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anonymous asked:

wow another misinformed person who thinks that straight aces and aros are lgbt. why am i not surprised. not every one belongs everywhere. you can accept straight aces and aros, but do not tell them that they are lgbt because they 100% are not. lgbt spaces are for lgbt people case closed. maybe you should brush up on lgbt issues before you invite straight people to be a part of our community.

Please take a step back and listen to how you just conducted that sentence. I’m not quite sure where you’re coming from in life, but it sounds like you’ve been through quite a bit with your identity. So have I. And when I found myself a member of the LGBTQIA+ community, I finally found a huge group of people who accepted me and supported me. I hope the same happened for you. And if not, I hope it happens soon, because everyone deserves that.

Consider people who observe no sexual or romantic attraction, which are legitimate identities, who feel wrong for one way or another. They’re asexual and/or aromantic, regardless of gay or straight, and that still falls under the A in the acronym, but I keep hearing that one half’s not different enough. Not oppressed enough. I would first say, none of us know everyone’s story, and there’s no way we will, so we don’t know what everyone has gone through with their identity. And second, when did this community become solely about how oppressed we are? [EDIT: Upon reviewing this, I should specify it is important to note the group was founded because of systemic oppression, and that is VERY important. I mean that we are also a group of support and lifting ourselves up and being proud of who we are as a diverse community, as well as continuing to fight the systemic oppression that faces many of us]. If we, as a group, achieve what I hope we can achieve idealistically and not be oppressed, are we still not a group to be proud of? Why wouldn’t we want this group to be an absolute celebration of all legitimate varieties? A celebration of all our unique experiences and struggles? They’re all different and valid.

Is this demographic of people with a legitimate sexual and/or romantic identity to make their own little group? To be made to feel like outcasts in the real world as well as in this group? I feel that this just furthers the negative, unfriendly attitude that already greatly exists in this world and I don’t wanna promote that. I just would think something like excluding would be for those who make us feel unsafe and that would only be on a case-by-case basis, not for a whole demographic who feel out of place and just want to belong, right? I don’t wanna be that way to people the way the world was to me. They’re not lgbt, but they are A, and that’s part of the LGBTQIA+ community, right? And of course I can’t change what you believe. And you’re right, I can accept them! I shall, because acceptance in this community is what inspired me and helped me when I felt lost, and I want to be that for others. [EDIT: I also want to stress that, the bottom line here is that all I’d like is for us to take time, ALL of us, asexuals and aromantics included, to educate ourselves, try to understand and respect each other’s individual struggles/experiences/stories, because they ARE all different. Empathy and trust is key because this line of distrust does not seem to be going in a positive direction. It seems to be leading to negativity, divisiveness, and name-calling and I don’t like seeing that. That’s not what I think many of us are trying to achieve. Sorry for typing so much haha]

Jungkook Ship Fic Rec 2

Since so many of you asked me for another Kook ship fic rec, here I am! All smut will be bottom Jungkook as always. I’ve gotta admit, it’s really hard to find recently but I’ll pull up as many as I can because I know the feeling of wanting more bottom kook but finding none haha. These will be separated by ship! Oh my god it was so hard to find anything for jikook OTL well to be honest, I don’t know why it was so difficult to find fics this time.


Resonance AO3, Oneshot, I already know it’s good because it’s by Rix. AND IT’S SOUL EATER AU. I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THIS BUT YASSSS. This is actually one of the hottest things I’ve read in awhile. Like O_O wow.

I Just Had Sex (ft. Jungkook) AO3, Oneshot, first time bottoming and Tae is kind of angry because Kook almost missed his bday but things work out. 

Sugar and Spice AO3, Oneshot, Daddy Kink but the love is sooooo real, soft affectionate Kook (I honestly can’t tell who actually has the power anymore between these two). 

Night Winds AO3, Oneshot, Alpha Tae and Beta Kook, they could never work out but they did. 

Suit and Tie AO3, Complete, I’m still not over how good this is, the power struggle of two hot CEO’s, and then the budding cuteness.

I Can Make You (Cry For Me) and Empty Spaces Don’t Talk About It AO3, Complete, Taekookseok with taekook end game, there’s junghope but it’s not as present as Taekook, the second part is ANGST GALORE but it ends well.

Fuck the Rules AFF, Oneshot, Taekook think the new PDA rules are stupid, it’s not exhibitionism in case you were wondering lol.

I’ll be a man (of you, you, you babe) AO3, Oneshot, Tae always bails Kook out of arranged dates.

After School AO3, Oneshot, canon compliant with Tae at the dorm and Kook at school, this is actually kinda cute at the end lol.

Topsy-Turvy AO3, Ongoing, hate to love, stepbrother au.

The Smell of Peaches AO3, Ongoing, THIS IS SO FREAKING GOOD, abo au, taekook are ex’s but Kook gets his heat and they become friends with benefits but with hidden feelings, and oh my god the angst and smut is A++++++. This is my current obsession lol.


it must be fate (or you’re stalking me, who knows) AO3, Oneshot, this was actually quite cute, Jimin is the definition of cutie in the streets and senpai in the sheets (lol I love that tag)

Restrictions and Rewards AO3, Oneshot, Kookie needs the proper motivation. 

