i mean...there are nips

Across the Universe - Book Teaser #1


Laughing seemed to come easy whenever Jimin was around Yoongi; the two of them frequenting their secret spot in the forest every day since their first meeting. They’d stay up talking deep into the night, sometimes not separating until the sun’s rays peeked through the dense leaves.

“What’s your favorite color?” Yoongi asked one evening, sprawled out on a blanket Jimin had brought the day before.

“Hmm…“ Jimin hummed, mulling the question over from his spot next to Yoongi. "I like a lot of colors but right now…I think I like yellow the most.”

“Why?”

Jimin stretched his arms up away from the ground, fingers grasping at the passing clouds in the star speckled sky. “Maybe it has something to do with the little bit of sun we get during the winter. Lately when I see the color yellow it makes me really happy.” His arms fell back to his sides, fingers brushing against Yoongi’s in the process and instinctively curling to hook themselves around his hand.

Yoongi shifted slightly and Jimin immediately retracted, not-so-smoothly shoving both hands into his jacket pockets as Yoongi’s gaze dropped down from the sky and settled onto his face.

“You have a bad habit of doing that, you know,” Jimin mumbled after seconds of silence. He didn’t avert his gaze as he spoke, still focusing on the the trees, pinching at the lining of his jacket.  "You’re always staring.”

Yoongi turned onto his side towards Jimin and propped up his head using the palm of his hand. “I like yellow too.”

Jimin peered over at him–lips curved upward and eyes brimming with warmth–before immediately returning his attention upward. “Ye-yeah, well it’s a nice–”

“Your aura,” Yoongi interrupted, “it’s yellow.”

“My what?”

Yoongi sat up and crawled over to Jimin who was still lying on his back. “Your aura,” he began, hovering over Jimin and tracing the outline of his body, “is the energy you give off. Every living thing gives off energy and that energy has a color.”

“Every living thing?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Animals and plants?”

Yoongi nodded again.

Jimin pointed at the nearest tree, his eyes narrowed. “That? That tree has a color?”

This time, Yoongi sighed. “Yeah.”

“And me?” Jimin poked his chest. “I have a color too?”

“You have colors.”

“Colors…?”

“Like a flame. It’s really pretty…” Yoongi reached out to caress the imaginary light and even though he was nowhere near close to touching him, Jimin held his breath in anticipation.

“Does…everyone have more than one?”

Yoongi shook his head. “It’s rare.”

“Is it a…a bad thing?”

“Having more than one? No.”

“Ah…” Jimin nodded, taking it all in. “Are my colors…good colors?”

“Nothing fits neatly into those categories of ‘good’ and 'bad’. It’s all subjective, isn’t it?”

Jimin punched Yoongi lightly in the arm. “Just answer the–”

“Yellow…” Yoongi leaned in close, catching Jimin off guard. “…happiness.” His hand brushed against the top of Jimin’s head and followed the curves of his body. “Pink…tenderness, gentleness, and love.”

“So basically…I’m perfect.” Jimin smirked, his breathing unsteady and shallow.

"Don’t flatter yourself, brat.” Yoongi tucked a lock of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “I think we both know you’re far from perfect.”

Of course Jimin knew he wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t always eye-smiles and sunshine, giggles and toothy grins. Most times he was self-critical; holding himself to standards that weren’t realistic, measuring his self-worth in the approval of others. He was constantly performing, whether he was on stage or not, showcasing traits he believed would garner attention and praise.

And somehow this stranger–this Min Yoongi–had the ability to see through his well constructed facade after only knowing him for a few days. With the simplest of words, he managed to stir something inside of Jimin that both terrified and excited him.

Somewhere in between reconciling those two emotions, Jimin blurted out, “I think I like you.”

Yoongi’s fingers paused in the air, head tilted as he withdrew his hand. “You think you like me?”

“I can’t…can’t explain it and it's–I’m usually not like–”

Yoongi pressed a finger against Jimin’s mouth. “Stop overthinking. You’ll ruin it.”

“Ru–ruin? Ruin what?”

“The moment,” he whispered, bending forward and resting his forehead against Jimin’s.

“Ah…” Jimin clung to the blanket beneath them, eyes screwing shut and lips pursed.

He waited for what seemed like hours, growing impatient after nothing but warm puffs of air from their breathing. Jimin opened one eye hesitantly, then the other, before realizing that Yoongi was no longer leaning against him, his face even further away than it was before.

“Aren’t you…aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Yoongi tapped Jimin’s bottom lip. “Kiss?”

“Yeah, well…you said–I mean, I thought–” Jimin could feel pinpricks of embarrassment nipping at his cheeks and ears.

“But you’re a prince. Shouldn’t I court you properly first?”

Jimin gaped at him, blinking profusely before they both broke into a fit of giggles, doubling over and falling on top of each other in the process.

“Come on, little prince.” Yoongi grinned, helping a flustered Jimin stand and straighten his clothes after they’d managed to detangle themselves. “Let me buy you some dinner.”

✨  across the universe is a yoonmin fanbook by @possesen​ and @jiminthefairyprince​  due for release this summer! ✨ 

anonymous asked:

I read your hannigram fic with each chapter being a new soulmate prompt- and I thought I'd propose the "You have a tattoo of how old you both are when you meet" one?? I mean, probs not as angsty as some other options but still some good possibilities!!

The morning Will turns 38 he pulls the covers over his head and screams.

He is not ready for this. He does not want this, did not sign up for it, he was not asked if he was okay with being cosmically tied to someone he’s never met.

He can hide in bed for a year, right?

He calls in sick to work and spends the day rubbing the glowing 3846 on the inside of his arm, hoping if he concentrates hard enough he can make it go away.

-x-

He meets Hannibal Lecter when he is 38 years and seven months old.

He knows right away, from the itch under his sleeve. Hannibal looks the right age, though there’s no chance to glimpse his mark underneath the bespoke suit layers. He asks anyway.

“How old are you Doctor Lecter?”

Hannibal smiles coolly. “45.”

Oh.

