put that shirt down

IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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Harry Hook - Best Friend

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

Requested By: Anon and @starwarsphantomlover

Request: Jealous Harry.

Authors Note: To the Anon that requested it end in fluff, I hope you’re okay with the ending! It’s not all that fluffy, but it’s all I could come up with, especially with putting two similar requests together! But I still hope you enjoy! Also, I’m very aware that the ending of this is kind of rushed and I apologize!

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“Thank you SO much Gil! I really appreciate you taking over my shift!” You exclaimed, your hand reaching out and taking your friends hand as you made your way off the lower part of the dock.

“No problem, Y/N!” He smiled, his voice so full of enthusiasm that it sounded as though he was going to burst. “You’ve been put on watch every night this past week. I think you could use a break.”

You laughed, your shoulders bouncing in a ‘what can you do’ type shrug before slouching in acknowledgement. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you start a fight with Uma.” 

Gil let out a giant laugh, his eyes lighting up in childlike innocence before nudging you in the side.

“Yeah, I guess.” He agreed, quickly taking his sword out of his belt and laying it on his chair. “But you better be careful. She might try to throw you overboard next time, and I don’t think Harry would be able to stop her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, the image of Harry even trying to stand up to Uma roaming your mind and making you laugh. 

“Harry would let Uma throw me overboard without a second thought.” You joked, not once meaning your words, but knowing that Gil would find them hilarious. 

Gil let out a small giggle, his shoulder nudging yours once again as he led you back into Ursulas Fish and Chips and toward your dorm. 

“Anyway, thanks again, Gil! I really do appreciate this!” You proclaimed, your arms wrapping around Gils’ waist in a friendly hug. “I promise I’ll pay you back somehow.” You playfully winked, the joking nature of your friendship with Gil as innocent as it was flirty. 

“With what? Candy? Popcorn? Candy AND popcorn?” 

“All of it you can eat.” You replied, a small laugh escaping your lips before gently pulling away from him and making your way into your room.

You let out an exhausted sigh, the air heavy against your skin as it warmed you from the cold wetness of the dock. Breathing in deeply, you removed your belt and walked towards your drawer, your hands reaching down and removing you shirt as you prepared to change out of your ‘watch’ clothes. 

Then, suddenly and without any type of warning, a loud bang rang through your room, the sound catching you off guard and making you stop in your tracks. Lifting your shirt so that it covered your barley covered chest, you reached down and grabbed your sword, immedietly pointing towards the entrance and at whoever dared to barge into your room without a reason. That’s when you saw your best friend Harry standing at your door, his eyes staring straight into yours as he completely disregarded the fact that he had walked in on you in a personal state. 

“What the hell, Harry!? I could have killed you!” You shreiked, immedietly throwing down your sword and putting on your shirt.

“C’mon, love. You and I both know that that would never happen.” He slurred, his accent thick and rich in your ears as he made his way inside and shut the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes, quickly making your way over to your bed in order to take off your shoes. 

“Yeah, whatever. What are you doing here?” 

Harry breathed in deeply before making his way closer to you, his eyes showing an intense amount of anger that you weren’t used to seeing from him. 

“What’s your problem?” You questioned, a light giggle leaving your lips as you assumed he came to rant about something Uma made him do.

Harry cocked his head to the side, his lips curling into a playful smile as he stood mere inches from you. 

“Are you and Gil dating now?” He questioned, anger and sarcasm heavy on his voice as his darlky outlined eyes bored straight into yours. 

“No.” You laughed, immedietly pushing him out of your way and heading to your closet to put away your shoes. 

You had never even considered the idea of you and Gil dating, and you didn’t understand why anyone else would either. Gil was one of your best friends, and you did seem to playfully flirt with him a lot, but still. Everyone on the Isle knew that you’ve had a thing for Harry for years now. You were in love with him and it was completely obvious.

To everyone but Harry, that is.

“Really?” Harry suddenly continued to question, the glare from his hook bouncing off the wall and shining into your eyes as he made his way over to you. “Then what’s with all the hugging, huh? And the flirty comments?” He asked, leaning against the wall beside you. “I saw you just now, and people don’t talk like that with people that are just friends.”

“Then you obviously don’t have very many friends, do ya stud?” You joked, a small shrug leaving your shoulders as you heard him give you an angry sigh. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Harry. Gil and I aren’t dating.” You continued, not understanding why he would care so much about it in the first place. “Besides, why is it any of your business who I date?”

Harry looked at you in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed in a strange mixture of shock and anger before he leaned away from the wall and hovered over you.

“Damn, Y/N. Are you really that blind?” He seethed, his voice so full of venom that you felt as though you’d been bitten.

“Hey, back off.” You demanded, completely confused as to what had made Harry so mad at you all of a sudden. You and Harry had had plenty of fights during your friendship, but he had never been angry at you. Not like this. 

But the fact that he was angry at you wasn’t even the problem. It was what he was angry about. He had no reason to question you about your completely non-romantic relationship with Gil, and if anyone had a right to be mad, it was you for his complete inability to see that the only person you wanted to date was standing right in front of you.