See Through (If You Will) AO3, Complete, Mpreg Kook, hurt/comfort, I love the hurt.

Will You Stop Time AO3, Oneshot, Jungkook loved Jimin even if he pushed him away (but he always apologizes at night), the feels were real.

Bloom AO3, Oneshot, First Times, a little bit of angst.

No Strings Attached  AO3, Complete, recently finished camboy Kook au and wow was it good, go read it you won’t regret it. 

In Your Eyes (I’m the Best/I’m the Worst) AO3, Oneshot, fair warning this may or may not be your cup of tea, it’s humiliation kink well more like Jimin legit gets angry at Kook for being a brat all the time and insults him but Kook likes it (?), if you don’t like this kind of stuff, don’t read it. 

power struggle AO3, Oneshot, Omega Kook and Alpha Jimin, i really really love the jealous hurt/comfort.

Becoming Bad AFF, Ongoing, Subscribers Only, Jimin the bad boy taints Innocent Jungkook.

Don’t Hesitate Any Longer AO3, Oneshot, Adult Ceremony dance practice into something more, hyung kink. 

Every Morning (and Night) is Perfect With You That Christmas Evening Eros and Perfectly Imperfect AO3, Oneshot, yes shameless self-promotion but all of them are legit just bottom kook smut with feelings and tiny bit of plot.

Animal House AFF, Ongoing, Members-Only, Jungkook is the bunny cop that meets Fox Jimin, they room together and feelings develop but there’s something evil going on.

The Way You Move It (I Can’t Believe It) AO3, Oneshot, Jungkook is failing his Cha Cha class because his hips are stiff, Jimin shows him how to sway those hips and maybe more.

One Page Pornography Ch. 28 AO3, Oneshot, I was honestly craving hurt/comfort Jikook plus smut and dang did this provide. I loved the angst and it hurt so so good all the way up until Jimin comforted him and then the phone sex and actual sex was A+.


Golden Boy AO3, Complete, VOLLEYBALL AU, also angst and smut (hot smut) but angst, it’s a wild ride. 

House Made of Cards AO3, Oneshot, you’d think it’s just smut but wow the underlying emotion is whew.

Got Me Baited and Bruised AO3, Oneshot, Awkward flirting guys lol.


I’ll Give You Love (You Wanted Nothing) AO3, Oneshot, Junghope discuss marriage and I love the written dynamic here. 

There and Back Again AO3, Oneshot, okay this is really cute, college au.

While You Were Sleeping AO3, Oneshot, Kook has a wet dream and Hobi takes care of it for him while he’s asleep, totally consensual, this it pretty hot. 

Joke AO3, Oneshot, Kook is a complete brat to Hobi (because he’s an extreme tsundere) and Hobi shows him that he is very capable of fucking Jungkook up. 


Bittersweet AO3, Complete, this was a smut/angst ride too, darker themes but wow it’s good, mafia au. 

Sweet Baby Boy AO3, Oneshot, yup just pure smut indulgence.

Tied Up AO3, Complete, I suggest you read the whole series by Rosiex.

White Lines, Pretty Baby AO3, Oneshot, Yoongi is Kook’s boss (well he’s a drug dealer) and they develop an unconventional relationship. 

Good Boy, Baby Boy AO3, Oneshot, Daddy kink, lace panties, you get the idea.

Pretty Boy  AO3, Oneshot, Daddy kink, crossdressing, Kook tries to prove that he’s not pretty using shock factor but it doesn’t really work out.

Whenever You Smile (I Smile) AO3, Oneshot, Hogwarts au, I love this, it was so cute and gahhhh it’s a great example of how fluffy sugakookie can be. 

Mingling AO3, Complete, Werewolf Kookie meets ancient vampire Yoongi that’s actually a huge flirt.

The Assistant AO3, Complete, I honestly love this so much because it’s not just an interesting au with good smut, but the depth of the feelings. It’s a really healthy relationship between Sugakookie of course but also Kook and Jimin’s friendship. 


You’re So Beautiful That I’m Scared AO3, Oneshot, indulgent smut with light dom/sub undertones, soft feelings. 

So Nice and So Cool (So Good and So Hot) AO3, Oneshot, Seokjin the TA accidentally fucks one of his students


Pastel AO3, Ongoing, I think you all know this one by now but just in case you don’t, Kookie likes feeling pretty and he likes being taken care of, his hyungs find out one by one.


Crushed Lungs AO3, Ongoing, it’s kind of a love triangle but without the whole “i hate you” thing which I like. 


a sleepless night again today AO3, Ongoing, I love this ot3 and the relationships are developing right now but it already looks amazing. 


Accidentally Right There AO3, Ongoing, this does have jihope with bottom!Jimin but it explores Jungkook’s one-sided love (it really isn’t that unrequited) and the hurt/comfort is great, Jungkookie is a sub and he wants to be loved, I just really love it okay?


oh baby (what’re you doing to me?) AO3, Complete, there’s a big of angst because unrequited love and stuff but then Jimin and Joon take care of him and the FEELS.