Will tries not to be disappointed. He didn’t want this anyway. And a psychiatrist for a soulmate would probably be unbearable.

It’s just, he’s handsome - but more than that, he’s interesting. Erudite but a little strange. They might have been suited for each other, in another life.

Also his cheekbones could cut glass and Will wants to lick them.

When’s your birthday? Will wants to ask. Is it in the next five months? Can you handle a man with a broken brain? Have you ever sucked a dick before?

A darker, deeper voice inside him wants to ask Can I suck yours?

“You want to know when my birthday is,” Hannibal observes.

Will really hopes Hannibal didn’t intuit any of his other questions.

“No,” Will says too quickly. “Why would I want to know that?”

“Because your arm is burning. You’re rubbing at the skin where your mark should be. I assume there is a 46 next to your 38?”

Will freezes.

“How do you know I’m 38?”

Hannibal doesn’t answer. Instead he crowds in on Will, walking him backwards until his back bumps against the ladder in his office.

“My birthday is next week,” Hannibal purrs.

He cups Will’s shoulder in one hand and his hip in the other.

“I assume I’ll feel a similar itch then.”

His lips are so, so close. Will shudders and his head flops back, thumping softly against the ladder.

“How do you know?” Will breathes.

Hannibal leans in close and honest-to-God smells Will. Loud and extravagant. He makes a pleased, rumbling sound like a big cat.

“I know,” Hannibal whispers in his ear. His breath is hot and sends shivers ghosting from Will’s spine to his fingertips. Hannibal begins kneading his hip with his left hand, and the hand cupping his shoulder slides up to caress his face, long fingers sinking into Will’s disheveled curls.

“What are you d–”

His words are swallowed by Hannibal’s greedy mouth, who licks and paws at him with almost violent need. It’s an extraordinary first kiss, far from polite and just on the right side of filthy. Hannibal widens his stance and Will squeezes the meat of his ass with a growl.

When did he grab Hannibal’s ass? Never mind, he doesn’t care. At some point his shirt became half-buttoned and Hannibal is now biting his nipple, nothing matters except the heated press of their bodies and the rocketing of his heart.

Then Hannibal tears his mouth away and steps back. Will whimpers and reaches for him but Hannibal keeps his distance.

“I have always loathed the concept of soulmates.” Hannibal’s voice is low and gruff. “The very idea of being tied to someone at the moment of my birth - a person whose identity I have no control over - it has always sickened me.”

Will licks his lips and sucks in a breath.

“I was determined to never meet my soulmate, and if I could not prevent that, I would reject them.”

Will’s stomach drops. Fuck.

“And then I met you.” Hannibal rubs the pad of his fingertips over his swollen mouth. “From the instant you walked in here, I wanted.”

A shaky smile dances over Will’s face. Hannibal mirrors it.

“I know the feeling,” Will says.

“Well.” Hannibal steps back into his space, hands at Will’s waist as he pulls him close to his chest. Beneath the cotton of his shirt, Will’s mark burns like fire. He’s starting to feel dizzy.

“Let us show Fate what she has done in bringing us together.”

Will’s eyes drift closed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean.” Hannibal leans in and nips at his ear. “That together.” He kisses Will’s throat, holds his mouth open over Will’s pulse.

“We can be monsters.”

5

Theo Raeken x Werewolf!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, masturbation.
Word count: 809

Tags:  @17jenny​, @peacefullytatted01

A/N: Well well well, sometimes I’m having my own ideas, for imagines. SHOCKER!


“Have anyone seen Y/N today?” your English teacher looked out among her other students and frowned when she didn’t see you in your regular seat, diagonally in front of Theo. “I thought I saw her this morning.” she added.

“She’s taking care of herself.” Theo smirked for himself when the teacher gave him a glance. “Excuse me?” she looked confusingly down at Theo, who was still smirking, but raised his eyebrows before answering and coughed to hide a scoff.

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hcndsomejcck  asked:

*throws catnip on*

Thank you guest artist @cyber-phobia206

I wonder if he will end up flying if you sprinkle enough fairy dust er I mean cat nip on him.

If you want to see more of cyber-phobia206′s work, may I recommend checking out their blog? It is pretty dang quality! [HERE]

I’m sorry, but why does no one ever TALK ABOUT THIS

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Cara: Mother? Where on earth have you been?  I’ve been looking all over for you. you’ve been gone all day!

Cilegia: Well, honey. You’re doing a grand job with your little garden. But I noticed we were running out of the essential. You know meat and fish. So I just nipped out to get them. I mean we can’t starve and we’re dreadful fishers. Took longer than I’d hoped since our little paradise is such a long way away from the mainland. 

Weird Things That Were Said During the Pastel Easter Baking Video

~Pastel lemon meringue easter treat delicious extravaganza weasel mouth friends
~I think we can go all the way. so, are you suggesting that we should get get pastelly up in this kitchen?
~You were just tweaking the nipple of the lemon. 
~No sniffing, no tweaking, no milking.
~Don’t stick it in my face, Phil!
~Now you know who would win in a sword fight.
~Drop ur mum’s utensil on the door (not even legit I just had to)
~Imagine you’re waxing it.
~*moaning while Phil cuts up lemon*
~OK SWAP DAN I’M DYING
~Soft peaks
~*violently squeezing and shaking lemon while moaning*
~No lick.
~Get your tongue out of the gutter.
~Time to whack ‘em in the piping bags.
~Delicately spoon them in. No whacking.
~WHAT UP I’VE JUST BEEN BORN GIVE ME THE TIT
~Why does my mind always go to lambing when I stick my hand in things?
~I JUST WANT TO LICK IT RIGHT NOW
~With little nips. (I mean peaks)
~Phil, you just knocked the eggs into me.
~I’m gonna just do like a poop with a smaller poop on top.
~Whack 'em in the ove.
~Hey guys. Daniel X Dream here. Welcome to the baking intermission. Things are about to get s- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAAAAA 
~Impreg fic *holding out Dan’s dungarees and pretending he’s pregnant*
~Those are boobs.
~Now it looks like someone is lactating blood.
~What has happened to that boob?
~Look at the peak in that cloud. I wanna stick that in my mouth.
~You see my actual orgasm face again. Here we go again on AmazingPhil.
~MMM… GET THOSE HARD PEAKS INTO MY MOUTH!!
~Tickle a lamb. Stroke a bunny. Do nothing that we said in this video.
~See a doctor if your nipples are bleeding.