“What the hell’s your problem, Harry? Why are you questioning me all of a sudden?” You asked, quickly walking over to him and poking him in the chest. “Besides, you may be my best friend, but you don’t have the right to get angry with me about something as personal as dating. That’s none of your business.”

“Best friend? Just…seriously, Y/N? Don’t you see that that’s the problem!” He scoffed, his eyes becoming glassy as his anger turned into disbelief.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, confusion filling your face as you questioned why your friendship was suddenly a problem for him.

“Because…” He started loudly, his voice fading to a whisper as he realized what he was about to say. “Because I just…” He continued, not being able to find the right words as his eyes traveled across your confused stricken face. “Oh, screw it.” He breathed, his hands suddenly reaching out and bringing his face towards yours.

Letting out a surprised squeal, you couldn’t help the shock that crossed your face as Harry’s lips connected with yours. You were frozen for a moment, your eyes wide open and looking into space before you finally gave in and kissed him back.

The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of sweat and saltwater heavy on your tongue as you pulled him closer to you. Harry pressed against you softly, his hands quickly leaving your face and wrapping around your waist as he lightly dug his hook into your lower back.

Giving you a relieved sigh, Harry removed his hook from behind your back and pressed you against the wall, his hot tongue immedietely making its way towards your lips as your nails ran diligently down his sides.

Letting out a gasp, you pulled away, the need for air becoming too strong as your mind tried to register what exactly was going on. 

“I…I um…” You started, your speech completely gone as you tried to figure out what to say.  “I..I -”

“That,” Harry interrupted, his face mere inches from yours as he continued to press against you. “That’s why I wanted to know.”

I just fucking had a vivid flashback of the one time I was watching Cry’s edit stream and I had to leave do boring bureaucracy shit around the city, so I wrote in chat “See you later chat, Cry, gotta go do adult shit”

And as I got up to get dressed, mid way I hear him quietly reading my message in chat, before yelling loudly “BYE, GOOD LUCK MAKING YOUR PORNO”

and honestly that sick burn still haunts me to this day

Reasons why I need top surgery;

Reasons why I need top surgery;
1. To not have to wear a binder every single day of my existence after 3.5 years
2. To wear white/see through t-shirts without having to worry about people seeing my binder
3. To wear those really douchy vests
4. To not have to be so specific in which t-shirts I buy
5. To not stare in the mirror for ages making sure I’m flat at every angle
6. To get out of the shower and not have to wait around so I’m dry enough to put my binder on
7. To wear button down shirts without having a weird bump
8. To wear a shirt and tie and for the tie to fall flat
9. To not have a binder push my body so my hips are more prominent
10. To not feel a constant pressure around my ribs
11. To not have weird bit chest hanging on the sides of my binder
12. To have hugs and fully feel them against my chest
13. To not worry when people tap/rub my back and feel my binder
14. To experience how different materials feel on my chest and back
15. To feel flat enough
16. To actually have nothing between my chest and clothes
17. To stay over someone’s house and not worry about binding
18. To not have to experience taking a binder off before I sleep
19. To wake up and not feel exposed because I’m not wearing a binder
20. To lie in bed and not feel anything on my chest
21. To not have permanent marks from my binder on my body
22. To not worry about people touching my chest
23. To just get out of bed when a parcel arrives rather than scrambling to put a binder on
24. To not be so damn hot all the time
25. To look in the mirror and be happy with what I see
26. To not dread having a bath/shower
27. To do sport and not feel like I’m going to die
28. To go swimming shirtless
29. To be shirtless in my own home
30. To exercise and not worry about changing binders
31. To be able to breathe easily
32. To feel freedom
33. To be able to walk around in just boxers
34. To lie with someone without a shirt on
35. To not have to buy another binder
36. To stand up tall
37. To wear a backpack comfortably
38. To feel comfortable in changing rooms
39. To move on and start living my life
40. To make my body feel like home

https://youtu.be/B4FnOrq4Ee0 Video here made about list
Tear You Apart

Requested: No

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Warning: Swearing, smut, tw: blood

A/N: This is my first song based work and im proud of how it turned out!! also i really recommend Hemlock Grove on Netflix!! Even if you’re not into vampires and werewolves(thats basically what its about) it still has a good plot with well developed characters!!

   Walking down the hall you caught sight of Shelly Godfrey. You grinned and said hi. She have you a soft smiled.

   "Hey.“ She typed out. You felt eyes burning into the back of your head and turned to see Roman watching you from across the hall. You waved and said goodbye the Shelly. Roman came over to his sister and gave her a quick hug.

   "I’ll be back.” He said digging in his pocket.

   "Where are you going?“ She asked.

   "For a smoke. See you later.”

