sin of loving you too much

BTS in Bed (Based on Their Venus and Mars Signs) - Hyung Line

warning: longg 18+ post ahead

Maknae Line version here.

Jin - Capricorn Venus Cancer Mars

  • the cheesy romantic type
  • capricorn is a cold business like sign
  • while cancer is emotional and sensitive
  • so that creates a conflict within him
  • probably the most vanilla of all the boys as both his venus and mars are very traditional signs
  • but by no means is he boring
  • his sagittarius sun knows how to spice things up and keep it interesting
  • would love missionary with lots of eye contact and kissing and feeling
  • kissing in general is very arousing to him
  • body worship
  • food and sex are two of his favorite things so of course he’d combine them
  • food play
  • licking whipped cream, chocolate, and more off his partners body
  • mmm maybe you’ll be my next special on eat jin ;)”
  • (oops did i forget to mention jokes during sex bc yes jokes during sex)
  • let’s not sleep on those magical fingers
  • he knows how to use them
  • has a soft, feminine aesthetic 
  • ex. likes pink lingerie, fluffy white bed sheets, etc
  • his capricorn venus likes controlling and owning their partner
  • so he’d surprise u with pretty collars that say “property of jin”
  • nonchalant and open about his sex life
  • literally in the middle of dinner he’d go
  • “oh jagi the baby pink vibrator i ordered came in let’s try it tonight”
  • and u choke on ur food
  • calling his s/o princess/prince !!
  • so many soft pet names
  • knows how to pleasure his partner and does it well

Originally posted by chokemejimin

Yoongi - Aries Venus Cancer Mars

  • listen…not he’s always the kinky hard dom y'all think he is

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As Women, we often underestimate our own power.
We constantly blame ourselves even when we’re not at fault.
We give excuses and make up stories to cover up our pain.
It’s not a sin to be afraid, but it’s ridiculous to surround yourself with negativity that you brought upon yourself from the fear of your own power.
Remember sweetheart, you’re a wolf, no need to howl over the loss of weak men incapable of accepting you. You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who had never been passionate.
You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherf*cking knees.
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Happy Birthday Yuki Kaji

One of my favorite seiyuus and my seiyuu crush.

You’re an amazing seiyuu and I love you so much. You always amaze me with your brilliant voice acting to your beautiful singing voice. Stay adorable and keep on voice acting you’re truly a talented seiyuu. Lots of love.

so one of the first things i notice about taejin is how affectionate they are together 👀 more than most ships. almost as if they can’t resist touching each other. and just like u i found a lot of aspects that support that

tae’s venus conjuct jin’s mars - this creates an irresistible attraction between them. v v affectionate and hands on, not afraid to expressed their feelings physically. a lot of chemistry and closeness. also tae really admires jin’s masculine features (ex. large shoulders)

jin’s pluto sextile tae’s mars - the previous aspect was more romantic while this once is more sexual. there’s a need to be around each other a lot. a lot of physical passion, intensity, and lusty gazes 

(i can almost hear the sinful moan jin let out thru the gif ffs)

and of course you can’t forget jin’s capricorn venus which sees taehyung as an ideal partner. this ship deserves more love!

You Make Me Really Confused

Request: @huntermichelle   6) “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” 22) “You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.” 9) “No, like.. it’s just, I can’t believe you’re wearing MY clothes.” Preferably with shy Bucky? After the reader moves into the tower Bucky never knows what to say to them and then one day he accidentally says #22 and then they end up spending the night together? Fluff and smut? You’re amazing! TY!

@the-witching-hours12-3   I meant 6 with Bucky but whatever 🙄. Stupid me 😣

Prompts:   6) “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

9) “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

22)  “You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”

Words: 1041

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, a little bit of smut 

Thank you @widowsfics for beta this for me :)

Since the first time Bucky saw you, he knew that you were something special.  He didn’t know what was about you that made his heart beat so fast when you were around. Maybe was the way your hair smelled like coconut and chocolate, or the way that you smiled at him and how gently you touched him.

He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that he was falling in love with you.

The only problem was that he never knew what to say to you, you were so beautiful and carefree that every time he tried to keep a conversation he couldn’t help but stumble on his words and make a fool of himself “ Hey Bucky, what are you watching?”  You ask looking at the TV.

