor. And when he softly caressed your cheek, you didn’t move, a sure sign you were very tired. Usually, the slightest shift in the bed, the smallest touch or noise, would wake you up in an instant. You were a light sleeper…

You always moved a lot in your sleep (you kicked him more than he could count), and the blanket you were initially under was now pooling at your feet. The flannel shirt you stole from Logan was up to your waist, and he couldn’t help but give an appreciative look to your bare ass.  He ran a calloused hand from your neck to your lower back, gently…You didn’t stir at all and he decided not to wake you up. Planting a loving kiss on your forehead, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. 

After a few minutes the sound of the water finally woke you up. You sat up immediately, who was taking a shower in your bathroom ?! And then you saw Logan’s bag. He was home. He. Was. Home ! 

You stood up so fast that you felt a bit dizzy, and were running to the bathroom door when he opened it and you slammed into him violently. His indestructible adamantium laced bones almost knocked you out. Running into the Wolverine was like running into a concrete wall. He caught you before you fell on the floor, and the towel he had around his waist fell off.

-Wow (Y/N), careful sweetheart. 

Your mind was a bit hazed and you almost didn’t feel him lift you up to carry you to the bed. It took you a few minutes to regain your senses. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and rested your head on his strong pecs. He tangled a hand in your hair, caressing them tenderly, the other hand going to the small of your back. 

-Are you ok ? I’m sorry babe I didn’t…

He froze. You were crying. Did he hurt you that much ? He saw you cry only once or twice before, and you didn’t really had the easiest life ever…You pulled him closer to you, nuzzling his chest, and he realized that you weren’t crying because you bumped into him…

-What is it love ?

It took you another few minutes to hold your tears and answer. 

-I’m just so done with this week…

-What happened  ? Who’s ass do I have to kick ? 

He felt you smile on his naked chest, and his arms tightened a bit more around you. 

-So many people Logan, so many people. It has just been kind of a shitty week…I should have gone with you to Japan. Everyone was so annoying and…

His hand were running up and down your back in soothing gestures. He let you rant for almost an hour, and you realized it was exactly what you needed, just complaining. You rarely did. And you really, REALLY needed it…So much that, even after a week apart, you didn’t take notice that Logan was completely naked in front of you. Usually, you’d have jump on each other instantly…That and the fact that you were sleeping like a log made him understand that you really weren’t alright. 

So he let you talk, and listened, because he knew how important mental health was, how sometimes you could go crazy if you didn’t let your emotions out…when you finished ranting, you pulled away from him. 

You realized you might have bored him with your petty problems, but when you looked up at him, all you saw in his eyes was love and empathy. It made your heart beat faster. Thanks to his enhanced senses, he could hear your heart running wild, and he smiled to you. Of that smile that made you wanna melt  in his arms. 

-You know what’s the problem (Y/N) ? 

-No, but something’s telling me you’re gonna tell me ? 

-You help others too much. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great, you’re great. That’s why we all ask for your help, we know you get our backs…but the thing is, we don’t have yours that much. We always assume your fine because you’re just…You. Bubbly, smiley, nice. Hiding yourself behind witty and sarcastic comments when you’re not alright, so we’re distracted by that and don’t press on asking how you are…

Damn that man. He knew you too well. You smiled weakly at him, and he bent down. At first you thought he was going to kiss you, and you closed your eyes, but he went to your ear and sensually whispered : 

-Let me make it up to you sweetheart. Show you how much I appreciate what you do for all of us, show you how much I fucking love you. 

As he said that, one of his hand sneakily crept under the shirt you were wearing…

He ran his fingers on your thigh, and you felt a wave of fire swarming your sex. 


-I’m here. For you. Always. 

You pulled him down for the most erotic and heated make-out session you two ever had. And you were usually already pretty good on the “erotic and heated make-out session”’s scale…

With his free hand, Logan took your shirt off, and started to plant kisses, to bite, lick and suck on every single inch of your skin, making sure to leave marks for his personal enjoyment later. He loved looking at his handy work…His other hand was running up and down your slit, rubbing your sex gently. 

One of your hand tangled in his hair while the other one bring his face back to you, and kissed him some more. You licked his bottom lips and he understood, letting his tongue invade your mouth. He was massaging your tongue with his, and you swallowed each other’s moans. He bit a bit harshly on your lower lip, and you answered by pulling his hair. 

Logan’s motto was “a little foreplay goes a long way”, and no matter how much he wanted to be inside you, he always took his time. Like right now, if it was only up to him, after a week of only touching himself thinking of you, he’d just take you right away, without thinking much about it…but tonight was about you.

And so he left your mouth, and you groaned in disapproval. How dare he go away…you quickly changed your mind though, as he left a hot and wet trail with his mouth from your jaw, stopping at your breast because he just fucking loved to play with them (you loved it even more), and slowly but surely, getting down to where you wanted him to be. 

After a few kisses to your inner thighs, and without any other preamble, he nuzzled your now very wet cunt. He hungrily lapped at hit, and didn’t waste a second before delving his tongue in it, playing with your inner thing. The damn man knew you too well. Knew every little details of what you liked, how and where you liked it…and he found your G-Spot rapidly as he slipped a hand under one of your thigh to raise it on his shoulder, the other hand drawing soft circle around your clit. He flicked his tongue expertly, and you bucked into his face. You wanted to apologize, but he made you cry out by burying his face even deeper in your sex. You felt his nose rub against your clit, as his fingers still teased it. 

It didn’t take long for you to come, hard. Into his mouth. A shattering orgasm shaking your entire body. He didn’t stop licking and sucking on you until you were almost still again, and he crept back up, towering over you, his elbows on each side of your face. 

You could feel his hard cock on your thigh, and you made a move to grab it, to turn Logan around and give back to him…But he stopped you. 

-No, it’s all about you tonight. 


-No. Only you baby girl, I have to insist. 

And on that note, he went down to kiss you some more. You felt his body being softer than usual…Usually, he’d be all strong muscles and controlling, but tonight…You decided to test your hypothesis. You were right. You pushed him off of you, and, without resisting one bit, he let you climb on him. 