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

   You walked down the path watching as the burnt orange and fiery red leaves fell silently to the ground. The faint sounds of a soccer coah yelling to his team mingled with the sound of the leaves crunching beneath you. You held onto your backpack straps tightly as you looked around at the quaint houses and yards. You like Hemlock Grove because of this. Everyone and everything here is peaceful. You continued to walk until you came to the opening of the alleyway you usually go through to get home. You felt your heart fall when you noticed the squeaky clean Jaguar XK150 parked to the side. You looked down the street to your left, wondering if the extra two miles were worth it.

   "Nope.“ You said sighing and taking a deep breath. You began walking forward and clenched your teeth when you heard the moaning coming from within the car.

   "Oh god Roman!” The girl screamed. You the closer you got the more you could hear. As you passed by you heard a horrible tearing sound as the bottom of your backpack ripped and everything fell to the floor. You groaned in frustration both at that and the fact that while you gathered your things you’d have to listen to them. You bent down and began picking up your things when their moans died down and girl stumbled out of the car with some cash in her hand and her shirt halfway on. She looked at you and scoffed.

   "We’re you listening to us? Freak.“ She said fixing her clothes. You looked over and made direct eye contact.

   "You’re going to walk away. Now.” You said looking back at your stuff. You watched her walk away out of the corner of your eye and quickly looked down where you heard the drivers door open and close.

   "Y/N?“ You heard Roman ask. You looked over to see him place a cigarette in his mouth and put on his shirt. His gaze flickered to your upper lip back up as he approached you. You whipped under your nose and pulled away your hand to see blood. He found himself looking at you often. Since you’d met, your beauty and fiesty personality had caught his eye. He didn’t want to call it a crush, but he knew thats what it was.

It’s only just a crush, it’ll go away
It’s just like all the others it’ll go away
Or maybe this is danger and he just don’t know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow

   You sighed. Not enough practice. Using your abilities was new to you. Being an Upir seemed more difficult than it was worth. You stood up.

   "Got any napkins or something?” You asked avoiding his predatory gaze.

   "Yeah. In the glove box.“ He said watching you as you got in the passenger seat and opened the glove box. You looked in the side mirror and began whipping away the blood. You were surprised Roman wasn’t alarmed. Even if he didn’t know he was Upir, it should raise a red flag that someone had similar issues. The driver door opened and Roman put your things in the small back area. You looked over at him in confusion.

   "What are you doing?” You asked throwing the tissues on the ground.

   "Taking you home.“ He said closing his door.

   "Since when?” You asked reaching to get her things. He grabbed your arm and stopped you

   "You know most people would say thank you and except the ride.“ He said pushing your arm away. You crossed your arms and glared at him.

   "Well I’m not like most people.” You spat. He groaned.

   "Are you gonna get out then? Or are you gonna close the door and shut up?“ He said waiting impatiently. You rolled your eyes and closed the door.

   "Don’t ask me to get in your car and tell me to shut up Roman.” You growled. He looked over and you and chuckled.

   "You know most girls would love for me to give them a ride.“ He said. You snorted.

   "Well most girls would also get on their knees for you anywhere.” You said feeling your anger towards him bubble up. He was so arrogant. You hated that you liked him. You didn’t want to be used by him. Not like everyone else. You deserved more than that. He quirked an eyebrow.

   "And you wouldn’t?“ He said leaning in closer. You could feel his agitation flowing from him as he challenged you. You met him halfway until you were inches apart.

   "No.” You said simply. He crashed his lips to yours angerly. And much to his surprise, you didn’t pull away.

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last
Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like

   You ran your hand through his hair and tugged eliciting a groan from him. As a fellow Upir you knew exact what he wanted, what he was missing from the sex he’d been having. He guided you onto his lap and moved from your lips to your neck. You planted your hands on his shoulders and threw your head back to give him better access. He gripped your hips tightly as he sucked on your neck. You could feel the hunger radiating from his touch. You grinded against the growing tent in his pants drawing out a groan from him. You felt him bite your neck, hard. You winced and smiled as you felt blood spread. Roman pulled away and looked up at you. He serched your face for a sign of distress. You looked over his blood covered mouth and grinned down at him.

   “Well don’t stop.” You teased bending down to kiss him again. You moaned at the taste of your blood on his tongue.

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

  You pulled away and removed your top. Romans eyes darted to the freshly exposed skin. You wached him expectantly and he got the hint. He threw off his t-shirt and began unbuckling his belt. You kicked off your pants and underwear and turned your attention back to Roman. He grabbed your hips and helped lower you onto his throbbing length. You adjusted for a second and then began bouncing. He met you half way and thrusted harshly. You cried out and he reached around  to unhook your bra and it fell to the floor. He rubbed one nipple between his fingers and used his other hand to rub your clit. You placed one hand on the window as you rode him to keep you steady. He bit his lip as he watched you and you watched as blood began to dribble down his chin. You felt something inside of you twitch and you heard your pulse pounding in your ears. You hungrily licked and suck at his neck and chin, tasting every drop. You moved back up to his lips and shuttered as your blood and his mixed. His tounge explored the inside of your mouth as his hands explored your body. He angled his hips slightly and brushed your g-spot. A moan tore from the back of your throat. You placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled away to draw a breath. He tilted his head back and you made quick work of nipping at his neck. The first taste of blood made you hungry. This taste made you starving. You couldnt help but whine as he pressed harder on your clit.