Loving You (Is Not a Mistake) AO3, Oneshot, this is really really good and what I’ve been craving, Valentine’s Day but it’s different, hurt/comfort and oh god the Yoonjinkook ot3ness was amazing.

I Play To Win AO3, Oneshot, Alpha!Yoongi/Omega!Seokjin/Alpha!Jungkook, they all play Overwatch and Kookie sets his eyes on Yoongi (who basically hates him at first lol). I love the clash between fiery explosive Yoongi and Tease of the Century Tsundere Jungkook but things work out because you have Seokjin the peacemaker. Basically Yoongi fucks the submission into Kook.

Yup, this is all I could find for now so happy reading? I’ll update this when there’s more fics. HERE is the first fic rec I did in case you missed some of these. 

Early Riser

Title: Early Riser

Summary: Sam likes to get up early, you do not. You decide to convince him to come back to bed.    

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1334

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #33 - Morning Sex; requested by an anonymous requester

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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anonymous asked:

um hi, do you know a tutorial on stopping/removing panning from a gif? i found one but it was for aftereffects and i don't have that yet and don't know where to look in photoshop to mirror it ;; ~ ;;

Hello!! Dude I am so so so sorry for this delayed response;; 


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Top Left and Right: Sometimes Buck gets bored with his usual workout routine so he’ll do something fun and “low-impact” like one-armed pushups with his 260 lb service doggo on his back! FUBAR is fucking thrilled

Center Left: FUBAR accompanies Buck on a super cute date with Steve! Honestly one of my absolute favorite things about service dogs is their ability to blend into their surroundings, regardless of their size. (In lots of cases they’re always with their humans, so I bet it’s a super essential skill in service dogs. I’ve known people who have huge service dogs that just faded into the woodwork while maintaining constant vigilance! It’s really cool! They’re freaking incredible!)

Center Right: Bucky finally gets a new bionic arm and FUBAR familiarizes himself with it by SNOOFING

Bottom Left: Bucky sometimes has rough days where his head feels Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition and needs something to hold onto to ground him to remind him that he’s safe and doesn’t need to hurt anyone 


There is such a thing as an edible, nay delicious, meat pie floater, its mushy peas of just the right consistency, its tomato sauce piquant in its cheekiness, its pie filing tending even towards named parts of the animal. There are platonic burgers made of beef instead of cow lips and hooves. There are fish ‘n’ chips where the fish is more than just a white goo lurking at the bottom of a batter casing and you can’t use the chips to shave with. There are hot dog fillings which have more in common with meat than mere pinkness, whose lucky consumers don’t apply mustard because that would spoil the taste. It’s just that people can be trained to prefer the other sort, and seek it out. It’s as if Machiavelli had written a cookery book.

Even so, there is no excuse for putting pineapple on pizza.

– take that, the internet | Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

memory found || stiles stilinski (part two)

word count: 5288

warnings: season 6A finale spoilers, brief mention of sex

prompt: part two of this imagine

author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe (not my gifs)


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Something Great

Originally posted by notheartbroken

a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-) smut warning gif credit to the owner 

His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.

The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”

I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.

I think I’m falling I’m falling for you

The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.

My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.

His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.

When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.

“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”

He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”

“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”

“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.

About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.

Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.

Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?

“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.

“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.

“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”

The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.

As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.

Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”

Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.

I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.

“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.

I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”

“No, you’re just beautiful.”

He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”

Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.

Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.

A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.

Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”

Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.

Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.

Help Me Get The Girl part 14 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,675

Warnings: Language.

A/N: HERE IT IS! Here is the part where you figure out who the reader ends up with, but it’s also the part that may upset some people.  After the final part which hasn’t been written yet, there will be an author’s note with an explanation, but for now… ENJOY!

Your POV:

“How are you going to tell him?” Nicole asked as we stopped at my locker.  “Like, do you think he’ll be ecstatic when you tell him or do you think he’ll be like, ‘yeah I expected that’.”

I chuckled, “I don’t think he’d ever say that he ‘expected it’, that’s just not his style.”  

“It might become his style once you tell him that you love him.” she snorted out as she twirled away from me.  

Placing my hand on her shoulder I whipped her back around, “Goodness, be quiet!  You don’t need to be so loud about it.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You finally figured out how you feel!  It’s been two weeks of contemplation for you!  Love is a magnificent thing and you should be loud about it.  SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD!” she threw her arms out, causing a scene in the middle of the hall.

“Bye.” I grumbled as I walked in the opposite direction of her.  Making my way towards the freshman hall, I finally spotted Grayson at his locker which was located in that area.  Leaning against the lockers I waited for him to notice me; once he did I gave him a soft smile, “Can you meet me on the bleachers after school?”

He greeted me back with a grin, “Sure, why?”

“I just need to tell you some things.  We need to talk.” I told him.

He eyed me curiously before shutting his locker.  He ran a hand through his hair, “Yeah, okay.  By the way, have you seen Nicole?”