Not That Type Of Video

“We need to go film.” Joe mumbles, his eyes drifting shut as Jack’s fingers make their way through his hair.

“We will.” Jack replies, his one arm shifting its grip around his boyfriend.

“I need a video for Sunday.”

“You’ll get one.”

“Why are you so comfy?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Jack chuckles, his chest vibrating enough that it causes Joe to lift his head, his chin resting on Jack’s chest to look him in the eyes.

“You’ve ruined it now.” Joe tells him, pouting slightly.

“So sorry.” Jack rolls his eyes, a teasing smile on his lips.

“No you’re not.”

“Not really.”

“You can’t be mean, Jack.” Joe sighs, leaning into Jack’s hand, which is still playing with his hair.

“I’m not being mean!” Jack laughs, his body shaking.

“Stop moving!”

“Stop making me laugh!”

With a small growl, Joe sits up so he’s straddling Jack’s hips, hands braced against the younger man’s chest. “You’re being mean.”

“Am I?” Jack’s hands find Joe’s hips, and he gives them a small squeeze, smirking up at his boyfriend.

“Yes.”

“Would a kiss make it better?”

“Yes.” Joe smiles, bending down to kiss Jack softly. “Much better.” He mumbles against his lips, sighing as Jack’s hands travel up from his hips.

But then his fingers brush against Joe’s side, right where he’s ticklish, and Joe flinches away, eyes widening as Jack smirks at him again.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Jack asks, his fingers brushing against Joe’s side again.

“Jack!” Joe jumps again, but his boyfriend is quicker, and he surges upwards, forcing Joe back against the other end of the couch, and he continues to tickle his sides, smiling at the laughter pouring from Joe’s lips.

“Stop, Jack!” He tries to wiggle his way out of the younger man’s grip, but Jack just chuckles and continues to tickle him.

“Nope. You called me mean!”

“I’m sorry!” Joe laughs, his head thrown back, eyes closed.

“Are you though?” Jack questions, pausing as he hovers over Joe, hands millimetres from the smaller man’s body.

“Yes.” Joe gasps out, wiping at the tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Good.” Jack comments, ducking down to kiss Joe on the lips, and then along his jaw and down onto his neck.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Joe gasps out, his words breathy as his hands move around Jack’s back, grasping at his t-shirt.

“Showing you how mean I can be…” Jack mumbles into Joe’s skin, nipping lightly.

“W-wait,” Joe says, even as he pulls his boyfriends body closer.

“For what?”

“Video. We need-“ He pauses to let out a moan, his eyes slipping closed. “We need to film.”

“Fuck filming.” Jack growls, rolling his hips against Joe.

“Not that type of video.” Joe manages to get out, his laughter weak as Jack rolls his hips again.


“Come on!” Josh’s voice causes them to both freeze, and Joe can feel his cheeks turn red as he buries his face into Jack’s shoulder.

“That’s our couch, you guys.” Conor sighs, and Jack turns to see his brother and roommate standing near the front door.

“Oh gods…” Joe mumbles into Jack’s shirt, smacking his boyfriends shoulder as the body above him begins to shake with laughter.

“You two are hopeless.” Josh groans. “We leave you alone for an hour, and you’re already doing it on the bloody couch.”

“We weren’t doing anything!” Joe says, pushing at Jack’s chest, scrambling to sit up on the couch.

“Not yet.” Jack smirks, still laughing at his boyfriend’s flustered expression.

“We can leave and come back, if you want.” Conor says, leaning against the wall.

“That’d be good.” Jack shrugs.

“What?! No! Gods. Can we please stop.” Joe lets his head fall into his hands. “This is so awkward.”

“Well if you two went over to Joe’s, you know, where there isn’t anyone else living, then we wouldn’t have to deal with this.” Josh drawls, moving into the kitchen.

“We were supposed to be filming a video!” Joe tries to explain, but the other three ignore him.

“We need to implement a system.” Conor says to Josh, “Maybe start the whole sock on the door thing.”

“That would work.” Josh nods while Jack tugs at Joe’s hands, away from his face.

“Come on, babe. We have to go film a video.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No you don’t.” Jack tells Joe, pulling him up from the couch. “We’re going to go film now!”

“Oh gods!” Conor’s head pops around the corner, “It better not be that type of video!”

“I hate you all!” Joe groans, face burning as he heads into Jack’s room.

“Not that type of video,” Jack tells Conor, winking at his brother. “Not yet. We’ll make sure to hang a sock if it is.”

“Go to Joe’s for that type of video!” Josh calls out in reply while Joe lets out another groan.

Conor shakes his head as he watches Jack head for his bedroom, laughing loudly.

  • Danny: It’s just.. Look I care about you, Steve. And this kind of stuff, the emotional stuff, it’s not your thing. I thought I’d save you the trouble.
  • Steve: Maybe I don’t wanna be saved the trouble. Maybe I want the trouble. I haven’t wanted the trouble in a long time, but with you, the trouble doesn’t seem so troubling. I don’t know, I thought… I guess I thought you felt the same way.
  • Danny: Maybe I do. I don’t know. I’m not exactly the biggest confronter of feelings. I mean, clearly there's something between us. Maybe my head was saying “Nip it in the bud”, because my heart was saying something else. Look, I have feelings for you, Steve. Maybe I even love you.
  • Steve: Wow. This is going pretty fast, don’t you think?
  • Danny: What?
  • Steve: We have a really good friendship going. Why screw up a good thing? Friends?
  • Danny: Friends.
  • Steve: Oh my god, you just did it again.
  • Danny: I did not.
  • Steve: You did, you little minx.
  • Danny: Okay you’re right, I did..
  • Steve: Why are you so afraid of giving this a chance?
  • Danny: Because I am scared of how much I like you.
  • Steve: Wow, this is a bad idea.
  • Danny: You’re right, this is a mistake.
  • Steve: Yes. No.
  • Danny: I love you.
  • Steve: Let’s be friends.
  • Danny: Okay. Friends then.
  • Steve: I love you.
  • Danny: Let’s get married.
  • Steve: No, you’re smothering me.
  • Danny: Okay, forget it.
Crossfire - Chapter One