I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I wanna fucking tear you apart

   “Your cunts tighter than I thought babe.” He groaned pulling your hips down and bottoming out. He held you still as you squirmed against him. He began pounding into you relentlessly and your moans became screams. Your body grew hot and you clenched around him. You came screaming his name. He shuddered and came inside of you, slowing down and riding out his orgasm. You slipped off of him and he watched as his seed spilled out of you and down your thighs. He looked up at you.

   “That was hot. But shouldn’t we-”

   “On the pill.” You said cutting him off and getting off his lap and back into the passenger seat. He nodded. You picked up your panties and he snatched them from you. “Hey!” You said reaching to grab them back. He tssked at you and chuckled.

   “These are mine now.” He said smugly putting them in his pocket and zipping up his jeans.

   “Now why is that?” You asked crossing your arms. He looked over at your chest as he did his belt.

   “Don’t cross your arms. I like looking at your perfect tits.“ He said making you laugh.

   "Never have been good at compliments. And if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re avoiding my question.” You said picking up your bra and putting it on. He looked down as he grabbed his shirt.

   "I’m not.“ You smirked.

   "Roman Godfrey! You have a crush on me!” You said. He shook his head.

   "You sound ridiculous and juvenile you know that?“ He said pulling a cig from the box in between the seats. You grinned.

   "No I can tell! You haven’t kicked me out! You make every other girl leave right after. And I’m still here.” You said snagging uo your panties he’d left in his lap. You put them on and looked over at him.

   "I’m giving you a ride home.“ He argued. You rolled your eyes.

   "Yeah but why?” You continued, slipping on your pants. He just shook his head and lit his cigarette. He started the car and you basked in your smugness. Knowing you had cornered him. He began out of the alley and towards your house. The car ride was fast amd quiet. You gathered your things and got out of the car. You leaned through the open window.

   "Thanks for the ride and stuff.“ You said. He smiled at you.

   "Anytime y/n. And maybe you’re right. I do like you.” He said driving away quickly. You watched the small red car drive away with a smiled plastered to your face.

The furnace is broken. When Nursey goes downstairs to do laundry, Dex has his toolbox out. There’s a smear of grime down the side of his face and smudges on his light gray t-shirt.

“What, no music?” Nursey asks, piling his clothes in the washer.

Dex shakes his head.

“How’s it going?”

Dex shrugs.

Nursey pours in detergent, turns the water temperature to cold, and starts the cycle. “Are you okay?”

Dex looks away. “I don’t actually know how to fix furnaces. I’m just guessing here.”

“Is there someone you can call?” Nursey asks.

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DATING MARK OR basically boyfriend!mark

im even ready for this asdfghjkl;

  • bro mark would be so freaking perfect as boyfriend 
  • like he would be so into calling each other “babe” because it’s so freaking cute NOT TO MENTION HE WOULD GIVE YOU THAT CUTE ASS SMILE LIKE THE ONE ABOVE
  • lots of hand holding especially around the other members
  • ESPECIALLY AROUND BAMBAM BC THAT BOY IS SOOOOOO TOUCHYYYYY 
  • normal conversations in English that somehow drift into Korean and you guys are just speaking a mixture of both  
  • lots and lots and lots of KISSES
  • I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THAT BOY HAS LIPS AND HE WILL PUT THEM TO USE 
  • cute goodmorning/goodnight calls because he prefers listening to your voice before he goes to sleep and right before he wakes up 
  • random ugly snaps in the middle of the day, whether he’s on tour, at practice JUST WHENEVER OKAY  
  • back hugs
  • back hugs 
  • did i say back hugs 
  • BC BACK HUGSSSSSS 
  • THIS BOY WILL LOVE TO PRESS HIMSELF AGAINST YOU WHENEVER POSSIBLE 
  • NOT TO MENTION WHEN YOU’RE IN ONE OF HIS SHIRTS OR BIG ASS SWEATERS 
  • *calms down* dEEP BREATHS 
  • datessssss 
  • i feel like you and mark would have lots of dates
  • but like not the types where you always go out and do something 
  • more of the stay at home and watch a movie and make cookies type
  • but of course there would be the casual ones like taking coco for a walk WITH POOR EOMMA YOUNGJAE CALLING EVERY SECOND WONDERING WHERE THEY KIDNAPPED HIS POOR BABY 
  • and there would be the dates where Jackson would tag along mostly because you could never say no to him simply because he was annoying as fuckkk
  • there would also those dates where we have jinyoung spamming mark because that’s his man and you have no right just “taking him and seducing him” 
  • but back to being serious and to what all you lil hoes have been waiting for  S I N 
  • so basically sex with mark would be special
  • you guys would have restless nights of love making 
  • meaningful love bites trailing down your chest and thighs 
  • sweet whispers of i love you’s 
  • lots and lots of ass grabbing 
  • lets be S E R I O U S mark tuan is an ass person 
  • but he would love each and every single inch of your body
  • but of course mark tuan isn’t anything but vanilla in bed 
  • 95% of the time you guys aren’t whispering sweet nothings into each others ears you’re moaning curse words out loud keeping up you’re neighbors for the 3rd night in a row
  • which one of the main reasons you don’t sleep over at the dorms half of the time
  • heavy breathing and tiny lil whimpers coming out of his mouth simply because YOU WORK HIM SOOO GOOD!!!!!!!111!!1!!!!!!
  • long line of curse words leaving each others mouths with moans coming right after each one of them 
  • finishing each other still feeling as euphoric as you did in the moment
  • mark picking up his t shirt and putting in on you and laying you back down taking you into his embrace 
  • staring at each other in silence as he strokes your hair feeling lucky as ever because you’re his girl and he’s yours while feeling content over the fact that his family may be thousands of miles away but he has never felt so at home laying down next you in each others embrace 
  • thinking about the future but not to far into it because all he knows is that he wants you by his side forever and that’s all he is asking for
  • being perfect in each others eyes
  • OKAY IM GONNA STOP BC MY HEART IS NOT OKAY JUST KNOW MARK TUAN IS A PERFECT ANGEL THAT DESERVES THE WORLD  