-Oh, so I can do whatever I want eh ? 

-I told you (Y/N), it’s all for you. You decide. 

With a wicked smile that made him harder than ever, you made him sit with his back against the headboard, and climb sexily on him. 

-And what if pleasuring you is something I want ? 

He sighed. You were such a stubborn woman. But before he could say anything, you kept going…

-Listen, it’s also about me if I give you a blowjob you know. 

You could feel his cock twitch on your inner thigh. 

-Giving me pleasure gives you pleasure too right ? 


-Well then…

And just like he did, you slowly went down his body. Logan gripped the headboard with force, he decided he wasn’t going to put a hand in your hair, as he was afraid to be tempted to guide you. He was adamant on letting you take the lead tonight…

And the lead you took. You grabbed his shaft with deft fingers, and slightly brushed your thumb on the head, spreading the small beads of pre-cum that were on it. 

Making eye contact, which you knew he loved, you licked tentatively on his tip, and went all the way to his balls. He was holding his breath, swallowing down a particularly loud groan. Pulling his foreskin, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked hardly. 

Hollowing your cheek, you took him in as far as you could, and swirled your tongue around his cock. What you couldn’t fit in, you stroked, putting the perfect pressure to make Logan squirmed under your touch. You thought the way he was trying not to buck into you, and to fuck your mouth mercilessly was…kinda cute. The man was trying with all his will, and it made you all warm and fuzzy. Your boyfriend wasn’t really a gentle man, but with you…with you it was just different. He showed a side he never showed to anyone before. 

His head hit back the headboard with a loud thud as you started playing with his balls, engulfing him in the warm heat of your mouth. 

He tried to pull you away as he felt he was going to cum, but you shoved his hands away, caressing his abs with love…and you swallowed everything, your plump and swollen red lips not letting a drop escape you. The sound he made while you wear sucking him definitely pleased you. Only you could make him whimper desperately like that, and only you could make him see stars and come that hard, a mix of curse words and your name on his lips. 

His eyes were closed, and his head was still tilted back on the headboard, as he dragged you up his body again. He was breathing heavily, and you gave him time to come back from the shockwave of his orgasm. As he felt you kiss his neck however, he opened his eyes, and the sight of you, naked, straddling him, was enough to make him hard again. 

You raised your hips, and he gave you a sloppy kiss as you simply sunk down onto him. The familiar sting of his cock stretching you made you wince a bit. He was biting your earlobe when you started to move, and he gasped loudly, putting instinctively his hands on your ass, caressing your back on the way.

He squeezed your butt cheek a bit harshly as you slammed down on him, and took a lazy slow pace, just appreciating his skin on yours. His hand went to your hips, helping you go up and down on him, and, imperceptibly, speeding the cadence a bit. You bit your lower lips as your tits bounce in front of his face, and gripped the headboard behind him. He grabbed a nipple in his mouth, and sucked on it as you were riding him, both of your thighs’ muscles working hard to pound in each others. 

-Oh God, yes, so fucking good (Y/N), so..aaah…mmm…

He started to meet your hips and thrust into you with expert movement. Burying himself inside you more and more each time. His hand caressed your back with all the love he could, digging his fingers in your side, not enough to inflict too much pain, but enough to leave marks of his fingers on your skin. 

-I want to feel your name burning in my skin for days. 

Your words drove him wild, and he flipped you on your back, not loosing the connection, pounding relentlessly inside you. His pace slowed a little however, to take your face in. As your legs wrapped around his waste, your feet pushing on his ass so he could sink himself all the way to the hilt in you, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly. You smiled back at him, and the room filled up with your mutual moans and groans, and words of praise for one another. 

He loved taking you like this, because he could just see your face expression. Your foreheads were touching tenderly, and you were swallowing each others’ breath in. He kissed you with love and awe, and you responded with an equal amount of worshipping. 

You always loved those moments when he made love to you…It was often like this. First, amazing foreplay, then, grinding into each other, snapping hips on hips, taking each other hard. Then slow, tender moments before…

-Harder. Please. 

And with one hard movement, he started to snap into you with passion. 

And you became a hot mess. Your fingers dug in his shoulders, nails scraping his back, mouth biting his collar bones, as he was shoving himself in you with vigor. He got on his knees, took your legs and put it on his shoulder, his hands on your waist, as he started to slam so hard inside you that the sound of skin slapping skin was becoming absolutely obscene, and almost as loud as your moans, groans, and dirty talk. The room was filled with “Jesus, don’t stop”, “You feel so good, OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO DAMN GOOD”, and other loving “if you stop I’ll kill you”. 

The Wolverine had the stamina of a horse, and always took you in as much position as he could. He flipped you around, and got you on your hands and knees, bending your head down into the mattress. He took a pillow to put under your belly so that you’d be steady, and again, pounded into you, this new angle hitting places he couldn’t reach before, and making you cry out even louder. Expertly, you rolled your hips back into his, and made him groan with force. 

At some point, the pleasure was so intense, that it became too much and you almost couldn’t register anymore what was going on. You faintly remember him standing up and pinning you against a wall, proceeding then to fuck you, or rather, to make love to you, on every single piece of furniture in your room. Sometimes it was slow and loving, others it was rough…and still loving. 

You reached a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, and he knew it. He took you back to your shared bed, and jackrabbited into you, making you scream his name at the top of your lungs. He wasn’t in a better position, he was very close too, and was starting to feel weak as he slid in and out of you repeatedly. One hand was in your hair, the other went down to your clit to rub it furiously. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, he was killing you. And soon enough…

Your orgasm racked threw you so violently that you dig your nails in his back so hard that you drew blood, his healing factor making everything disappear in an instant. Shame. 

You screamed in pleasure, and you were pretty sure you heard someone say : “Hey, Logan’s back” from the corridor outside your room…

He thrust into you threw your orgasm, and the way your tight heat clenched around him, and his hot seed soon filled you. He fell back on you, not pulling out, letting his weight on your body, knowing you liked the feeling of him on your body. You were caressing soothingly his hair and back, planting kisses at the top of his head as his face was resting in the valley of your tits, kissing weakly the skin there. 