Furrowing my eyebrows at him I responded, “Yeah, I just left her back at my locker because she was annoying me, why?”

Letting out a frustrated sigh he leaned in and whispered, “She pick pocketed my phone out of my pocket and sent herself a picture.”

With a sly grin I asked him, “What picture?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell me what it was.  All he said to me was, “It’s just an embarrassing picture that could ruin my social career that’s all.  She’s a little shit, ya know?”

“She tends to be, yeah.” I glanced around the hall aimlessly, “It’s been two weeks since you met her, you should have realized that she was going to cause you trouble from the beginning.”

“That’s true.” he agreed.  “Well, I have to get to class.  I’ll see you at the bleachers after school.” he leaned forward, pressing a light kiss against my cheek.

There were so many thoughts running through my mind.  How would he react?  What would he say?  How can I calm myself down so I’m not so nervous?  These questions had haunted me in my sleep and I was surprised that I had somehow managed to keep my cool on the outside while on the inside there was an internal battle of whether or not to even go through with any of this.

When Grayson was out of view I leaned my head back, hitting it harder against the metal than I had anticipated, but the pain I felt was nothing compared to the pounding confusion in my brain.  Nothing would ever compare to the jumbled mess I was.


“Y/N!  Y/N, WAIT UP!” I heard Ethan yell from behind me as I exited the backside doors of our school.

“ETHAN!  OKAY!” I yelled back jokingly.

He was jogging towards me when I turned around, a bright smile stretched across his face, “I wanted to know if you’d like to go grab some ice cream.  I’ve been craving a shake all day.”

Looking over my shoulder in the direction of the football field I knew that I wouldn’t be able to join him.  If I didn’t take care of it then, I wouldn’t take care of it ever.  That’s just how I work.  If I don’t do it right away, I don’t do it at all.  It’s a flaw.

“I can’t right now.  I have something to do.”

Ethan’s expression changed to disappointment, his body stiffening, “What are you doing that you’re leaving out the back of the school?”

Contemplating whether I should dodge the question or tell the truth, I decided to go with the latter.  Ethan could always tell when I was trying to get out of something, so if I tried to distract him or change the subject, he’d know.  “I’m going to meet Grayson at the bleachers to talk.”

His body slumped a bit, almost as if he had been defeated.   His hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack, his knuckles turning white from his grip, “Why do I feel like I’m not going to like the outcome of this talk you’re having with Grayson?”

“Ethan, don’t do this.  Not right now.  Please, just come to my place at 7:00 and we can talk also.” I said, my voice quiet and gentle.

Turning his head to the side, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, Ethan gave me no verbal response, only a curt nod.  He turned to walk away only to stop abruptly and face me again.  Taking a couple steps forward he softly placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled me in closer to place a feather like kiss on my forehead.

Pulling me in completely for a hug he whispered into my hair, “Let me hold you right now, just in case this is my last time I can do so freely.”

“E, I have to go,” I squeezed him back, “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Stepping out of his arms, I slowly backed away while I continued to hold the eye-contact we had.  His hand gave me a short wave which I returned before facing away from him to continue to the bleachers.

Once I got there I walked up the stairs to see Grayson on the top bleacher near the pressbox.  His back was leaning against the fencing while his fingers tapped away at his computer screen.  His grin stretched from ear to ear and I could tell he was internally laughing at whoever he was texting.

It was hard to walk up the bleachers quietly, so before his attention could be gained by the booming sound of my feet stomping against the metal seating, I yelled, “Hey, stranger! Long time no see!”

His head snapped up, his smile beaming in my direction, “It’s been years!” he laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.  He patted the seat next to him, “What’d you want to talk about?”

Sitting down I gave him a knowing look, “I think you know what I want to talk about.”

He shifted nervously, “I’ve been waiting for this, yet here I am… scared as hell.” he spoke truthfully.  “Whether it’s what I want to hear or not, I know that it will be closure for me, but I don’t want to feel the hurt I know I’ll feel if you don’t have the same feelings for me as I have for you.”

With a huge sigh, I finally took the leap, “We are here in this moment all because of the deal we made.  You protect Theo and I help you get Grace, but now,” I took a deep breath, “Theo has been hospitalized and placed in online school, Grace is no longer in the picture, and we’re having a talk about what we feel for each other.  This was never a part of the plan.”

“I know.” he mumbled, his eyes locking with mine.

“Grayson, you and I both know that only a few days into our deal that there was something brewing up between the two of us.  Being around you sent a warm sensation through my body and your touch made my pulse race to the point where my chest hurt.  But what hurt more than that pressure in my chest, was the fact that I wasn’t the one who had your heart.  I may have had part of it, but I didn’t have the whole thing.  It’s hard to love someone when they aren’t fully there.”

“But I am!” he raised his voice.  “I’m here and I’m yours!”

With a sad smile I shook my head in disagreement, “No you’re not. Even with Grace out of the picture… I’m still not the girl who your heart truly desires, I’m the girl that your heart is in love with the idea of.”