                                                                      ~ Erica

PS. DON’T FORGET TO REQUEST MORE OF THESE OR WHATEVER YOU GUYS WANT!!! ly

Proving her wrong

the reader and Ivar are childhood friends and she finds out what happened between Ivar and Margarethe and proves to him she was wrong plus puts Sigurd in his place about tormenting Ivar  

warning: smut/fluff it gets explicit and VERY light BDSM and some cussing

words:2089

Ivar x reader

Tagged:@heathen-army

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a v small AU where Uraraka is the star of a softball team!! her teammates call her Infinity Girl bc she has the highest ever streak record of home runs~ ^^

(disclaimer is i’ve never played softball a day in my life lmao, also I may do some of the other girls too bc i have a few ideas if anyone is interested~)

voltron season 3 episode predictions
  • shiro falls out of the ceiling tiles and into allura’s arms, along with 15 armed rebels and a couple of vegetables from earth. the entire episode is just him screaming, allura screaming, the paladins screaming, and the black lion kicking them all out. they never really figure out how exactly shiro got into the ceiling tiles but shiro says it has something to do with the vegtables.
  • the reunion episode between matt holt and shiro is just a complicationed dance routine with sam and pidge looking on in a mixture of shame and contempt. it has been months since they last saw each other. how do they know this. the entire dance is just the whole episode.
  • lotor is just a tiny alien in a huge mech suit, and once the paladins figure that out they put him in a glass jar and now hes a decortive item in the castle. the joke is that youre supposed to move it every time you see him to freak out someone. this ends badly as keith once woke up with it shoved down his shirt, and all of lance’s creams got replaced by several bad duplications of the jar. pidge is a master at this game as they can crawl through vents and place the jar of screaming prince lotor anywhere undetetced. 
  • shiro’s makeup bag gets replaced by alien substances and winds up geting posioned because he used some crushed berries as eyeliner, and the episode is him runnin though the castle, arm activated and destroying a couple of walls looking for his damned eyeliner. allura helps.
  • hunk and pidge are working on shiros arm (which needed maintenance or something) and they discover it can be turned into any body part. they accidently turn it into a foot and cant change it back so its just shiro walking around the castle like normal only its a foot.
  • the cow, which had wandered off on its own in the castle, gets an entire episode thats just from the cow’s point of view. it raids the kitchen at night and loves the food goo. it crawls though the vents and often scares the heck out of pidge. it has a collection of stuff it stole, like several of keiths knifes, lances moisturizer, a rolling stones album, several pens and socks, an entire altean ballgown, and coran’s ponytail bands. prince lotor in a jar eventually winds up in it but no one cares.
  • lance does DOFA deez nuts on allura at least once. the episode consists of pidge and lance memeing the other paladins. 
  • at one point someone adopts an alien cat. it hates hunk but loves keith. keith hates it and hunk loves it.
  • “every time you kill zarkon, theres a tinier zarkon that you can kill eaiser behind it. after you kill the last one, you become a god.” “lance put the redbull coffee down and put your shirt back on before i throw you into the pool.”
  • hunk swears, and everyone just stares. they suspect that hes a galra in disguise and try to anbush him while hes making cookies.
  • the paladins get into another time loop only when they get out of it, shiro and matt are 10 year olds, hunk lance and keith are maybe 4, and pidge is an infant. the episode is just allura, coran, and samuel holt just taking care of the children with their giant robot cats that also seemed to revert to kittens. lotor in a jar makes an appearence but its just him screaming for a couple minutes.

Kidneys? No. Baby!

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

*GIF NOT MINE*


News for Harry

Warnings: a little cheeky, but no smut


You laid in your bed sleeping soundly with a smile on your face next to your loving fiancé.


Harry was laying there rubbing your cheekbone softly with his thumb admiring your many qualities as you slept dreaming of him.