You stayed like this for a long time, in a conformable silence, that he broke. 


-So what ? 

You asked mischievously as he raised his head. He gave you his trademark “I’m not amused” look, and you smiled. You kinda loved his gruff and broody side, and to his annoyance, you thought it was very cute when he got a bit like that with you. It was an entire part of his personality, and you loved all of him. 

-Did I…Help ? 

You looked away, acting as if you were embarrassed, and you felt him stiffen…But only for a seconds as your laugh made your chest vibrate, and resonated threw him. 

-Yes you idiot, you helped. Couldn’t you hear how much you helped ? I’m pretty sure I was…very loud. 

He smiled and was about to pull out of you, knowing that if he didn’t, he was soon going to get hard again, but you stopped it. 

-What ? Done helping already ? 

He looked at you, stunned. He was so sure you were exhausted. 

-Well, I mean…I thought you…

-Oh honey, I was just getting started. 

And with the sexiest wink you could make, you squeezed the muscle of your cunt, and the feeling made him gasp in pleasure. 

-Unless you can’t keep up…

He smiled slyly, oh he could keep up, he could keep aaaaaall night. 

-Darlin’, if that’s a challenge, you’re in for a treat. 

And indeed you were. That night, he definitely removed any remnant traces of stress from your being as he fucked you until the sun rose. 

You slept threw the next day, and he helped you some more the next night. You were so glad it was the week-end and you could just take two days for yourself and your Wolverine…If anyone could see you two, his reputation would be ruined, as it was all cheesy love declaration and fluff…You loved it. Not always, because if he was telling you “I love you” all the time, then the words would lost all meaning. But right now, you needed it, so much. And he knew. 

The damn man knew you too well…And it was great. 


On Monday, you felt so much better. Your students were suddenly nice again (thanks to Logan’s intervention…but that, you’ll never know). There was no more paperworks, finally. And everything felt back into places again…Your boyfriend was definitely a good stress relief. 

Fin, hope you liked it, sorry it was so long, I got carried away…

Jealous-Scandalous-Idiot Love

Plot (Requested): Draco broke up with you, but he regretted it when you started hanging out too much with Blaise.

Warnings: Lots of Feelings.

Word Count: 897.

Author’s Note: If you want an imagine with your name, send me a request. English is NOT my first language, so if there are grammatical mistakes, you can text me and I’ll correct them. Thanks for the request darling. (◕‿◕✿) Hope you all like it. Xoxo.

It’s been a week since Draco broke up with you, but still you denied believing that. How could he believe that it was your fault that his father went to jail? Sure, you knew about the Dumbledore’s Army, but you’d never imagine that they’ll act against the Dark Lord, who’d says that Lucius would be involved.

Now, all you wanted to do was sit alone in the grass and wait for the last month of class to pass, so you could go home, far from your stupid ex boyfriend.

“Adel? What are you doing here? We’ve got class in a few minutes.”

You turned around to face your best friend, Blaise. He looked worried, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth sketching a smile.

“I know Blaise, I just…”

“Don’t want to go to class knowing that Malfoy is going to be there too, right?”


“Hear me, I know he’s mad at you, but he’s mad at everyone right now. What happened with his father… He’ll get over it and then he’ll come back to you. Don’t worry. In the min time, I’m here for anything you need.”

You smiled. It’s good to know you had someone to count with, and Blaise was actually a great option. When you’re with Draco, he’s too jealous to understand that you wanna hang around with your male friends, but now, you two were going to have time to catch up.

“Let’s go to class. You don’t want Snape to be forgive his favorite student in front of everyone.”

“Hey! Just because he likes me that doesn’t mean I get advantage.”

“I weren’t talking ‘bout you, I’m his favorite student.”

“A boy can dream.”, you joked and got up, going to potions class with him.

Two Weeks Later…

Draco hasn’t talked to you yet, but instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to enjoy the last days of class. Blaise particularly was helping you a lot to get over the pain; he was always joking around you, making you laugh and forget your problems.

“Can you believe it? She actually tried to kiss me! I’m disgusted.”

Blaise was doing drama, cause a Ravenclaw girl tried to kiss him. You were laying in his lap, laughing at his unbelievable insensitivity.

“Poor girl, Zabini. She must be heartbroken right now.”

“Oh, come on, you don’t just try to force someone to kiss you.”

In that moment, Draco walked in, looking at you to and rolling his eyes. Of course, as you were laying in Blaise’s lap, you couldn’t see it, but your friend could, and being so tired of that uncomfortable situation between you and Malfoy, he decided to help (in a not so discreet way).

“I mean, I understand her, of course, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?” He asked at you. You lough.

“How can you be so full of yourself?”

“I don’t know, but you must like it right? You were with Draco.”

At the mention of his name, the blonde boy turned to you, clearly annoyed, but also curious to see what you were going to say next.

“And you think I like you because of that?”

“I’m sure.” Blaise looked at Malfoy and pretended to bow over you as he was going to kiss you. That was the last drop needed to Draco to freak out. He got up and leaded to the sofa, pulling you from Blaise.


“Relax man, I was doing what I had to.”

“What you had to? You were going to fucking kiss my girl!”

“Excuse me?” You asked, trying to do not smile at the fact that he just called you “his girl” and focusing in the overly possessive attitude.

“Last time I checked, Malfoy, you broke up with her for something that was not her fault. She’s not your girl.” Draco blushed. He was screaming in the middle of the Common Room, making a hell of a scene and at the end, he was the wrong. “But”, Blaise continued, “she misses you as much as I’m sure you miss her. So fix thinks, you fucking idiot.”

He left the room smiling. You and Draco faced each other for a time, till you let go of his grip and run away. He ran after you, reaching you at an empty hall.

“Adel, I’m sorry…”

“Malfoy, I’m not in the mood for an argument, ok?”