“I don’t know.” He looks surprised to see you, according to the reports you were supposed to be in China right now “Weren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” You nod sitting by his side “I was but Steve gave me the day off, saying that I would be more helpful here with you.”

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Imagine Gabriel protecting you from Lucifer

Word count: 762

Warnings: kinda spoilers if you haven’t seen season 5.

A/N: Might turn this into like a mini series thing because it kinda ends on a cliffhanger. Also it was really hard to write my sin-namon roll Lucifer as a bad guy because I love him too much (I literally use quotes from the show in this though aha, I guess I block out all of the bad things he does). 

 requests for one shots/imagines are open.

(Part 2)

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you were flung to the side of the room. Breathing heavily, you reached up touching your head wiping away the blood which was dripping down your face. Lucifer walked over to your limp body before smirking and letting out a small laugh.

“Broken. Flawed! Abortions.” Lucifer announced as he lifted his foot ready to stomp down hard on your neck.

Instantly, Lucifer’s body was flung onto the opposite side of the room, painfully you pushed yourself into a sitting position looking up to see Gabriel running towards your weak body. His arms snaked around your waist as you leaned into his chest. Leaning down, he placed a kiss into your hair.

“Guys! Get her outta here.” Gabriel ordered to Sam and Dean after giving you a long kiss on the forehead.

Sam and Dean dragged you away from your boyfriend but you thrashed and screamed not wanting to be taken away from him. You knew what he was doing was suicide and that if you left Gabriel there would be a hundred percent chance you would never see him again. You continued to kick and scream as both Sam and Dean pulled you towards the door, you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes seeing sadness and love radiating off of them.

Suddenly Lucifer flicked his hand and the Winchester brother’s grips on your arms were released as they were blown back out of the room, the door closing quickly and locking behind them. Almost as soon as you were free from Sam and Deans grip, you ran back over to Gabriel pulling him into a passionate kiss which he quickly responded to, his wings wrapped around you protectively.

“Over a girl. Gabriel, really?” You and Gabe pulled away from each other when Lucifer spoke but his arm and wing were still wrapped around you pulling you protectively into his chest, “I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn’t catch anything.”

“Lucifer, you’re my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks.” Gabriel spoke seriously causing you to giggle slightly making him look down at you and smile. His hand stroked your waist back and forth to calm you down from the situation you were both in. “I’m sorry Lucifer, I truly am, but I am in love with Y/N, she is my soulmate and I would do anything to protect her.” Gabriel dropped his archangel blade into his hand.

Lucifer’s head shot up once he heard the word ‘soulmate’, it had been thousands upon thousands of millenniums since an angel had found a soulmate and now he stood in front of one.

“Soulmate?” Lucifer spoke quietly to himself, confusion laced his voice and his face contained a shocked expression. Out of all of the possible outcomes to today that Lucifer could have thought of, this was definitely not one of them. His brother had found his soulmate and he was in complete and utter shock until the reality of what was supposed to be happening came crashing down quickly around him.

That’s when it happened almost too fast. With a flick of the wrist, you were ripped out of the comfortable hold of your boyfriend and thrown into Lucifer’s arms, an archangel blade pressed firmly against your neck. Your eyes flicked up to your boyfriend, he looked completely and utterly broken.

“Please Lucifer, don’t do this!” Gabriel begged, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave Y/N out of this.”

“Hm, Y/N… I quite like that name,” Lucifer replied before pressing the blade deeply into your neck.

Pain shot through your body as your throat filled up with blood and you gargled. You reached out to your boyfriend as darkness took over and your body fell to the floor.

“NO!” Gabriel screamed rushing over to your limp body, taking it into his hands as he rocked your empty body back and forth stroking a hand through your hair.

Tears overflowed his eyes when he heard the sound of fluttering wings fill the quiet room, he looked up to see Lucifer had gone leaving only him in the room, crying over your dead body.


You gasped loudly jolting up quickly, a hand reaching for your neck as you panted heavily. Confusion overcame you as there was no blood or any sign that you had your neck sliced open.