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Michael (Young John Winchester) x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1974
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, angst, swearing, kidnapping, character deaths

A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first full fanfiction, Crossfire, inspired by Brandon Flowers’ song. I hope you enjoy. Also, parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics)

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel,

A blonde woman in a grey coat trembled as she stared at the pile of ashes lying at her feet. She looked no more than in her late twenties or early thirties. She grasped a sharp object beside her and wielded it in front of her face as she gazed at the man cornering her. He was attractive to say the least – with dark brown, almost jet black hair, golden skin and piercing dark eyes that were filled with an air of arrogance that put Y/N on edge. But despite his demeanor, there was a part of her, a part that she couldn’t explain, that was drawn to this man somehow, as though she knew him, but she couldn’t pinpoint why or how.

Your name: submit What is this?


“What did you do to John?” She asked, her voice giving away her fear. Y/N furrowed her brows.

Who is John?

The man smiled crookedly, “John is fine.”

“Who – what are you?” She hissed and Y/N was taken aback by her choice of words. It suddenly occurred to her that the pile of crackling ashes may not have been ashes moments prior and the man standing before her was no man at all but something else altogether.

The man placed a finger over his lips as he neared her, “Ssh.” He touched her forehead and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Then he turned, looking right at Y/N and her heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat. Could he see her? He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “Well I’d say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn’t you?”

Y/N gasped, awake from her vision to see Castiel in the motel room with her and the Winchester brothers, her surrogate family. Castiel’s posture was stiff and alert, one signature for a soldier of the Lord. In one hand he carried a piece of white chalk. She glanced at Dean who had large bags beneath his eyes and disheveled hair. It didn’t look like he slept well.

It was Sam who was beside her, placing a gentle hand over the small of her back, “Hey, are you alright, kiddo?” He asked, rubbing her back as she was brought back into reality.

Y/N shook her head, “Another vision. I should be alright.” Y/N was a prophet of the Lord for as long as she could remember. As a child, she had visions of the future, visions in which she could not interact, but those in which she could see and feel all the chaos, the pain, and the grief. What’s worse, she couldn’t control the events, couldn’t prevent them from happening so much as witness. It was as though her body remained glued while her spirit was lifted from her. She would be jolted awake, screaming and trembling to the point where her parents were concerned for her safety. Upon telling her parents about her skills, however, they locked her away where she was deemed possessed and unstable.

However, years later, when she felt as though her life was over, two FBI agents and their friend in a long, beige trench coat had found her and discovered that she was a prophet but a strange one. Whereas most prophets would have an active angel or archangel protecting them from harm and teaching them to control their abilities, it seemed as though no archangel had revealed himself to Y/N. So they took it upon themselves to be her guardian angels, and angels they were. They adopted her in without question, taught her about the supernatural world and how to fight, to hunt, and taught her that her skills and powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Her life was never the same again and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Y/N had always been one to have visions but recently they had been so frequent that she had been more expecting of them and controlling her emotions within them. Castiel did in part help her harness her mind and control it and had taught her to focus her energy into using her sight at will. Though it was powerful, it also consumed a great deal of strength so upon using her sight, Y/N’s energy would be compromised.

Castiel peered at her, “What was it about?”

“Give her a break for a sec, Cas.” Sam remarked.

“I’m fine, Sam.” She replied, assuring him with a weak smile before turning to her favorite angel. “There was a man – or he looked like a man but he didn’t act like it. He made a woman faint just by touching her forehead.”

Castiel furrowed his brows, “He sounds like an angel.”

“How can you be sure?” Dean asked.

“Because he has the same abilities I have.”

“Is there anything else you saw?” Dean asked.

Y/N paused, unsure of whether to inform them until she relented, “The man, he talked to me.”

Sam shifted in his seat, frowning, “How’s that possible? I thought no one can see, feel, or hear you in your visions.”

“I thought so too but he looked right at me.” She replied.

Castiel looked down, deep in thought, before remarking, “Perhaps it’s a seraphim.”

“Great, like we need more flying monkeys following us.” Dean rolled his eyes before Castiel looked to him with an offended expression. “Sorry.” The elder Winchester mumbled.

“On the subject of angels, Cas said he wanted to talk to us about Anna.” Sam remarked.

Y/N straightened, “You mean Anna as in ‘angel Anna?’ I thought she was in prison.”

“She was. She escaped.” Dean explained.

Castiel began drawing onto the motel’s table with the chalk as he spoke, “Yes and now she’s convinced the only way to stop the apocalypse is…” He cleared his throat and stopped drawing to look at the three directly, “…to kill Sam.”

The room fell so silent, they could hear a pin drop. Compromising not only a member of their team but a member of their family was never an option and they swore long ago it would never be. If one man gets left behind, they would follow to the ends of the earth down to the depths of hell to bring them back. And from day one, they abided by that rule not out of obligation but out of love. Y/N’s jaw twitched and her veins throbbed and Dean immediately stood up from his seat, shaking his head, ‘Really? Anna? I don’t believe it.”

“It’s true.”

Dean scoffed and leaned against the motel wall beside the window. “So she’s gone all Glenn Close huh? That’s awesome.

Castiel frowned, “Who’s Glenn Close?”

“No one.” Dean replied before walking towards Sam. His voice lowered, laced with venom. “Just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits.” Still the angel in front of him looked perplexed.

Y/N moved in front of Sam as though shielding him. “Well Glenn Close or not, it doesn’t matter. We can stop her from getting close to Sam. I mean, there must be other ways to nip Armageddon in the bud aren’t there?”