“I’m not going to argue with you. Listen, I just want to apologize for what I’ve done, not only in the Common Room right now, but weeks ago, I shouldn’t have blamed you for something you couldn’t know, and I really regret it, ok? Seeing Zabini there, ready to kiss you, that… I don’t know how to explain, I just couldn’t let that happens. I…”

“What, Draco?” You asked, trying to stop your heart from melting with his words.

“I can’t lose you, and I’m sorry. Forgive me, please. I need you, Adelaine.”

Sighing, you opened your arms and hugged him. Draco pressed you against his chest, berrying his nose on your hair.

“It’s ok, you scandal king.”

He lough, and kissed the top of your head.

“Whatever you want. Just keep in mind that makes you the Scandal Queen. And that you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he couldn’t be more right.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his fingers running through the hairs on Aaron’s chest. His muscled, gorgeous, chest made all the more beautiful for it being Aaron’s.

“For what?” 

Aaron’s hand runs absentmindedly through Robert’s hair, gentle and soft and so loving Robert just sinks into it. Their relationship has always just been something Robert sinks into; after a long day, or a hard day, or any day, they fall back to each other, touching and kissing and talking with an ease that sometimes scares him.

“Today,” he says, his head lifting to meet Aaron’s gaze. 

Their legs are entangled, their naked bodies pressed against one another, still warm and slightly sweaty. They are relaxed in a way only really felt after intense release, and it’s almost the facet of their relationship Robert loves the most. Almost. 

“I can’t remember the last time I had such an amazing birthday,” Robert says and the corners of Aaron’s mouth lift in a small smile. 

“You’re just saying that because of all the s-”

“No, I’m not,” Robert interrupts. His hand goes to Aaron’s cheek, thumb caressing the skin there, before bends down and presses a sweet kiss to Aaron’s lips. 

“I love you Aaron,” he says, their lips inches apart. Their foreheads touch and it’s grounding, his mind overflowing. He has been in love before, but never as all-encompassing as it is with Aaron; heart bursting, toe-curling, ‘I can’t stop smiling’ love, and it’s moments like these where Robert doesn’t know how to contain it. 

Aaron pulls him back down, letting him rest his head on Aaron’s chest again as he continues running his hand through his hair. 

“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you,” Aaron says quietly. “I wanted to show you how much I love you.” 

Robert’s heart swells, and he wraps his arms around Aaron’s middle, squeezing, holding him close. The nights he spent alone, on a sofa, sleepless, fitful, awful run through his mind and he holds on tighter to the most important thing in his world.

“You have,” Robert whispers, pressing his lips to Aaron’s skin. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have; you’ve given me a home, a place I feel loved and protected and wanted.”

“Likewise,” Aaron says. 

Robert keeps his right arm around Aaron’s waist, his other arm curled up beneath his body. His breathing slows, his mind peaceful, tired after a day of being so relentlessly happy. 

“Good night, Mr Dingle,” Aaron says as he presses a kiss to Robert’s temple.

“G’night, Mr Sugden,” Robert manages through his exhaustion. Sleep takes him soon after, wrapped in the peaceful arms of his husband.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons on sex w dally? im in love with your hcs 😍

I thought you’d never ask ;)))))))))) and thank you :-)

- Dally LOVES knee high sock
- especially the ones with little bows on top
- this boi is honestly so rough but like…….hot rough
- very dominant
- but like lowkey turns him on when a girl is like nah I’m in control
-…lowkey daddy kink
- loves leaving dark hickies everywhere
- he is a butt guy fight me on this
- like he loves your butt
- he’s the type to keep ur panties in his pocket afterwards
- BiTe MaRkS
- during foreplay he is usually very needy
- ok afterwards I feel like he wouldn’t want you to leave right away (if it was just a one night stand) like he would want to lay there smoke a cig with one arm around you while you gently rub his chest and is cute lil belly
- yoooo if y'all are in a relationship and he cares about u and stuff expect nose kisses and running his hands through ur hair
- is a sucker for girls giving him forehead kisses during and after
- okokokokokokok when y'all are both reaching release he will like do this growl (jesus) and grab you roughly and flip you over so ur on top and he will like thrust into you while he’s whimpering and grunting into ur neck and hair and wow
- isn’t a fan of the backdoor
- spanking
- so much spanking
- and hair pulling


AN: There’s definitely some cheesy usage of the lyrics in Ruin. lol hope you guys enjoy it !

Originally posted by thugshawn

“He’s not good for you, Y/N. You know that, so why do you keep going back to him?” There was so much pain in Shawn’s eyes. He was the last person you expected to show up at your doorstep on a Saturday night.

“Shawn..why are you here? It’s late and I’m too tired to even comprehend what you’re saying.” You rub your temples, squinting against the light illuminating your front porch.

“Then think harder, Y/N. Please, because all I’m trying to do is help you.” Confusion has filled your mind, and you’re wondering where this is all coming from. Shawn had never shown signs of interest in dating you, or ever seemed to pay such close attention to your current relationship.

“I’m kind of taken aback right now. What made you think of this?” He walks closer, coming up the stairs. His hands deep in his pockets.

“I don’t like your boyfriend.”

“I’m getting that, but why?” He bounces back and forth on his heels and you can tell he’s trying to decide what to say next.

“Be honest,” you say, wanting nothing less.

“Do you think about me?” ‘Do I what?’

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“Finally they broke apart although Viktor kept their faces close together and Yuuri could still see the tears in his eyes even as he smiled, his breath hitching in his chest as he spoke.

“I’m sorry Yuuri.” Viktor told him, the words rushed and desperate, each one running into the next. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I love you and I’m sorry. I’ll say it again. I’ll say it a thousand times. I’ll say it every day from now until forever and I’ll never stop saying it.”

“It’s ok. Viktor, it’s ok.” Yuuri ran his hands through Viktor’s hair, bringing them down to cup his face and trying to wipe away some of the tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you. I forgive you. And I’m so sorry too.”

“For what?” Viktor asked, his voice sounding choked and his hands never letting go of Yuuri.

“For all these years.” Yuuri replied because what he was trying to say and to apologize for was so huge and even he didn’t quite fully understand it but he knew it needed to be said all the same.