You quickly looked around the room and were shocked when you laid eyes on the person sat watching you next to the bed you were laid on.

“Chuck?”

Incorrect Shakespeare Quotes

Not brought to you by the eloquent playwright is a sentence meme in which history gets a bit of a rewrite. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.

❝ The course of love screws everyone over at some point. ❞
❝ This above all: lie to everyone but yourself. ❞
❝ I will not only speak daggers to her, but use them as well. ❞
❝ 
How can one possibly desire too much of such a good thing? ❞
❝ I hate this place and would unwillingly lose my mind in it. ❞
❝ To hell with the bounds of modesty. ❞
❝ Some rise by sin, but all rise by pleasure. ❞
❝ We heard the cries at a godawful time. ❞
❝ A man can die a thousand times, but only once will his existence truly end. ❞
❝ The first thing we do, let’s grill the lawyers. ❞
❝ Fair is foul, and foul is neither everywhere nor nowhere. ❞
❝ The game has just begun. ❞
❝ My salad days, when I foolishly sacrificed the pleasure of juicy burgers. ❞
❝ Only a fool would wear their heart on their sleeve for the damned crows to peck at. ❞
❝ Love sought drives us mad, but giv'n unsought makes destroyers of us. ❞
❝ Men of few words tend to have few conversations. ❞
❝ Those words are roses planted in the garden of my heart. ❞
❝ From the tender embrace of life did she leave. ❞
❝ Nature teaches beasts to avoid man at all costs. ❞
❝ Though nothing is purely good or purely bad, that certainly doesn’t seem to stop us from considering things as such. ❞
❝ The lady has every right to protest, and would obviously be wise to keep doing so. ❞
❝ This is the very hell of love. ❞
❝ When sorrows come, they come in multiple bottles and glasses. ❞
❝ We’d be liars if we claimed to know better days. ❞
❝ The morons will pretend to be geniuses while the geniuses will inevitably shatter the illusion. ❞
❝ They say that youth and wisdom is the deadliest combination. ❞

Young girls in fandom (especially “fujoshi” ew) need to understand that being “obsessed” with gay men, having a ton of men loving men ships, calling us “sin” and seeing us as nothing but “HAWT YAOI” is not at all supporting gay relationships and is in fact an act of homophobia.

You are fetishising our love as if it were taboo and degrading us down to your oversexualised fantasies of us. We are not your kink or your guilty pleasure. It really needs to be addressed early on before it becomes a case of “um shut up im an adult woman and I can’t choose my sexuality as much as you can’t for being gay :)”.

Yes, this goes for men fetishising gay women too.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons about what sex with Azriel would be like? (like the things you write for the sin and pleasure edits)

I tried to do it like the ACOSAP blurbs but it was just turning into an actual fanfic so I just made it into some bullet points so here it is:

  • Azriel like it fast, hard and kinky but sex is never the main event for him, the teasing is just as, if not more, important to him.
  • Listen, he’s the Spymaster, he needs a lot of patience and skill to torture and extract information out of his victims. And he uses the same patience and skill to torture his partners… only in an infinitely more pleasurable way
  • He’s not shy of teasing them in public either: hugging them into his side and rubbing circles into the side of their ribs, hand on thigh, whispering indecent things to them
    “You look incredible in that dress, love but I know you look even better out of that dress. I’m going to devour you when we get home. I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be screaming all night long.”
  • He’s the type of guy who won’t necessarily stop at running his fingers on the inside of his lovers thighs but to actually push their underwear aside and start teasing them while they’re at dinner all the while having a casual conversation with someone.
  • “If you don’t keep a straight face, I’ll go deeper, love.”
  • As soon as they’re alone Az pounces, all fevered touches and heated kisses, and he wants to touch and feel and taste every inch of his partner
  • The sex isn’t always rough but he always likes to be in control. He likes telling his partners to strip and take a step back and watch (and they’re always more than happy to put on a show for him)
  • Hickeys will always happen. ALWAYS. Neck, collarbones, on the underside of their breasts, above their hipbones or on their inner thighs, Az just loves leaving little love bites on his lovers’
  • He isn’t too loud himself, preferring to groan and whisper dirty things for his lover alone to her but he loves making his partner scream as loud as he can
  • Nothing turns him on more than hearing his lovers moan and it’s his personal challenge to draw sinful sounds out of even the quietest and shyest people.
  • He always wants to hear what his lovers’ fantasies and deepest desires are and then make them come true. And he knows how to find out everyone’s deepest darkest secrets
  • “Az, please…”
    “Say it again, love, you know how much I love it when you beg.”