He couldn’t believe he was going to marry you in a couple of months and make you his forever


After remembering last nights events when you got home from girls night he couldn’t resist himself anymore and started peppering soft kisses, first on your forehead, your cheek, lips, this last one causing you to startle a bit in your sleep and he smirked kissing down your jaw, grabbing your hip softly and pulling you closer to him.


You moaned softly, when he started kissing your sweet spot on your neck “Harry” you moaned in your sleep


“Baby girl” he sung softly sucking softly starting to form a hickey on your neck


“Harry” you giggled and woke up, biting your lip “Babe you couldn’t wait until I woke up” you put your hand on his shoulder


“No lovely yeh looked so irresistible and innocent while sleeping” he bit and licked over your fresh hickey


You pulled away “I am innocent” you raised your eyebrows at him


“Mhmm sure babe and I’m Mick Jagger” he giggled


“Whatever Harry” you rolled your eyes playfully and traced your fingers over his tattoos “You’re so handsome H” you smiled and kissed his chest softly


Harry moaned softly and put two fingers on your chin, pulling your face towards him and he kissed you softly


You giggled in the kiss and kissed him back softly, running your fingers through his hair, tugging softly


All of a sudden during your makeout session you were straddling him and begun feeling sick “Babe” you tried to pull away, but he pulled you closer “Harry stop!”


He pulled away and sat up “What petal? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong” he grabbed your hands


You shook your head and put your hand over your mouth, running to the bathroom emptying your stomach of the contents it used to have


Harry rushed to your side and rubbed your back “Did you drink too much with the girls last night?”


You shook your head no “I didn’t drink at all” you groaned, throwing up again


“Oh petal I already know you drink everytime you have a girls night” he chuckled because he thought you were lying to him


This annoyed you and you wiped your mouth turning your head to him “No Harry I didn’t, you know why cause I can’t drink” you said annoyingly


“What do you mean you can’t drink anymore babes? Something with your kidneys?”


You rolled your eyes at his obliviousness “No baby” you sighed “I wanted to tell you in a different way than this, but Harry…” you closed your eyes, trying to figure out if you should tell him


“What baby?” he pouted


“I’m pregnant Harry” you looked at him


Shock took over his facial features and he was speechless


“H say something please” you pouted


“I’m going to be a dad?!” he smiled from ear to ear and gave you a huge hug


You giggled “Yes Harry and the best dad ever” you felt relief at how happy he was


“Oh my gosh Y/N now we can use the extra room and make it into a nursery” He giggled with excitement and pulled you in for a kiss


You pulled away “Gross Harry i need to brush my teeth” you groaned and stood up brushing your teeth


“Better than your morning breath” he joked and smacked your bum causing you to turn around and hit his chest playfully


“Ouch babe I’m just joking” he giggled


You noticed his stare lingering in the mirror and he was taking in your features again “Damn the thought of you being pregnant with our child for some reason really turns me on” he wrapped his arms around your waist, looking at you with lust filled eyes


“Hey calm down there tiger mama needs to cook breakfast little bean and I are hungry” you smiled and put a hand on your tummy, rubbing it softly


“Aw I love that little bean” he smiled widely and kissed your cheek


“Well that’s the size of our baby right now” you giggled


“Fine but before we eat I want to talk to little bean” he sat you down at the end of your bed and got on his knees, lifting your shirt and rubbing your tummy


“Hurry we’re so hungry” you whined over exaggeratingly


“Hi there little bean it’s your daddy. I’m so happy to have you. I promise to be the best daddy ever and let me tell you, that you have the prettiest and loveliest mama in this whole world. I can’t wait to finish my album and you and mama can be the first ones to here it. We love you so much and you treat mama well in there” he put your shirt back down and kisses your tummy and stood up “I love you baby” he leaned down and kissed you


“I love you too H” you kissed him back “Well over breakfast you can help me find a new wedding dress because I won’t be so skinny by the time of our wedding” you giggled


“Done deal love” he lead you downstairs holding your hand and made breakfast for him, you, and little bean


The rest of the day was spent looking at new dresses and cuddles with watching endless disney movies, while harry rubbed your tummy and talking about your plans with little bean


A/N: Okay this one definitely isn’t as well written as my first one! Ughhh! Hopefully the next one will be way better! Thank you all for the support on my last story it was more than I expected!! Again I can’t thank @all-the-love-harold for helping me get started! All the Love ❤️

Phil's Prank | 17.08.17
  • Dan holds out his hand for Phil to place another thing for him to guess, like the What's in my hand challenge.
  • Phil: Last one. Eyes closed. Ready?
  • Dan: What are you doing to do? Are you going to put a banana down my shirt?
  • Phil sprays Dan with his succulent hydration pump thingy. Dan barely startles but Phil bursts out in high pitched laughter. Dan looks at him fondly.
  • Phil: I got you with a prank...
  • Dan: Okay, did you get me
  • Phil: I sprayed you in the face!
  • Dan: Oh, you got me so hard there.
  • Phil continues with his gleeful laughter.
  • Dan: *high pitched voice* Does that count as getting someone with a prank? Actually...
  • Someone in the chat: Yes, Phil!
  • Dan: Actually, I'm just well-hydrated now. I didn't even dislike that.
  • Phil: Did that not like make you jump?
  • Dan: Nah, mate, I'm wearing a hat.
  • Phil: What?
  • Dan: This is two main channel videos that could be. What's in your hand challenge and the pranking my friend with the succulent atomiser prank.
  • Phil: I didn't even want to play that game that much. It was all leading up to spraying you in the face.
  • Both continue to smile and chuckle like idiots.
  • Someone in chat: Good job, Phil.
  • Phil: Thanks.