The younger Winchester cleared his throat, “But the plan to kill me, would it actually stop Satan?” Dean and Y/N gaped at him, disbelieving those words would dare escape his mouth.

“No, Sam. Come on.” Dean snapped at the same time as she replied, “Not a chance.”

Still Sam continued his focus on Castiel, focus on their mission, “Cas, what do you think? Does Anna have a point?”

There was a brief silence that hung in the air and appeared to last a lifetime before Castiel croaked, “No. She’s Glenn Close.”

Dean moved beside Sam and it looked as though he and Y/N were protecting him from any potential dangers. She bit her lip, “I don’t get it. We’re going after the girl hell bent on tanking Sam. Why poke the bear?”

Castiel continued drawing again, “Because Anna will keep trying. She won’t stop until she kills Sam so we have to kill her first.” He pulled a bottle of oil from his coat pocket and poured the liquid over the sigil before chanting in Enochian and in an instant, the sigil burst into a red flame. He closed his eyes before jolting up, gasping as Y/N had done after waking from her visions. “I know where she is.” He panted.

Y/N frowned and placed a hand over Castiel’s shoulder, “Cas, I could’ve done that. I can use my sight –”

“Use it and she might see you. She may know.” Castiel shook his head and placed a hand over hers. He squeezed it for a moment before letting it go. “I don’t know who was in your vision or how they saw you but they did and right now, I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Well then, where is she?” Dean asked.

“Not where. When.” The angel corrected. Upon seeing his hunters’ confused expressions, he continued. “It’s nineteen seventy eight.”

Sam stood up, his brows knitted in confusion, “What? Why nineteen seventy eight? I wasn’t even born yet.”

Y/N turned to Sam, the realization hitting her. “It’s because she’s not trying to kill you…” Then she turned to Castiel, “Is she?”

“What are you all saying?” Dean groaned,

Castiel had a stony expression, “If Anna can’t get to you then she’s going to go after them.

“Take us back right now.” Dean growled.

Castiel appeared bewildered, “And deliver you right to Anna? I should go alone.”

“No!” Y/N cried, bounding towards Castiel, “I can go with you.”

“And she’ll use you as bait.” Dean remarked.

She huffed, “Do you really think I can’t defend myself? I can help you. I can fight. And I’m not staying in the present day alone – not when my visions are being hijacked. I’m going whether you like it or not.” She turned to Dean with a snarl, “And don’t you dare try to stop me, Dean Winchester or it’ll be your ass that gets tanked.”

“I think she means business, Dean,” Sam grumbled.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Fine, you can come with us.”

“Great –” Y/N beamed.

Dean continued, “But only if you stay out of trouble –”

Y/N pouted, “Hey!”

“No one is coming with me!” Castiel groaned.

The three hunters turned to face him with incredulous looks upon their faces. “They’re our parents, Cas. We’re going.” Dean stood his round. Y/N looked expectantly at him and he sighed. “We all are.”

Castiel shook his head, “You don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his messy, dark brown hair. “It’s not that easy.” He turned away from them, looking down at the patch of ash where the sigil had burned.

Sam frowned, “Why not?”

“Time travel was difficult even with the powers of Heaven at my disposal.”

“Which got cut off.” Y/N finished.

Dean raised a brow, “So what, you’re like a Delorean without enough plutonium?” Y/N snorted and Sam shook his head and as usual, the blue-eyed angel remained confused.

He ran a hand through his hair again, “I don’t understand that reference but I’m telling you. Taking this trip – with passengers no less – it’ll weaken me.”

Y/N grabbed his hand, “You don’t have to do this alone, Cas. I can help.”

“How?” He croaked, “You have no knowledge of the extent of your powers beyond your visions and sight and if you were somehow able to help, they could find you.”

She smirked, “Don’t worry. We can handle this. We always do.”

Dean nodded, “We gotta go, Cas. They’re our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna… I mean, if we can set this right, we have to try.”

The four of them looked to one another in solidarity. They would make it through together

izzyindefini replied to your postizzyindefini replied to your post: “izzyindefini…

omg if you draw jensen with starfish on his nips i’ll love you forever

i mean OBVIOUSLY i already love you forever but anyway

sorry for destroying your blog with ongoing revelations about misha’s body

in a quest for everlasting love, I’M ON THE CASE. and dude don’t even sweat it today has been WILD.

yourdeerestnilion  asked:

PATRON SAINT OF LEMON FLAVORING. IDGAF IM NOT ON ANON

“One o’ the bes’ thin’s ta be the sain’ o’ in me opinion. I wonder if tha’ means I’d be able ta squirt lemon juice outta me nips? Ya’know, like a couple be si’in’ down ta ea’ an’ they say, ‘aww, this meal be bland an’ borin’.’ so I pop ou’ like, ‘never fear! The sain’ o’ lemon flavorin’ be here ta save the day!’ an’ then I squeeze me nips and lemon juices jus’ ge’ all over their food… Or maybe a differen’ hole… ANYROAD! I accep’ the role pass ta me.”

@yourdeerestnilion Thanks~

Wonwoo (male reader)- Practice Room Fun

The tip of a pink tongue darted out, his soft lips parting prettily as pearly whites captures the muscle. Pants came quickly from his slightly open mouth and he grinned slowly, eyes sparkling mischievously as he licked his lips, then began worrying them with his teeth. A glisten of sweat shone on his bare torso, his toned chest heaving with every deep breath.

“What are you looking at?” he asked me suddenly, a teasing tone in his deep voice. I snapped out of my trance and quickly averted my gaze, widened eyes fixing onto the floor as a blush crept up into my cheeks. His laugh echoed through the empty practice room and I dared to raise my eyes enough to catch him staring at my reflection in the mirror. A playful glint was present in his hooded eyes and he winked when he saw me meet his gaze. I cleared my throat and looked down at my lap, shifting my weight on the small couch I was resting on. Swiftly, he moved from where he was dancing seconds prior and settled down smoothly by my side. Without a moment of hesitation, he leaned his chest against my shoulder and wrapped an arm around my frame, then placed a hand on my thigh. His face tilted so he could see me more clearly from the side and my breath hitched when I realized just how close it was to mine.