“No, Y/n, you’ve got it all wrong.  What I feel for you is real, and it’s not an infatuation, it’s not me being in love with the idea of you!  I want you, and all of you.  I want you to have all of me in return.” he grabbed my hand.

“Grayson,” I pulled my hand away, setting it in my lap, “Grayson, I can’t be loved only when it’s convenient for you.  I can’t be your backup, and that’s exactly what I was.  I know that you didn’t mean to do it, but you did.”

“No…” he tried to cut me off.

“Grayson, it’s not anyone’s first choice to be second best.” It was then that he got quiet.  “It may seem selfish for me to say this, but I deserve better than that, Grayson.  You gave me too many mixed signals, it was me one day and Grace the next.  That’s not love.  That’s being a teenager who hasn’t quite figured out what he wants and that’s okay.  We’re still learning and we’re still growing–we’re going to make mistakes.  There is one thing that I know isn’t a mistake though.  It wasn’t a mistake that all of this happened.  We were meant to go through this so that we would learn that love isn’t easy and it can be deceiving.  You and I, this was our moment of preparation, life just hit us a bit harder with it than we ever expected.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “It knocked the wind out of me.”

“Grayson, we weren’t ever meant to be.  There was never going to be a time for us.  You know it and I know it.  A couple weeks ago Theo told me that he knew he was in love because his bones ached when he saw Layla, but the ache was a good one that reminded him that he was alive and she was the reason for it.  I don’t think I’m that person for you, Gray.”

His head was hanging now, his thumbs twiddling.  His shoulders looked heavy as his eyes blinked rapidly to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over.  Already on the verge of crying myself, seeing him made the tears start to run down my cheeks, my lips curling in.  

It wasn’t meant to be this hard, but I should have known that it would be.  This journey that I had gone through with Grayson was an emotional rollercoaster that made me feel and realize things that I never thought I would have to at such a young age.  There were positives along with it though–there were so many positives.  I learned that I deserve so much more than being loved when someone needed someone to love rather than when they truly did love them.  I learned that not everything is going to be an easy journey, and I also realized that I struggled to completely fall in love with Grayson because I had already fallen in love with someone else.

And it was time for me to tell him.

“You’ll be okay, Gray.  I know you will.” I said, rubbing my hand up and down his arm, “You’re going to find someone that makes you forget about me every time you look at her, because you can’t stop looking at her long enough for you to think about anyone else.”

He let out a light laugh, “I hope you’re right, because right now… it feels like there’s a knife stabbing through my chest.”

“Trust me, once you pull out the knife it will heal.” I told him, standing up.  “The healing process might start a bit faster if you answer Nicole’s text that had you smiling like a child on christmas before I got up here.”

His mouth dropped open as he faked shock.  This boy was so damn clueless sometimes.  “You don’t even know that I was texting her!  I wasn’t smiling like a child!” he defended as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

“Let me see your texts then!” I challenged.  When he stared at me, ignoring my request I raised an eyebrow, “It’s okay to talk to her, Grayson.  She likes you.  Don’t let me hold you back.”


Theo nearly broke my door off the hinges as he barreled into my room.  He stumbled, nearly falling down as he came to stand in front of me.  “He’s here!  You told me to tell you when he was here and he’s here so he should be coming up here soon because he’s here!”

“Theo, all you had to say was, he’s here.” I informed him before standing up and pushing him out of my room, “Go let him in and send him up.  Thanks.”

“Don’t push me, gosh.” he dramatically rubbed his shoulder like I had bruised him, “I’m letting him in and then going with mom and dad for dinner.  They’re taking me out for getting an A on my first math test in the online school I’m in.”

“Cool, congrats, bye.” I rambled, pushing him out of my room completely.

I started to pace around, knowing that the moment he came through the door he was either going to be completely calm or he was going to be in panic mode.  It was the latter when he walked in.  The look on his face screamed “let’s get this over with” while he tried to keep his body calm.

Ethan stood right inside my door, shutting it quietly behind him as he just stared at me.  My first instinct was to freeze under his glare, my muscles tensing while I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.  He simply stood there with his fists clenched to his sides.

“Hi.” I squeaked out, completely anxious.

“When’s the wedding?” he snapped, his tone similar to the one he used when he freaked out on me in the hall after Corrin claimed I slept with Grayson.

“Wedding?” I repeated in a questioning voice, “Are you proposing already?”

He took in what I said and contemplated it for a second before realization quickly flashed across his face only to be overtaken by the cutest, widest smile I had ever seen.  That smile that I had fallen in love with.  The smile that brightened up my darkest days.  The smile that made me think and say cheesy, romantic things.

“Wait…” he walked over to me, placing his hands on my cheeks as he had done earlier, “Does this mean that- that you,”

“I love you.” I confessed, barely above a whisper.

“You love me?” he asked for reassurance.

“I do.” I told him.  “I do, I do.  I love you so much.”

Not a second after those words left my lips, he kissed me.  He kissed me hard and deep, yet slow.  His thumbs brushed my jawline as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, his taste devouring me.  It was like honey rolling onto my lips–sweet and satisfying.