“No. Not you.” Viktor shook his head, his voice stubborn. “There were things I should have done. Things I should have changed.” ”


Ok Viktor but what do you think you should have done? I WANT TO KNOW. By the way, I love EVERY WORD OF THIS DIALOGUE. And Yuuri comforting Viktor, saying it’s ok, he loves him, trying to wipe away his tears… njgkdnjkdnjkdnjkzjnklqndksn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thunder (Remus Lupin x Reader)

(Inspired by a scene in Sound of Music)

“Lumos.” You muttered as you brought the soft light of your wand to the clock on the side table. 12:34, you sighed “Nox.” Suddenly you jumped as a huge crash of thunder rumbled. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t afraid of much, but thunderstorms got you.
The rain hit your window, thumping like pebbles. You heard the soft sounds of slumber around you. You were obviously the only one up. Lightning flashed, and you threw your blanket over your head knowing what was about to come. The thunder roared, the storm felt as if the roof would be torn off. That’s it. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You jumped out of your bed and ran down the dorm stairs. You shivered, you were only wearing a black tank top with red and gold shorts. You swung open the boy’s dorm stairs and ran up to the Marauder’s room. You slowly opened the door, causing it to creak softly and then closed it behind you. Another crash of thunder made you jump. You then ran and tore open the four poster curtains of the one you needed most.
Remus jerked awake. His reading glasses crooked on his nose with a book loosely in his hand. He squinted as you stood over him. “(Y/N)? Are you ok-” he was cut off by the crash of thunder and you threw yourself to his chest. “Woah, it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay.” He chuckled as you held him tightly. “Don’t laugh at me.” You whined into his chest. “I know, I know. You’re not afraid of anything.” He kissed your head and stroked your hair. For a while you two laid there. You were practically shaking from the occasional crashes of thunder. But, the feeling of heat and love coming from the boy you were holding was just enough to make you start to feel safer. Remus smiled into your hair, relishing your smell. He held you close and hummed soft tunes in your ear, occasionally kissing your temple.
"What about the boys?” you whispered. “The boys?” ased Remus, brows knitted. “Pads, and Prongs, and Wormtail, they’re probably scared.” Remus let out a laugh, a crinkle eyed smile at this wonderful girl. “They’re almost grown men, and they go out once a month with a werewolf. I’m sure they’re fine.” No sooner did he finish his sentence when the biggest roar of thunder you’ve even heard shook the tower. You couldn’t help but let out a yelp. Suddenly the curtains on both sides of Remus’s bed were pulled open. You looked up to see James on your right with Peter and Sirius on your left. They were all wide-eyed.
"What do you guys want?” asked Remus annoyed that you two were disturbed. “We-.. uh” started Sirius. “We heard (Y/N) come up and we wanted to make sure she was okay.” finished James. They all nodded their heads unconvincingly.
"Well, she’s okay. You can go now” said Remus, obviously wanting them to go the hell away. Another thunder crashed and they all jumped into Remus’s bed. “No, no, no, no. We are not all sharing this bed.” groaned Remus. “C'mon Moony” you pleaded. “I’ll feel safer.” “Yeah, Moony, look at poor Wormtail, he’s scared out of his mind.” said Sirius. “Hey! You are too” countered Peter. “Am not!” Sirius growled back. “Guys, we’re in seventh year. Can you stop.” said Remus, rolling his eyes. “He started it!” yelled Sirius. “I did not!” yelled Peter back, defensively. “Fight, fight, fight, fight!” you and James chanted.
"Okay!” shouted Remus affectively silencing everyone. "If I say you all can sleep in here will you shut up?” You all looked at each other and nodded. “Alright then, everyone just try and sleep.” Thunder crashed again but softer, causing your breath to hitch.
Remus laid down on his pillow, and pulled you to him. James laid on his side next to you with an arm around your waist. Sirius laid across everyone’s legs and Peter slept in a ball in the corner. "Love you guys” you murmured into Remus’s chest. The boys all mumbled back their “love you too’s.” “You especially” you whispered as you looked up at Remus. He softly kissed your nose. “I love you more, Moony.” shout whispered James. Everyone then softly drifted asleep. They all woke violently the next morning to Lilly’s screeching laughter.

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Just as a fair warning, this story deals with termination of pregnancy within an established relationship. Please keep this in mind if you choose to read it.

Clarke wakes up almost simultaneously with rolling over and retching, stomach bile and last night’s dinner burning her tongue.

She coughs and feels lightheaded, her fingers shaking as they curl into the sheets. “Hey, hey,” Bellamy grunts, sleep hoarse as he runs a hand up Clarke’s back. His touch just makes Clarke’s stomach clench again and she gags, her stomach clenching and forcing up nothing.

“Babe,” Bellamy says, voice worried. He pulls her hair back from her face and holds it carefully in a fist as he sits up and scooches closer. “You ok?”

“Can you not touch me?” Clarke gasps and Bellamy lifts his hands off her, still holding her hair. “Sorry, I-”

“Don’t,” Bellamy says. “You need some water? Want me to get your mom?”

“No,” Clarke manages, resting her forehead against the back of her hand and trying to wipe her lips clean. “No, I’m ok.”

“Yeah, you sure look it,” Bellamy says dryly, but he reaches up across her and grabs the canteen of water. “Come on, Clarke. Just to rinse your mouth.”

Clarke takes it and manages a small sip. The water is cold and good, but she can’t imagine drinking too much. She passes it back to Bellamy with a whispered ‘thanks’ and feels like her whole body is shaking apart. She can feel Bellamy behind her, hovering and worried but trying not to touch her and she stretches her hand out, wiggles her fingers until he takes it and gives it a squeeze.

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Small rant...

Ok I love Hannibal so much I really do. I love the way it looks, I love the writing, the costume, the actors, the fight sequences. I have one issue ok. It’s an issue that I have with a lot of crime/forensic scenes WHY DOESNT BEVERLEY TIE HER HAIR UP WHEN SHES WORKING?????) SHE IS JUST GOING TO FIND HER OWN HAIR ON STUFF!!!! and breathe………

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Smoke- Alex Wennberg

Originally posted by 91-tavaress-blog

Alright y'all this is based off the song Smoke by PVRIS. I had never heard it but as soon as it started, this came to me. I suggest listening to the song while reading. Also! It’s not full blown smut, but it does get steamy so if you don’t like any of that… don’t read! :) Up next for those who skip: Artemi Panarin!