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Soulmate AU where Lena covers up her mark because she doesn't want to be rejected by her soulmate too

Most people in the world don’t have soul marks, because most people in the world don’t need a soulmate. Lionel is drunk when he explains this to Lena, though she won’t realize that until she’s much older, looking back on the memory with all the clarity of an adult.

“Some people are a little easier to love than we are, Lena,” he tells her heavily. “It doesn’t take anyone special to do it - there are thousands of people who could love them. But you’re like me, I’m afraid - you’re damn smart, but you’re never going to be lovable.”

He shows Lena his soul mark, a thin geometric shape on his collar, and Lena traces her tiny fingers over it, curious. It doesn’t look like hers at all - hers is on her stomach, made up of soft curves and swoops that remind her somehow of birds.

She is only 5 years old, and she’s only been living with the Luthors for a year. She is pleased to be invited into Lionel’s big study, with the heavy tan globe that she can spin around on its heavy base. She is pleased to hear him say that she is like him, and to find out they have something in common. It feels a little like belonging.

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Number 9+5 with jungkook please:))))))

Prompt request: “Will you be quiet!?” + “I made my baby cry!”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

Summary: Usually, Jungkook finds your loudness an endearing and cute quality. But today is not one of those days. After crashing at Jungkook’s apartment, you wake up to find him studying. Despite trying your best not to disturb him, you still can’t manage to keep quiet.

Word count: 1.5k words


Stretching your arms across the soft fabric of Jungkook’s sheets, you yawned and roused slowly. Last night, you had been studying with your boyfriend when a rainstorm made it too difficult to get home. Graciously, Jungkook had offered you his bed while he slept on the couch–you had only just begun dating and didn’t want to make it awkward.

Still, as you rose from the bed dressed in one of Jungkook’s old t-shirts, you couldn’t help but feel a little too domestic for a budding romance.

As you crept forwards, you landed on a floorboard that creaked loudly, cutting through the peaceful silence of the room. Wincing, you continued on quickly. You opened the door and stepped into the hallway, jumping as the sound of the door ricochetting off the walk echoed through Jungkook’s flat.

“Y/N?” Jungkook called out from somewhere, unseen. “Are you up?”

“Yep!” you chirped, emerging from the hallway. Jungkook was sitting on the couch, laptop perched on top of his thighs and textbooks scattered around him. His hair was messy, ruffled from sleep. You walked up behind Jungkook and pecked the top of his head. “Still studying?”

Jungkook nodded soundlessly, fingers typing furiously as his eyes scanned his textbook at a rapid speed.

Smiling to yourself, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and made your way into the kitchen. “I’m just going to eat something before I head out,” you said as you walked away.

“Sure,” Jungkook responded, sounding preoccupied. Understandably so–midterms were rapidly approaching.

Standing on the tips of your toes, you searched through Jungkook’s cabinets, trying to locate the utensils you needed. The dishes clanked as you retrieved a bowl that was stored higher on the shelves. Next, you rooted through the drawers, trying to find a spoon.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook began a little apologetically, craning his head to look at you from the living room. “You’re kinda loud, and I just need to focus right now.”

“Oh, of course!” you responded. You placed a finger over your lips. “I’ll be quiet.”

A box of cereal was on the countertop already, pressed flush against the backsplash. It was one of those bland, fibrous ones that was actually healthy. Figures Jungkook would eat that kind of thing. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a carton of milk and poured it into your bowl of cereal. There wasn’t enough milk, so the majority of the cereal remained dry.

Whatever, you weren’t picky.

You tossed the empty carton into the recycling bin, and it collided with the contents already inside. A few cans tumbled to the bottom of the bin, clanging loudly as they went.

“Sorry!” you squeaked, your arms outstretched towards the offending cans uselessly.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook said with a quiet laugh.

You slipped into a seat in front of Jungkook’s small kitchen table. For a shabby apartment–Jungkook was a poor university student–the kitchen was quite nice. The table was nestled into a corner, adjacent to a large window that let in plenty of light. Basking in the morning sun, the sky filled with full, fluffy clouds following the storm, you began to eat your cereal.

Due to the lack of milk, the cereal was quite dry. You munched on the dry grains absentmindedly, staring at the expanse of blue sky in front of you, lined with concrete structures and towering skyscrapers.