“I love you.” he mumbled against my lips, his left hand moving around to my lower back to pull me in closer.  He was kissing me like his life depended on it, but I wasn’t complaining.  I had missed his lips, his touch.  “I’ve always loved you.”

His lips started to pepper kisses along my jawline, working their way down my neck to my collarbone where he began to suck.  “Ethan…” I groaned as my head dropped back in pure ecstasy.

He hummed against my skin, placing one more kiss where he had left his mark before pulling back, looking me straight in the eyes and using a dominant, demanding voice to say one word.



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retrouvaille | M

(n.) the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; discovery

Originally posted by gotjhope

pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: sugar daddy au! smut, fluff
warning: rated M for this is a Mess of feelings and R rated activities.
word count: 10,824

You step out the elevator doors, high heels clicking against polished marble and echoing throughout the empty lobby as a bitter reminder of your shortcomings. To an outsider, you’re the definition of a successful young woman––makeup on point, high-end designer clothes, confident stride and a flirty smile to match.

Well, ignorance is bliss.

A grimace paints your face at the thought of life constantly kicking back your efforts to be happy and prosperous, but you couldn't––wouldn’t––give in to the pain of ineffectiveness. Not when what you wanted was looming so close to you, hovering at the edge of your fingertips.

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Hello, friends! I’ve had a few people interested in finding out how I made these gradual-colour gifs I posted recently, so I thought I’d do a tutorial for anyone who wants to give it a go :)

As I’ve mentioned before I didn’t use a tutorial myself, I just figured out my own way of doing it using my Photoshop/gif knowledge and an existing gifset as a guide. I also had to work around a few Photoshop glitches I usually struggle with, so my way might be slightly over-complicated ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) But anyway let’s get started!

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Last night, a coyote smashed its way through the wooden wall of the hen house and ate the Disgruntled Viking Chicken. We’ll miss her.

We never intended to end up with a Disgruntled Viking Chicken. We’d gone to the feed store to buy Rhode Island Red chicks, but there was also one little ball of yellow fluff who’d gotten her head stuck in the food dish, peeping angrily. I thought that was cute, and so we ended up with one yellow Buff Orpington along with our flock of sleek red-orange rhodies. The rhodies would sit on the Blue Haired Girlfriend’s lap, watching TV and being petted, while the Disgruntled Viking Hen investigated the edibility of such culinary delights as “electrical cords” and “socks.”

We probably shouldn’t have been surprised when head-stuck-in-food-dish chick grew into a hungry yellow fluffsphere with feet. She stalked frogs in the duckpond, dismembered them with disturbing zeal, and ate them messily. She had an uncanny ability to locate styrofoam, aluminum foil, and plastic buried in the mud, which she would then attempt to eat and angrily peck any humans who took them away. She once leaped up and pecked Soup-Nose the goat right in the udder when she felt that Soup-Nose was getting too close to her barley.

She gave no fucks about flock politics, unless someone was taking her food, in which case I hope The Powers That Be had mercy on them, cause she sure wouldn’t. But whenever we got new birds, they always ended up sleeping cuddled up to the Disgruntled Viking Hen, who just didn’t care if they were strangers or scared or lost or at the bottom of the pecking order. The peacocks slept one on each side of her, leaning on her, for months after we got them. If she realized they were not actually chickens, she did not care.

I hope Chicken Afterlife is full of wonderful things to eat, like styrofoam and uranium and nebulas and square roots and entropy and fulgarites, and nobody to take them away from her. And I’m glad all the new arrivals to Chicken Afterlife - scared and lost - will find a warm soft grouchy yellow fluffsphere who gives no fucks to sleep next to.


Chuuya explicitly declares that he attempted to kill Dazai in the past.

boi better give me a backstory quickly

(Scanlation credit: EGScans)

EDIT: Some people have been bringing up that Chuuya was simply saying that he would’ve killed Dazai if he was incompetent, nothing more. I don’t think this is the case. Look at how it’s drawn: in the top panel, they did the thing where they hid his eyes, and in the bottom they drew the scene so strikingly and vividly that I believe it’s suggesting something deeper.

Perhaps they got into spats in the past that wound up getting really intense, and that was what he was referring to. We just have to wait and see.

The Interrogation Room

SPN FanFic

~Officer Winchester has a few more questions for you…~

Dean x Reader

1,807 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Playfully Dom!Dean (trust me), bit o’spanking, handcuffs… ya know, SMUT.

A/N: Here’s your Pick-A-Smut 2.4K Winner! Special thank you to @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie​ for the beta!

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Dean shut the door and threw the deadbolt closed. The click echoed through the empty room, ricocheting off of the ugly green painted cement walls and ringing in your ears. The interrogation room was cold and dark; a single light fixture hung above the plain table, swaying in the breeze that Dean had created when he slammed the door shut.

You were pacing behind the table, fingers rubbing your temples as you went over the case. Something wasn’t adding up, something about the perp you’d just interviewed wasn’t sitting right with you. Your head was a jumble of facts, your body tense and aching, and then there was Dean, locking the door and grinning at you with that smirk you so loved. You knew exactly what that look meant, and while it did send a wave of heat through your core, you also knew you didn’t have time for his games.