Warning: Steam, fights, smexy time

Anon Request: Can you do a steamy Alexander Wennberg imagine based off of the song Smoke by PVRIS? It can be smutty if you want.


              You were never one to like to see your boyfriend in fights, especially because he never really fought.

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anonymous asked:

could you share those headcanons?

ok tbh it all started with @isaksqueaks! she is the one to blame here not me

  • even wakes up in the middle of the night because isak throws an arm around even and literally uses even’s chest as a pillow instead, and even can feel the warm, soft, puffs of air hitting his stomach. even tiredly pulls a hand through isak’s hair, smiles, and drifts back to sleep with a heart surging with love

and then i wrote

  • even woke up this morning, a little groggy, a little heavy headed, isak’s head still nestled against even’s chest, like he didn’t move a centimeter all night, his hand grasped into even’s side as if he had a bad dream. so yeah, even is first to wake up, just minutes before the alarm goes off so he- very very carefully- tries to reach for both isak’s and his phone to turn the alarms off. they set their alarm a little earlier than necessary, just so they can spend some more time in bed, cuddling, talking about what they’re up to that day. but because isak seems so restless in his sleep, even strokes his hair, feels the damp hair and the heated forehead, whispers a “wake up, isak” almost inaudible for isak to hear against isak’s ear, gets a groggy groan in response and they kiss for a while, make isak come down and forget his bad dream and even strokes through isak’s hair and they forget the time a little so they have to rush through their morning routine
    • and that’s why some days isak still wears snapbacks, because even spend too much time in the morning stroking through his hair (and like “even, i just fixed my hair” “so you do care about your hair” and isak just fondly rolls his eyes)

but also then! i had to read this attack by sora!

  • in his sleep, isak tends to position himself as a cover on even, just spread over even’s body with soft snores. even loves it, because he can feel isak’s weight over him– but it doesn’t feel claustrophobic. it feels nice and safe. it reminds him that isak is always there. so even pulls isak closer, breathes in everything that isak is from his hair and closes his eyes. isak is his home.

and i would kindly like to call her out

Of course! Read more under the cut.
I added V and Saeran to this as well!


- honestly not too nervous

- he’s heard you talk to your mom before and she’s really sweet, he’s even talked to her as well

- you’re super nervous though because you’ve never brought a guy home before

- A few high school dates but not someone you’ve been serious about

- He kisses your cheek and let’s you know everything’s going to be fine, no one can resist his charms ~

- as soon as your parents greet you both at the door they’re taken aback by Zen’s looks

- especially your mom

- “ Gosh MC, I never knew this was your taste in men! ”

- you’re so embarrassed

- but Zen thinks it’s the cutest thing!! He kisses your moms hand like a gentleman

- your dad doesn’t really like him at first because he thinks he’s a player

- but once Zen chats with him more throughout the evening he warms up to him

- your sisters are so jealous

- “ if you two break up i call dibs ”

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Forbidden Flame

Part 1 (Here) Part 2

“Now Now,” Michael interrupted as he put a hand on each of your shoulders. “What the fuck is my best friends hand doing up my little cousins skirt?” You both quickly pulled away from each other you felt your face burning red while Isaiah shot right up to his feet.

“Didn’t see you there mate,” Isaiah was trying to avoid the conversation. You couldn’t be bothered with all the hiding especially now you weren’t really hiding anymore.

“We need to talk, but not here,” you break the awkward silence between you all and head for the books room.

“What are you doing?” Isaiah asks clearly worried.

“I can’t be bothered with it anymore.”

“If your brothers find out they’ll kill me.”

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Order a Brownie

*Shrugs* I had a mini breakdown about my writing so I decided to write something really silly to have fun and stop being so stressed about it. 

So, yeah; based on one of those ‘Imagine your OTP’ prompt. I dunno where it is tho…*shurgs* Enjoy? :) 

Ps. It’s settled in a Modern College Au; Keith lives with his bro Shiro while Lance, Pidge and Hunk share an apartment. So yeah, they are around 19-20. 

Also, I used She/Her pronouns for Pidge but you can honestly read them as you want? With however you feel more comfortable, so, yeah, just wanted to let you know. 

Ps2. Excuse any grammar errors, sowwy? 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

[18:09 pm] Kinda Ok Mullet: So, yeah? I was thinking maybe you would like to go? I remembered that you said you loved the ice cream shop at the shore so maybe….we could meet up there and have ice cream? but only if you want to, I mean, psh, of course I know it’s winter but they also have brownies and I know you love their brownies and

To be quite honest, Lance finds it totally justified that he stopped reading after…

Well, after he was hit with the realization that his crush had just asked him out.

Which is also exactly why he also finds it totally justified when he yelps in shock and throws his cellphone away from him, wincing guiltily when it falls to his carpeted floor.

“Sorry, phone!” The teen yells, not at all apologetic before he’s scrambling out of the cocoon of blankets he was inside of, “Hunk! HUNK! HUNK I HAVE A CODE RED!”

“Is this a Code Red meaning Keith, or Code Red meaning you bought another cat online?” His best friend’s voice answers him from the living room and Lance huffs as he enters and flops himself on top of his friend’s lap, “Code Red meaning Keith, got it.”

“He asked me out.” Lance whispers, staring at the ceiling in a daze before a small bright smile grows on his lips, “He – He asked me out, Hunk! KEITH ASKED ME OUT!”

“Fucking finally!” Shouts Pidge’s voice from the kitchen and neither of them need to turn around to know the young teen is hopped on the cabinet typing in her laptop, “About fucking time.”

“Language.” Hunk chimes, frowning disapprovingly before he looks down at his best friend, “I’m happy for you buddy, and yeah, like Pidge said: it’s about time.”

“I said it was about fucking time.”


“Hush, Capitan Hunk.”

