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“Did it hurt?” the fallen angel asked you and you peeked up from the book your were reading to look at him.

“What?”

“Did it hurt?” he repeated his question and proceeded to add when you raised an eyebrow at him “When you fell from heaven. Did it hurt?”

Either the smirk on his lips was contagious or you just liked this too much- much more than what you’d llike to admit.

“No” you said trying to put on a straight face “But I broke a nail crawling out of hell.”

“Which you should know, considering you were there” you added sassily but he only chuckled.

“Still playing hard to get?” he asked with a bigger smirk.

“I thought you’d know by now” you looked at him straight in the eyes “I am impossible to get”

“We’ll see that, angel” he said cheekily.

You fakely rolled your eyes at him “Oh we will, satan”

“Oh there will be one day. Mind my words-” he didn’t have time to complete his sentence as Dean walked in.

“No you mind my words, Luci.” you  and Sam let a small snicker at the nickname “If you keep it up like that you won’t live long to see that day come”

The threatening tone in Dean’s voice should have been a warning for him, to make him stop for even a little, but it certainly shuold not have made him laugh.

“Hey (Y/n), do you have a band-aid? Cause I scrapped my knee when I fell for you” and he just had to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

You could barely keep a snicker in but you tried to put on a serious face anyway “Really? I thought when you fell from heaven would have hurt more”

i cmae out as demi livebugssexual and thte gayss diddnt say i wa,s lgbt enouugh i cnat stop crryying theyh dont, kwno what its llike to onlyy be romanticlay attracted to anakin eatign lives bugsss,, thye dont undenrnstand,, what its liek to bbe kinkshhsamed for wanting anakin to feed yuo live bugs in your t,thrussy durin,ng se,x,,,, im shhakingn

lol I really need to make tumblr like a ONCE A WEEK, ONLY POSTING MY OWN CONTENT kind of thing because I literally am not productive and I get reeeaal anxious about not being productive when I’m on it all the time

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Dean bottoming for the first time and you findding out how much of a cock slut he is. And you love it so you start doing everything hes done to you from the moment you started dating to the present to him. and he finally knows what its llike to receive what is given aand he proposes right then and there as you cum in him and the ring is beautiful

I…

Honestly, I’m a total bottom…

Maybe, just maybe I can get myself to fuck my man…

Like 10 times maximum in our lives…cos I’m the bottom…and he only gets it on special occasions…

BUT…all of that…

Yes…

The feeling of a cock in his mouth, down his throat, slamming into the back and making him gag…

Dean’ll love choking on it slightly, the way u fuck his face…

And then the way you work him open…

He’s never had to look over his shoulder before…so when he’s bent over, looking at you, the way your so hungry to open him up…mmmm…

And then ur on him, cock fucking into his tight ass, chest on his back, sweating together…

Ur panting in his ear the way he usually does…

Ur biting him how he usually does, ur stroking his cock as ur pounding into his ass the way he usually does…

Then when ur cumming inside him, filling his ass up, Dean comes so damn hard…

He never knew how it felt to have someone shoot their cum inside him…but damn, it feels good…

And when it’s leaking out of his sore, raw asshole? Fuck…

But then u get on ur knees…

Sucking ur cum out of his ass and slurping…

His ass is already so damn sensitive…but then ur tongue is fucking into him again and he’s a moaning mess…

And that’s just the start of it all…

Toys, buttplugs, dildos, vibrators, beads, everything u can use, u do…

And by the end of the night, or morning seeing as it’s been hours and hours…he’s tired…

Basically asleep…

But then he remembers that tiny ring in his pocket…

He can barely walk after the way you’ve used his hole…

But he makes it, collapses on the bed and just places the box on ur chest…

‘For u. Marry me’.

That’s all he says before he falls asleep, completely exhausted from all the times u made him cum…

If it's you, I think I could do it - a Naruto x Sasuke drabble

Uuh, I wrote again… I don’t KNOW it just begged to be written! Who cares that I have an exam tomorrow… maybe I should care… let this be a testament to my care level at the moment.

Summary: Sasuke really has no clue what’s going on but he’s adaptable.

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Sasuke sat on the bench, thinking it was getting rather cold. It was getting dark, too. To his left, Naruto wouldn’t stop fidgeting, and heaving a sigh he decided he’d had enough of it.

“Stop fidgeting.”

He got a glare for that, which he supposed was standard behavior.

“Dammit Sasuke, I’ll fidget if I want! In fact, I have a lot to fidget about!”

Amused despite knowing better, Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he leaned back against the bench, bending a knee to fit one foot on the seat.

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Naruto said, voice dripping with obvious sarcasm, “Maybe you should read the mood and you’ll figure it out.”

Keep reading

you come across a beautiful girl, and she makes you drink lattes in the back of a bookshop as her crossed legs keep bumping into yours, and you find that it warms you up more than your drink does. you come across a magnificent girl, and you try on floral printed dresses together in Marshall’s, and you have to pretend you’re cold to mask the goosebumps when she emerges. you come across an alluring girl, and you drive while she screeches song lyrics in the passenger’s seat, her hair whipping into her eyes as she does. you come across a stupendous girl, and you shiver when she touches your arm, and you lick your lips when she whispers in your ear.

you come across a charming girl, and you taste her laugh and vodka in the corner of her mouth when you kiss. you come across a regretful girl, and she wakes up with a splitting headache and seemingly no recollection of the night before. you come across an ashamed girl, and she conceals the scent of your perfume on her with a veil of cologne. you come across a flustered girl, and she pulls away every time your hands graze, as if she could feel the same lightning that you do. you come across a disheartened girl, whom you can never find again, despite how many coffees you drink in bookshops.
—  you come across a beautiful girl, and you find your tongue can only ever say her name.

SERIOUS BUSINESS WITCH TIP: oh my god, label your shit. label your bottles. even if youre llike, oh, i’ll remember what this is: no you won’t. label it. go do that right now. i’ll wait