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This question’s been sitting in my askbox for WEEKS now, apologies for taking so long to respond to this!

To preface this post it’s important to note: I’m not a professional, and don’t have professional experience.  All thoughts are based on personal opinion, preference, and prior experience designing characters for personal projects!

Click the jump for a big post with me rambling about character designs I do and don’t like, and why I do/don’t like them!

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Landscaping Tutorial: Awkwardly Placed Villagers

I was asked to do a tutorial on how I would landscape around villagers who plotted in either an awkward or just downright horrible place, and thankfully I had just the villager to use to do this. Hopefully this helps! As always, all information will be under the cut!

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Dean vs. Build-A-Bear

Requested by: @sea040561 (it’s not letting me tag you im screamin)
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1354 
Warnings: none!
Synopsis/request: Dean’s a dork who goes to build-a-bear for the readers birthday present. That’s it. 


Dean had been through a lot during the 38 years he had walked the Earth. In fact, sometimes he had a hard time keeping track of it all. There was the occasional apocalypse, wars between heaven and hell, purgatory, even God’s psycho sister had “graced” the Winchester with her presence. But never in his life did he expect to have stood in one of the most terrifying places on God’s Earth.

A freakin’ Build-A-Bear.

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lawyer! Wonwoo

Anon requested: “Lawyer! Wonwoo?”

  • can you just imagine 
  • Wonwoo with a business card that says ‘ATTORNEY JEON WONWOO’
  • works at the Pledis Firm 
  • and just has this little office on the second floor 
  • a simple dark wood furnished office with two book selves 
  • one with law book etc, and one he simply enjoys 
  • not really the type to wear a suit 
  • i mean he will in court 
  • but he really can’t be those people that come to work in expensive suits or whatever 
  • prefers sweaters 
  • 9 times out of ten in a v-neck sweater with a dress shirt underneath 
  • and occasionally when he’s feeling eccentric he’ll wear a half zip pull over or something 
  • always has on circle framed glasses because 
  • “they make him think better" 
  • no one really ever asked him though, because he looks 
  • HOT cough 
  • he’s not the best lawyer ever, or in the company 
  • obviously he’s pretty young 
  • but he’s up and rising 
  • just the way he handles cases is different of everyone else 
  • he is always calm, not a voice raised at all 
  • but he still speaks with the jury on an emotional level 
  • has this rule, 
  • only takes cases he believes in 
  • he’s not in it for the money, no not at all 
  • he just genuinely loves his job, and loves helping people
  • and even though he handles everything very level headed, professional, and cold hearted when needed
  • that doesnt mean every single case he does doesn’t touch the very bottom of his heart
  • “hey Wonwoo, the big guy assigned you to this one,” Seungcheol hands Wonwoo the file
  • “thanks” Wonwoo says, and immediately starts flipping through it * he has to read it twice honestly
  • no he’s not naive but , how can someone do something so horrible right?
  • your picture paper clipped to the file did not help either
  • you had been having problems lately
  • well its lot more than just a problem
  • you were just a college student trying to graduate this year top ish of the class
  • just studying hard and not letting getting into such a good college and this scholarship go to waste
  • but thats hard when this guy can’t stop harassing you
  • you sucked it up because like you really didnt need anything to blow up
  • until he put his hands on you
  • thats how you were half dragged to the police station but your friends within the next few days,
  • and filed a report
  • but of course that guy, actually had a LOT of money a lot actually
  • so easily that were able to get their case to fall in Jeon Wonwoo’s hands
  • and he wasnt about to fall for this bullshit
  • Wonwoo does his research, thoroughly
  • “I can’t take this case"
  • he boss looks up from his desk with raised eyebrows
  • “why not, they’re willing to pay a lot, i’ll hand it to someone else”
  • standing his ground, Wonwoo says firmly, “actually I would like to defend the opposing side instead”
  • “can they afford it?”
  • “I’m willing to work extra cases to make up for it, but just don’t take this one”
  • and with that he gets all your contact information, and arranges for you to meet with him
  • going there, your not sure what to expect
  • with a fluttering heart, your extremely thankful towards him
  • but your expecting a middle aged guy in a suit and styled hair from the professionalism in his voice
  • not a guy maybe 1 or 2 years older than you, in a sweater and harry potter glasses, with slightly disheveled hair from running his hands through it
  • “hi please take a seat” he smiles slightly
  • he looked pretty calm and professional
  • but um NO
  • he was shook inside because
  • your picture did not do you justice
  • the second you walked info his office he had to stop his eyes from widening
  • but he took his job and your case seriously
  • it didn’t matter what he felt
  • but gradually as the case continued, you felt yourself falling for him
  • the way he would always ask you what you wanted before making a move
  • “do you want to do this?”
  • you duck your head and stare at the hands in lap
  • staying silent for a moment, in thought
  • but your heads shoots up, eyes staring deeply into his
  • because his hands were grasping yours, and you saw how he softly took your hands in his
  • looking into your eyes, he realized this was a moment that would be considered inappropriate
  • but he didn’t care
  • “i want to do this” you say finally
  • squeezing your hands on last time before letting them go, he smiles and nods
  • the both of you are disappointed, not being able to hold the others hand longer
  • and in court, you saw a different side of Wonwoo, one that you admire
  • he stood with confidence, he talked with authority, he knew how to bring the jury to his side
  • you gripped the table nervously as the both of you sat side by side waiting
  • “it’s going to be okay, im not worried” he whispers in your ear
  • you breathe in and take your hands off the table
  • “then i wont be either, i believe in you”
  • sure enough
  • “the jury hereby finds the defendant, guiltily”
  • the midst of your excitement you bring him in for a hug
  • or does he bring you in your a hug
  • but thats irrelevant
  • pulling away, you smile
  • “thank you Wonwoo”
  • he hums, “you shouldn’t have to thank me”
  • now you guys are in his office alone
  • “i guess this is goodbye,” you say regretfully, about to turn around and leave the office
  • “it doesn’t have to be”
  • he walks over to you, who’s standing shocked, and shows a grin you’ve never seen before
  • and you love it
  • “let’s go do something tomorrow night, are you free?”
  • “i am” you cant help but show your excitement, the smile forming on your face
  • for a second you see his eyes shift from your face to your lips
  • before you can register it,
  • “your no longer my client, so this won’t matter” he says softly
  • leaning down, he presses his lips right at the corner of your mouth
  • just as he leans back, you pull him into a hug
  • and this one lasts a lot longer than your other one
  • he has his head in the crook of your neck
  • your head is resting on his chest comfortably, with no thoughts besides him and him only
  • pulling away you leave him with a smile and your parting words
  • “i really look forward to tomorrow”
  • he stands there for a moment after you leave collecting himself
  • he chuckles to himself,
  • “she’s so cute”