“HE ASKED ME OUT!” Lance squeals, squishing his own cheeks in disbelief and then covering his blushing face, “He fucking asked me out, oh my god, what? Is this real? Please don’t wake me up if it’s not.”

“You guys keep swearing, so I’m pretty sure this is real.” Hunk shrugs, smiling amusedly at his friend, “In my dreams you two are angels and not demons who swear like sailors.”

“Psh, in my dreams we are all robots. Now, that’s a dream.” Pidge laughs as she looks up at her friends with a grin, “Robots who rule the world, what better dream than that?”

“Psh, the dream of Keith asking ME out, that’s a better one, easy!” Lance shots back, grin wide and happy as he grabs the cushion behind him and hugs it tight against his chest, “He asked me out!”

“Oh god, Lance has gone into fangirling mode.” Pidge groans and Hunk laughs, patting the brunet’s messy hair playfully.

“Let him be, he’s excited.”

“He asked me out!”

“He’s a fool in love.”

“Keith! Keith asked me out!”

“…Ok, I’m really happy for you but it’s your turn to make dinner, Lance.”

“He asked me out!”

Pidge and Hunk share a look before Hunk shrugs helplessly and Pidge sighs. “Fine, I’m going to order take out.”


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It doesn't hurt at all

Requested by: all-those-fandoms

Request: The reader who is a runner gets hurt and Newt has to take care of her and he falls in love with her? Could it be super fluffy and not smut?

Pairing: Reader x Newt

Warnings: none

A/n: ok it’s kinda short and also kinda bad…I wrote most of it at like 1 am last night so hope you still like it!


Your chest heaved with every quick breath you took, your mouth quickly drying out. The sweat gleamed on your forehead causing loose strands of hair to stick to your cheeks and your lungs burned from your long distance run. The only sounds were the thumps of your tennis shoes hitting the hard stone ground and your quick breaths. You didn’t stop, not even to get water to cure your dry mouth. If you stopped, it would hurt more to start again. Your eyes were glued to the turns and corners in front of you which was the reason you didn’t see the large root until it was too late.

You flew forward and landed hard on your right arm, a loud crack echoing off the walls. You clenched your teeth as an unbearable pain shot through your whole arm and you rolled onto your back, squeezing your eyes shut before sitting up and looking at your elbow. It looked perfectly normal so you began to pick yourself up, using both your arms to push yourself up. You instantly fell back onto the cement with a cry in response to the amount of pain in your arm.

You stayed down for another minute until the pain wasn’t as bad before attempting to stand up again. This time, you didn’t use your right arm. You used the ivy covered walls to pull yourself up and get you onto your feet. You winced as you took a step forward, for your ankle had also suffered from the fall. You took small limpy steps forward, trying hard not to cry out due to the pain in both your arm and your ankle.

After about half an hour of painful limping, you found the Glade.

“Newt!” You called loudly as you reached the doors, stumbling into the glade. “Newt!” Y

Newt had been your best friend the moment you arrived in the glade. He had always been there for you, through the good and the bad and if you trusted anyone to help you, it was him.

“Y/n?” Newt asked, a concerned tone in his voice as you saw him jog towards you, stopping only when he stood before you. “Y/n why are you limping? What happened?”

“I-I can’t move my arm.” You said in a panicked tone as you looked into his dark, concerned eyes, tears pooling in yours.

“Y-you what? What happened Y/n?” He asked as he placed a hand on your broken arm. You winced and a smile cry escaped your dry lips.

“I tripped. I think I broke my arm and sprained my ankle. Newt I can’t move it, please help me to the medjacks.” You pleaded, a year falling from your eye.

“Of course! Yeah! Here.” He went to your left side and draped your good arm around his neck, holding your hand tightly in his as he moved his other hand around your waist.

“Thank you Newt.” You said softly as you limped along beside him, occasionally flinching from the pain in your ankle.

When you finally reached the Medjack hut, Newt helped you onto one of the beds and went to go find Jeff or Clint. You were crying by the time they came back.

“Y/n? Love? Are you alright? How badly does it hurt?” Newt said quickly as he stepped in front of you, pushing a stray piece of hair away from your damp cheek.

“I can’t move it.” You repeated looking from Jeff to Clint and then at Newt who looked the most concerned out of everyone. “I tripped on a root in the maze and fell on my arm. There was a loud cracking sound and then I couldn’t move it. It hurts a lot. So does my ankle. I think I twisted it when I tripped.”

“We’ll get some painkillers and then take a look.” Jeff said as he turned to the cabinet and shuffled through some pill containers. Newt stepped closer to you and raised your chin with his fingers so you were looking into his eyes.

“You’ll be okay love. I promise you.” He spoke so softly you couldn’t help but believe it. You nodded and bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut as another wave of pain traveled through your arm. “And Y/n?”

You opened your eyes once again and met his warm, comforting eyes. “Yes Newt?”

“This may not be the best time to tell you this…but…” Newt’s gaze traveled to the floor before looking back at you. “I really really like you Y/n. I might even love you. I just- I’m sorry if this is the wrong time or anything but I-”

“Newt,” you said softly, a smile spreading across your face. “This was the perfect time.” You reached up and grabbed the front of his hoodie in your fingers with your good arm and pulled him towards you until your lips collided. After he got over the shock of what had just happened, Newt placed his arms around your waist and took control of the kiss, deepening it to his liking.

When you pulled away, you ran your fingers through his disheveled golden locks and he leaned forward, kissing your forehead lightly.

“So how’s that arm?” He asked, his eyes darting to your limp arm beside you.

You knew it was broken which obviously caused a great load of pain, but at the moment all you could feel was his kiss on your lips and the butterflies in your stomach.