You couldn’t hear the sound of Jungkook’s frustrated sighs over your loud crunching.

Eventually, you finished the tasteless bowl of cereal. As you stood up to wash your dishes, your momentum caused the chair to slide backwards. It scraped loudly against the tile floors. Sighing inwardly at yourself, you made your way to the sink.

You turned on the taps and poured soap into the bowl. Scrubbing diligently, you began to hum a song that had been stuck in your head for the past few days, swaying gently to the light melody.

“Will you be quiet!?” Jungkook finally snapped, eyes glaring up from his laptop, gaze piercing into your back.

Your eyes widened, and you turned to face Jungkook. Hurt radiated through you, making your heart sting. “O-oh, sorry,” you replied with a watery smile. “I didn’t notice. Sorry.”

Turning back to the sink, you turned the taps and stopped the flow of water. Biting your lip, you felt hot tears begin to well in your eyes. With your head ducked down, you hurried out the kitchen and back in the direction of the bedroom.

“Y/N…,’ Jungkook called after you, a bit regretfully.

You didn’t hear whatever else Jungkook had to say. Shutting the bedroom door quietly behind you, a few stray tears trailed down your cheeks. Hastily, you wiped them away, cursing at your oversensitivity.

You tried to rationalize with yourself. You knew Jungkook was feeling really stressed lately. Naturally, you were a noisy person, and it was insensitive of you to be so loud while he was studying. Plus, he had been nice enough to let you crash at his apartment even when he was so busy. It made sense for him to be frustrated with you. Still, it didn’t make his words or his tone hurt any less.

The clothes you had worn previously were folded neatly on the foot of the bed. You quickly changed into them, laying Jungkook’s shirt down carefully. As you were attempting to put on your socks, you fell onto the soft bed.

Sitting motionless for a bit, you sniffled quietly and tried to collect yourself.

From behind you, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning. The door creaked as it opened slowly. Jungkook slipped into the room, padding across the floor soundlessly. You lowered your head, avoiding his gaze. You clasped your hands in your lap, opting to look at them instead.

Beside you, the bed dipped as Jungkook sat down tentatively.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his arm nervously. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m just really stressed and I took it out on you.”

You didn’t respond. Biting your lip, you fought back another fresh wave of years.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked. He slid a hand underneath the curtain of hair that had fallen around your face. Cupping the side of your jaw gently, he raised your head to face him. His mouth opened in surprise when he took in your appearance, forming a small “o.”

Your eyes were ringed with red, framed by wet eyelashes. Your lips were red and swollen from biting, and your chin quivered slightly.

“I made my baby cry!” Jungkook gasped, his eyebrows furrowed. He wiped away a single tear with his thumb. “Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I’m such an asshole, shit.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, pressing your face into the crook of his neck protectively. Rubbing gentle circles into your back, he mumbled apologies into the crown of your head.

“I didn’t mean it, okay?” he asked helplessly, taken aback by your uncharacteristic silence. “It was my fault. Sometimes I have a bad temper, but it’s no excuse to make you hurt like this.”

You pulled back, still refusing to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “It’s okay,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I know I’m too loud.”

“You’re loud, but that’s fine,” Jungkook insisted, holding your hands in his. “You’re super noisy, and you’re always doing something. But it’s cute, and it’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Without you, my life would be quiet and boring. Being loud isn’t something you should be sorry for.”

“You mean it?” you asked, incredulous. Your eyes widened, finally peering up to meet Jungkook’s.

“What?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head with confusion written all over his face. “Yeah, it’s cute.”

“No, after that,” you said, unable to bite back the smile tugging at your lips.

A furious blush bloomed over Jungkook’s cheeks as he recalled what he said. “U-uh, yeah,” he stuttered, his voice uncertain. This time, it was he who glanced away. “That’s okay, right?”

“Say it again,” you demanded cheekily, grinning fully now. Any hurt had been washed away by Jungkook’s confession.

“I love you,” Jungkook repeated, his blush spreading to his ears. Still, his voice was steady this time, and he looked you in the eye. “So much.”

You laughed joyously, launching yourself into Jungkook’s arms. The both of you fell onto the bed, the mattress creaking underneath you. Jungkook laughed too, arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. Jungkook pressed gentle kisses against your lips, then down your jaw, and finally settled at the bottom of your neck.

Weaving your fingers through Jungkook’s soft hair, you smiled at the boy wrapped around you.

“Now that you’ve said it, you can’t take it back,” you warned Jungkook. “I won’t ever shut up now.”

“Good,” Jungkook grinned, detaching himself from your neck to look at you. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

- Girl in Luv

It’s 3 AM right now. I have to be up in a few hours. But I’d do anything for fluff. Hope you enjoyed this imagine. Send us some more requests! You can check out our prompts page for inspiration. Happy reading~ 

Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1861

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be. But Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56​ @scorpiongirl1 @the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@squirels-angels-and-moose@meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick​​ @straightestgay-voice@professsionalsinner

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to, so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. 

Not with you still there.

“You…yo-you…”

Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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