Originally posted by jeonheart


~admin seri

Sleeping Next to Jason

This wasn’t requested, but I made these up for myself while I was fruitlessly trying to fall asleep the night before my driver’s test, so enjoy!

Summary: What it’s like to fall asleep, sleep with, and wake up with Jason in bed.

Warning(s): Very Slight Mentions of NSFW

-Jason takes extra caution to make sure he takes off his bloodied and just overall dirty suit before crawling into bed.

-Most of the time he’ll take a shower as well, but it’s so obvious how tired he is after coming home that you’ll just coax him right to bed.

-Unless he smells, then you silently usher him to the bathroom and he gets the hint.

-This guy radiates heat, which in some cases is absolutely great.

-But when you get hot and scoot over more towards the edge of your side, he pulls you right back next to him, whether he’s awake or not.

-It’s rather random and odd, but it’s comforting for him to have his hand on your chest aka between your boobs/down your shirt.

-If you do wear shirts to bed his hand will be down your shirt, practically choking you, if it’s really tight he’ll approach from the bottom up.

-”Jay you’re choking me.” “Just trying to get kinky, babe.”

-He plays it off as if he just likes sleeping while grabbing your boobs/chest but in reality this big softie just likes to feel your heartbeat, even if he’s on the complete opposite side of the bed somehow his hand is still on your chest.

-If he has a nightmare he’ll instinctively curl right into you while sleeping. Waking up to Jason clinging to you for dear life was a bit startling at first but you just stroke his hair and calm him down before he wakes up.

-You never fight over space on the bed, but goodness gracious it’s an all out subconscious war over the blankets.

-Eventually it gets to the point where you have to buy blankets that are one size bigger than your bed. (Like king size blankets for a queen size bed.)

-You swear that nothing is as innocent as Jay’s sleeping face, just watching his angelic face sleep makes you wish you two had a baby already, so you can watch them both sleep side by side.

-Also, nothing in the world, not even mozzarella sticks, can compete with how satisfying Jason’s morning voice is.

-He is NOT a morning person, so chances are if he wakes up before you, he’ll still be in bed when you wake up.

-Morning cuddles are his specialty. You’re like his personal teddy bear, even though he’s the actual bear.

-Because he’s not a morning person, that usually means you won’t be getting breakfast in bed, though after the first time you did it for him, he made sure he got up to return the favor.

-Basically if you want breakfast in bed anytime soon, do it for him first, most of the time he just forgets how nice it is to be brought breakfast while still in bed until you do it for him and then he’s like “shit, they deserve this too.” hence why he’ll do it in return.

-He will stay in bed all day long if you (and crime) allow him to. He will pout if you can’t stay in bed with him.

-Add a dog (AND/OR A BABY) and snuggles just become 10,000x cuter.

-Jason’s pretty photogenic (as long as he’s not striking lewd poses, those are for the private collection ;) ) so snuggles are always great photo ops.

-He is definitely one of those people that when they sleep, just automatically entangle their body with their partner’s, like you’ll wake up with his face in your hair, one leg between yours, an arm under your body, and then a hand on your chest, and another hand goodness knows where else.