“Oh. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

noah fence but louis and harry backstage right before he was to go on… super nervous but like it was ok! because his boy was there! and louis running his fingers thru harry’s hair to calm him down, telling him he knows harry’s going to kill it! and he does! and then backstage louis greets him with a smooch bc his baby did that! ….. tonight, curled up on the couch… watching it all snuggled up:( harry laying on louis’ chest and he’s kinda shy bc they’re going to be Watching Him on tv,,, alone , and louis kisses him on the head and tells him he’s brilliant :( and how proud he is of him :(

anonymous asked:

i recently read a ff where jk is famous and jm is a fan and last night i was thinking about how cute it would also be if it was the other way around (jk going to a fanmeeting and being nervous and shy when he meets jm and jm being really cute and nice to him) and i kinda need you to write about this please

“You’re going to chew your fingers off at this rate.” Seokjin says in amusement as Jungkook keeps nibbling on his finger nails.

“H-How can I not?” Jungkook says as his hands go down to play with his camera, “I’m going to see Jimin Hyung…”

Jungkook blushes as he imagines finally seeing Park Jimin, Angel voice and amazing dance fairy in person. Jungkook was living in American during Jimin’s debut and Jungkook cries over the miss opportunity to see him. Now 2 years later Jungkook is sitting in a fan meeting with waiting to see Park Jimin.

“You’re so cute.” Seokjin, his cousin, coos and pats his head. Jungkook pouts at him and before he can reapond the lights flicker and Jimin suddenly appears on stage. Jungkook gasps as he freezes. How can a human be so beautiful?

“Morning everyone!” Jimin says with a smile, “did you all wait long?”

“No!” Jungkook and the crowd reapond’s. Seokjin chuckles at how enchanted Jungkook is with Jimin. The elder sneaks Jungkook’s camera away so he can take pictures for his cousin.

The fan meeting goes smoothly for the most part. Jimin is charming and makes everyone laugh. Soon the high touch starts and Jungkook feels himself sweating.

“Go on.” Seokjin says handing Jungkook Jimin’s album to get sign. “Tell him how much you love him.” Jungkook blushes as he moves away from Seokjin who laughs. Jungkook soon finds himself next in line to see Jimin.

Again, how is someone so beautiful!?

Jungkook is shaking when he gets on his knees in front of the table Jimin is sitting at. Jimin smiles fondly at him and Jungkook swallows painfully.

“Hello, you’re new.” Jimin says softly as he takes Jungkook’s album and Jungkook freezes when Jimin’s soft fingers brush against his. “W hats your name?”

“Jeon…Jungkook.” Jungkook whispers as his cheeks go bright red. Jimin smile brightens as his pen touches the album page.

“Cutie Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin sighs happily as he signs the page before handing it back to Jungkook. “Come visit me again ok cutie?”

Jungkook eyes widen as his mind goes blank. Jimin looks heavenly in the lighting and voice is like velvet and he is calling him a cutie and so many emotions are going through him and Jimin is smiling at him and he just can’t!

“I love you!” Jungkook declares before he can stop it. Jimin looks a little shock by the sudden outburst before he starts giggling cutely. Jungkook face darkens to the shade of a lipstick while Jimin can’t stop giggling.

“Seriously, you’re way to cute.” Jimin leans forward as he pets Jungkook’s hair. “Come and confess to me again, ok?” Jungkook nods dumbly before staff shoos him away.

Jungkook hugs his album to his chest as he goes back to his seat. Jungkook watches as Jimin entertains other fans as his mind trys realize what happen. Seokjin takes pictures of his cousin who looks dumbfounded.

Jimin announces that the fan meeting is over 15 minutes later but doesn’t leave with out shooting Jungkook a wink. Jungkook blushes and Seokjin pats his back while laughing.

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Frisky anon asked: 

can i request for a really really smutty scenario with sehun pls? it’s been a really long time since you’ve last seen each other, but he’s finally back from tour and y'all get steamy in the hot tub / pool?

Word Count: 1572
Genre: Smut. There’s love in it, but it’s smut.
Warnings: It’s smut. Stay away if you’re a minor.

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anonymous asked:

Ok um you're too amazing?? and I love you a lot,, And I wanna request?? A fluffy drabble of Armin laying on Candy's chest and she just pets his hair and stuff (basically laying down and cuddling) and he got super sleepy and fell asleep on it? And Candy thinks he's super cute and just kisses his forehead and says 'I can't believe you're mine?' thank you,,

Aw thanks anon and thanks for the fluffy request!! I love fluff pieces, it’s a bit short but I hope you like it!

It was Armin’s idea to have a Tolkien marathon – the Hobbit trilogy followed by the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Armin had explained to her, no matter how much she explained that she already knew Tolkien. It didn’t stop him from the same speech he always gave whenever Tolkien came up, explaining Middle Earth’s history in depth. He had gave that speech often enough, she could quote it word for word. But at least a three day weekend off school made the marathon somewhat possible if one had enough coffee. They didn’t.

She looked down at her boyfriend, who was comfortably snuggled on her chest with his body curled against hers. His deep breathing was set to the rhythm of hers and she swear that he was weightless. She tried to tell him that a Tolkien marathon like he planned would be impossible, or at the very least one (or both) of them would fall asleep before it was over. He bet her that they could last all the way to the beginning scene of The Two Towers. To make it more interesting, she bet that he would fall asleep during or just after Thorin’s death. She was close. He passed out on her chest just after Thorin became victim to the madness of the gold. She watched the movie for a while, but her eyes always drifted to Armin.

She smiled fondly and ran her fingers through his hair. It was soft between her fingers and ran through them like silky waves of a dark ocean. She loved the way he felt on top of her. Weightless, but a perfect fit. A right fit. Whenever she slept alone, it always took forever because of how empty it felt. Her dreams were always filled with his bright eyes and she always woke up missing him even more.

She thrived on their time together – whether it was sexual in nature, fighting over which romance they should choose in the latest Mass Effect (which they played together so they could experience it at the same time), them binge watching the latest season of Daredevil on Netflix, or moments like this.

“I can’t believe your mine,” Candy whispered, meaning every word.

Armin was everything she could ever want – someone who made her laugh, understood her love for superheroes and video games and never once made fun of her, and more importantly… He made her happy.

She hoped she made him happy too.

She pressed a light kiss to his forehead before she snuggled herself farther into the pillows and blankets, closing her eyes as the ending credits of Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies softly played through the air.