“You okay, jagiya?” he muttered huskily, the hand lying on my thigh coming to life and rubbing slow circles.

“I’m fine, hyung,” I replied quietly, clenching one of my fists in order to keep myself together. He studied me for a few moments, then tucked his head into the crook of my neck and breathed in my cologne.

“Tired?” he mumbled against my skin, his hot breath rising goosebumps along the column of my neck. The steady massage was crawling towards my inner thigh and slowly slipping between my legs.

“Not really,” I answered meekly, eyes flitting around the room. He suddenly began pressing kisses along my neck, moving his lips slowly and sucking in the places he knew were most sensitive. I inhaled sharply and dug my nails into my palm.

“Good,” he eventually purred, the arm that was slung over my shoulder slipping around my waist. “You’re gonna need that energy for what I’ve been planning to do.“

“Wh-What do you mean?” I stuttered, letting my eyes fall shut as he nipped at my earlobe.

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” he breathed before tightening his grip on my waist and pulling me onto his lap. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected movement, but didn’t protest, and instead reached a hand behind me to anchor it in his hair as a silent plea for him to continue. His slim fingers worked around the front of my sweatpants and slid under my loose t-shirt, trailing my tensed torso with feather-like touches. I sighed and let him tug my shirt up and over my head, only letting go of his locks for the brief moment needed to pull off the sleeves.

“Jagiya,” he mumbled after tossing my shirt to the side. I hummed in acknowledgement  and dropped my head back to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me closer, his hands splayed flat on my chest.

“What is it, Wonwoo?” I voiced lethargically when he didn’t speak.

“China line are still in the studio,” he breathed, his hands running down my front so his thumbs could slip under the waistband of my sweats, albeit no further.

“And?” I asked, smirking slightly. “You started it.”

“Yes, but…” He trailed off, the tips of his fingers tracing my hipbones lightly.

It was a bit annoying, how he tended to get us both worked up, then distinguished the flame so quickly. But it also felt like a challenge, a dare. Because although his hesitance was clear, he never seemed to truly want to end this. He kept his fingers curled under my waistband, not letting go; his actions spoke louder than his words.

“But what?” I asked after the silence between us grew suffocating. He sighed, his chest pressing into my back and his breath fanning over my cheek.

“We shouldn’t do this when they could walk in at any moment,” he finished his thought, sounding slightly regretful. I breathed a laugh and lolled my head so my lips were almost touching his ear.

“You’re no fun,” I whispered, then ground down on him forcefully. His hands tensed, the tips of his fingers digging into my hips.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed and I took advantage of my position, grinding down on him again as I sucked on the skin below his ear. He mewled under me and, as his hands relaxed, I quickly pulled away and turned around so I would be straddling his thighs. His eyes were shut in bliss and a bead of sweat ran down from his temple and disappeared into his left eyebrow.

“Do you still want me to stop?” I teased, raising myself up an inch so we weren’t touching. His hands flew up at the speed of light to hold my waist and he bit his full lower lip hard.

“No,” he finally managed and I swooped down to steal his breath away. His lips were so soft and sweet on mine and his skin was so smooth and hot under my wandering hands that I was becoming addicted. I swiped my tongue against his lip and he immediately parted them to let me in. My fingers traced his muscles, tense from my touches, until they were hovering by his waistband. I sat up again and inched down his sweatpants, letting them bunch somewhere along his calves, then started palming the growing bulge in his boxers.

He cursed again. God, that boy was going to kill me with his voice. The velvety bass vibrated through my whole body and sent a shiver down my spine. I stood and knelt on the floor in front of him, peeling away his pants and tossing them in the general direction that my shirt disappeared to minutes earlier. He subconsciously spread his legs a few inches apart so I would fit snugly between them and I smirked at the action. His arms lay by his sides, still, and he simply watched me with hooded eyes, excitement and lust clouding the dark orbs.

My touches were slow and subtle as I took my sweet time in teasing him. I could see him biting the inside of his cheek in order to remain silent and still, determined to not appear needy or submissive. But I knew this front. As my fingers worked up his thighs and under his boxers, keeping a short distance from the tent that so desperately begged for my attention, his breathing grew heavier and his head fell back, letting tendons and veins stand out on that beautiful pale column of neck.

“What’s wrong, Wonwoo hyung?” I asked sweetly, lightly dragging my nails across his milky thighs. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

“P-Please,” he let out in a strained voice.

“‘Please’ what?” I asked with mock naivety. He looked down at me, beginning to worry his lip, which was already swollen from my harsh kisses, as lust and pride battled within his mind. Finally, his eyes shut and he spoke.

“Please… Please touch me,” he managed, a pink blush staining his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Oh, like this?” I questioned, then slid a hand under the waistband of his boxer and grabbed the base of his member. He groaned, the delicious sound echoing through the whole room. I smirked and started moving slowly, making sure to stroke him from base to tip and back down again. His fists clenched as he tried to keep most of the noises inside, but I still earned a few pleasing moans and whimpers. After a couple seconds, I pulled down his boxers completely and settled down on the floor between his legs. He squirmed under my gaze, still slightly shy and bashful even though this wasn’t the first time I’ve seen him in the nude. I decided to start out careful, wanting him to get comfortable before the real fun began.

His skin was hot to the touch as I took a hold of the base of his length once more and brought my face closer so I could tentatively lick the tip. He inhaled sharply and I felt his thighs tighten under my forearms. My other hand crept around to his lower back, splaying across the pale skin as I took his tip in my mouth. I took my time with it, teasing the slit and brushing the sensitive area under the head, then roughly pulled him closer so he’d be on the edge of his seat and slowly slipped more of him into me. He leaned back, practically lying down on the couch, and panted as my lips inched down towards my fist.

“J-Jagiya,” he groaned softly, his fingers curling against the strained fabric of his seat with the last of his self control. I relaxed my throat and dared to dig my nails into his hip, swallowing around him once, then twice, until he finally broke and slender fingers tugged roughly on my locks. My eyes snapped up to look at his face and heat pooled at the pit of my stomach at the sight. His hair was damp, the black bangs plastered on his forehead, his cheeks flushed and eyes fluttered shut, bruised lips parted and panting for breath. I had to admit it struck a chord of pride in my chest; I was able to unravel this impenetrable force almost effortlessly.

Having my fill of the beauty above, I shut my eyes lightly and began moving up and down on his length, sucking hard. His breathing quickly became erratic and his grip on my hair tightened, but I refused to slow down my pace. I felt his muscles tense as he did his best not to buck up against my movements and that spurred me on to only go faster. The practice room was soon filled with sounds of pleasure and the stench of sex.

I lost track of time, simply basking in his taste on my tongue and the heat radiating off his smooth skin, but eventually I heard him speak. Or at least try to.

“I-I’m…” He had to pause to swallow thickly and catch his breath. I flicked my tongue over his slit in response, eliciting a satisfying groan.

“I’m g-gonna come,” he finally managed in a shaky voice.

Not missing a beat, I pulled him even closer to the edge of his seat and pushed his torso back so he’d be practically lying on the couch. My lips never left his member, but I slowed myself down slightly. After all, I didn’t want our fun to end so quick.

My actions must have spoken louder than words as I brought up my hand and brushed two fingers against his lips. There was a moment of hesitation, but a warm tongue quickly darted out and lapped at them, then welcomed the intrusion and began sucking on my digits. I couldn’t help but smirk internally at his obedience; it suited him.

When my fingers were thoroughly coated in saliva, I pulled them out of his mouth and lowered them, carefully pressing the pads against his hole. He inhaled sharply, but let out a long shudder and didn’t protest further. I massaged his entrance for a few moments before pushing in the first finger, accompanying the possibly painful movement with a harsh suck. The result was beautiful.

Wonwoo’s back arched off the cushions, the back of my head beginning to dully ache from his death grip. His solid thighs shook under my forearms as I gingerly began pumping my finger within him, testing out the waters. It was received with obvious pleasure as he moaned my name, the sweet word echoing off the walls of the empty practice room. Soon, my second finger joined the first and he grit his teeth, shutting his eyes tight.

“I- I’m gonna-”

I finally pulled myself off of him with a soft pop, my free hand gripping the base of his length tightly.

“Now, we can’t have that yet, can we?” I told him sweetly, then bent down to lick a bead of pre-come that began running down the side.

“What?” he gasped, his eyes hooded and chest heaving. A devilish smile bloomed on my lips and I began lazily scissoring my fingers inside him, drinking in the image of lust and pain washing over his beautiful features.

“I haven’t had all of my fun yet,” I said innocently. My long digits worked at him until, finally, a single thrust sent his head flying back and a long, deep, groan spilling past his lips.

After I found the sweet spot, I didn’t hesitate to curl my fingers against it, pressing mercilessly until he was a panting, sweating mess once again.

His phone suddenly buzzed from my right. I was going to ignore it, but an idea came to mind and my wicked smile widened. Abruptly ceasing the movement, I reached for his device and held it out to him.

“Answer it,” I ordered simply. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Now?” he choked out.

I swooped down and pushed his length into my mouth, sucking on the abused member mercilessly. His back arched and his mouth fell open in a silent scream, then he collapsed, breathing hard, when I pulled away again.

“Answer it,” I repeated, wiping my mouth, then replacing my hand on his base.

“But…we’re in the middle of something,” he tried. “They’ll hear us.”

“Then you better keep quiet,” I retaliated.

He swallowed thickly and hesitantly took the phone. After glancing at the illuminated screen for a moment, he slid a shaking finger across it and raised the device to his ear.

“H-Hello?” he answered weakly, then licked his lips. “Yes, hi, Minghao. No, you didn’t interrupt anything.”

As Wonwoo fell silent to listen to his friend, I decided to begin moving again. I thrusted my two finger into him slowly, scissoring occasionally and hitting that special bundle of nerves every time. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a soft whimper.

“No, no, everything’s…fine. I’m just tired,” he managed, shooting me a death glare. I simply smiled and began teasing his tip again with my tongue. A groan rumbled in the back of his throat, but he bit his lip against it.

“Okay,” he practically whispered. “I’ll see you soon.”

Another second later the phone was flung across the room and a hand was tangled in my hair again.

“Please,” he breathed, his legs shyly wrapping around my torso. I looked up mischievously and he grimaced, then shut his eyes.

“Please let me come,” he corrected himself and this time I complied, letting go of his base and attacking his prostate until his scream was filling the room and white, thick liquid shot into my mouth. I stroked him until he was soft, then swallowed what he had to offer and looked up at him, grinning.

Sweat glistened across his forehead and torso and each breath was gulped graciously, but soon he lowered his gaze, sensing something was slightly off. I grinned and stood, then leaned in until my lips were ghosting his ears.

“My turn.”

*ascends briefly from Hell*   –very shy fanboy

anonymous asked:

Why the hell did they choose the worst game of the week to go on tv? I mean, Nips and Spirit? Really?

It’s all hype. I’m already over it.

Two Rebels - Kevin Tran Imagine

Based on this imagine.

Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 1546

Imagine Dean teasing you and Kevin for being together so you two take revenge by having sex in his bed.

A/N: First time writing smut, constructive criticism appreciated!

You and Kevin were sitting in the bunker library. You were doing research, Kevin was translating the tablet. Sam and Dean had been out on a hunt for the past few days so you and Kevin had been alone together. Your relationship had been going on for a few months now, but the guys had yet to get used to it.

You set your book down and looked over at Kevin. He had his hands on either side of his head, curled into fists. You could tell he was started to get frustrated and with that usually came the headaches.

Sliding out of your seat, you got up and walked over to where Kevin was. You slid you hands down the front of his chest and placed your chin on his shoulder.

“Babe, I think it’s time for you to take a break.”

“No, I need to translate this. Sam and Dean need the information that’s on this tablet.” He said in his focused monotone he used when he got too into translating the tablet.

You stood up and pulled his chair out, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Hey!” he protested.

You gently placed the tablet on the table before turning around and sitting on Kevin’s lap, straddling him.

“Don’t you think it’s time for a break. Why don’t we do something a little more fun?” You whispered seductively before kissing him. He moaned into your mouth and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He playfully bit your lip causing you to gasp, which gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. Breaking the kiss, you slowly began to kiss down his jaw and neck. You could feel him harden through his jeans.

“Someone’s a little eager, now hmm?” You said continuing to kiss his neck.

“You were the one to suggest we take a break.”

You lifted your face up to his as he opened his eyes and smiled. “That I did, and I think it’ll be worth it, don’t you?”

He returned your smile. “Possibly.” He grabbed your face in his hands and gently kissed you when the door opened. You sprung apart, your back hitting the table with a sick thunk.

When Dean saw you two he started laughing. “Sorry kids. Didn’t mean to scare you. Just came back to do some extra research. Don’t let me interrupt your necking session.” He smirked.

“Dean.” You groaned.

“Dean, just because we are younger than you doesn’t mean we have to put up with anything less than what you put up with.” Dean laughed again.

“Kid, I’ve been in the game since before you were born. So I think I have a little more to deal with.”

“Don’t call me kid! I am the Prophet of The Lord! You have no idea-“

"Kevin.” You say grabbing his hand. “Come on let’s go somewhere else so Dean can do his research. Kevin looked at you and you could see his anger melting away. He nodded shooting a glare at Dean who was still smirking. You grabbed Kevin’s hand and stood up. He stayed behind you at you pulled him to the door. You began to go towards your bedroom when Kevin said:

"No wait. Let’s switch it up.” He headed in the opposite direction, this time pulling you. You eyed him curiously. As soon as you turned the corner, you knew where you were going.

You stopped. “Kevin…”

He gently pressed you against the wall and began to kiss your neck. “Hmm?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Kissing you.”

“No, I mean what are we doing here?” He playfully nipped at your neck before straightening to look you in the eye.

“I thought maybe… we could… uh… make love in Dean’s bed.”

“What? Why?”

He grabbed both of your hands before lifting one of them up to kiss them, his eyes never leaving yours. “Because I love you. And I’m sick of him treating us like kids. It’ll be our way of getting back at him. Plus…” He leaned forward, his mouth a breath away from your ear, “Think of how hot it will be knowing we could be caught at any moment?” He lightly bit your bottom lip, tugging it. Then smiling, waiting for your response.

You tightened the grip your had on his hands to push him away from you, then you pushed him against the spot on the wall you had been the second earlier. You leaned towards him. “I think we can make that happen.”

You pulled him away from the wall and walked towards Dean’s room, letting go of Kevin’s hands to open the door. You pulled him in after you spun around to kick the door shut with your foot. You pushed him on the bed before pulling your shirt over your head and kicking off the shorts you have been wearing leaving you in your bra and panties.

“Now who’s the eager one?” Kevin chuckled pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.

“Shh.” You murmured crawling onto the bed, stopping when you were on top of him. You pressed a fierce kiss against his lips and began to grind against him. He moaned against your mouth and you slid your tongue in his mouth, swirling it around his to tease him. You stopped grinding for a moment to unbutton his pants and pull them down. He kicked them off, allowing them to join the pile on the floor.

Kevin flipped over so you were underneath him. “My turn.” He breathed, his eyes had a devious glint to them. He slipped his hand into your panties and began to rub your clit. You gasped as your hips bucked up to meet his fingers. You could feel your wetness dripping from your heat.

Kevin.” You moaned.

He began to kiss down your neck as your head fell back, you closed your eyes. He made his way down your neck, between your breasts, to your stomach before you felt him slip a finger inside you. Your back arched as you felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen.

“Oh God.” You whispered.

He slipped another finger in and began pumping fasted. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” His voice was husky with lust. The burning sensation intensified in your stomach as he continued to finger you. Using his other hand, he undid your bra and tossed it onto the floor. He took your right nipple in his mouth and began to lick and suck on it. “Come for me, babe.” He whispered, giving you the encouragement you needed. You screamed his name as you came, he covered your mouth, careful that you were not caught. You watched each other for a few moment waiting to see if Dean would come. 

After a long pause, you both breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, you ready?” He asked. You gave him a tired smile and nodded. He pulled off your panties and gave you an apologetic smile looking at the mess you made. “Looks like I owe you a new pair.” You rolled your eyes and pulled at his boxers.

“Come on!” You whimpered, eager to have him inside you.

He smiled and winked at you before taking off his final item of clothing and tossing it behind him. You eyes his length before looking up at him and smirking.

“Did you just check me out?”

“Maybe.” Laughing he spread your legs apart and lined himself up with your entrance. He gave you a light peck on the lips before sliding into you. You bit your lips to keep yourself from crying out in pain. But the pain quickly turned into pleasure. Kevin gave you a moment to adjust to his size before he slowly began to thrust into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist allowing him to get deeper into you.

“Faster, Kev.” You moaned as you gripped his back, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

Your hips moved with his allowing him to get deeper inside of you. His pace quickened and he hit your g-spot.

“There. Keep going.” You whimpered.

“I’m close, Y/N.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement. His thrusts became uneven and sloppy, then he cried out as he released into you. His cry caused you to come. Your walls clenched around him. He continued to thrust as you came. You screamed his name over and over. He pulled out afterwards and flopped down beside you. A sleepy smile on his face.

“I love you, Y/N” He whispered, you were about to respond when the door burst open. Dean stood there and he looked stricken. You shrieked and dove to find something to cover you.

“What are you two-” His eyes widened. “In my bed? Really? Look at the mess you made! Come on guys! i was just kidding.” Finally, he seemed to realize that you were still naked and he covered his eyes with his hands. “I expect you two to clean this up.”  He said turning and walking out of the room.

“Yeah, we’ll get to it!” Kevin shouted after him. Once he was gone Kevin kissed you lightly on the forehead. “Round two in the shower?”

“You know me so well.” You smiled.