  • He’s the king of dirty talk though. He LOVES how much it turns his lovers on every. Single. Time.
  • “Can anyone else make you feel this good love, huh? Tell me.”
  • He always watches his partners very intensely during sex and notices every single gasp or twitch which is how he knows exactly what to do to drive them crazy
  • He loves taking his lover from behind, a hand fisted in their hair to make them arch up against him or around their waist to have access to tease them even more
  • He LOVES taking his time. He enjoys teasing his partner and bringing them just to the edge of an orgasm only to stop completely when they’re just about to explode. He will wait a bit, kissing them fervently but not touching them and then start again and do it so many times that his partners are sweating and panting and begging for release
  • And only when he decides they’ve had enough does he take mercy on them and start fucking them in earnest, his hands working them closer to an orgasm as well
  • “Hold it until I say you can cum”
  • “Az, please, I need to…”
  • “I said hold it!”
  • He only gives them permission when he’s close too and they orgasm together in a symphony of moans and screams and groans and heavy breathing
  • Just as he loves taking his time during sex, he loves taking his time with the aftercare afterwards and loves drawing his lovers a hot bath afterwards to clean up together, maybe even give them a massage and then cuddle together before they fall asleep while he murmurs sweet words to them “You are so beautiful, love. You did so well.”

betsforsythetrash  asked:

Alright Smut Queen, I'm gonna need a continuation of Bugheads make out scene but Betty is turned on by Jugheads new jacket, and maybe she ends up wearing it at some point??

Ok, here it is - the long awaited continuation, I really hope it’s what you wanted. This scene actually ruined me because every time I’m like is this too far??? I just remember what we actually saw and I’m like nope! I’ve sinned, my friends, I’ve sinned.
Warning: so much Bughead smut, all of the smut, a little feeling, but then more smut.

You Build Me Up, Believer


“I love you, Betty Cooper.”

Every inch of her froze, the words echoing in her ears as a silence settled over the trailer. The world felt as if it moved in slow motion as she turned to look at him. His beanie had been thrown casually to the side, leaving his dark, untamed waves ruffled and free. His shoulders were hunched in slightly as if he was braced for impact. But his eyes… Betty had never seen eyes so earnest, so open and giving. 

She took steady, paced out steps towards him, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features. 

“Jughead Jones,” she whispered, heart racing. “I love you.” She could see the weight lift from his body – she had never felt so light herself, as if this was the last thing that needed to be heard before they could give themselves to one another without interruption, without restraint. Jughead looked almost disbelieving, eyes shining in the dim light. He had never been more thankful for the existence of another human being. 

His hands cupped her cheeks as he bent forwards, kissing her once, twice, letting her know just how grateful he was to have her, to call her his own. She inhaled deeply, pressing her body against the length of his front, fingers placed delicately against his neck. He pulled back to look at her, this beautiful creature in his arms. She was smiling back at him, eyes slightly hooded, lips beginning to swell. He grinned, dipping down to grip her behind and pull her into his arms, revelling in the squeal she let out that rang through the trailer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, steadying herself as she looked down at him, loose, golden waves shrouding them both as they fell over his shoulders. 

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Tease (Sirius Black x Reader) SMUT***

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, language, smut, dirty talk, smut and Dom!Sirius Black and oh, maybe a little bit of smut???? 

Word count: 1867

A/N: So I decided that my first Sirius Black fic needed to be Dom!Sirius being a jerk and teasing reader. This is deliciously sinful for all my sinners who want a ticket to hell…

Sirius likes to tease. No big deal right? except his timing is impeccable and he decides to tease you in Potions, the git. 


It was just an ordinary Monday morning. Breakfast was bland but normal; you sat beside Lily while Marlene murmured excitedly about Quidditch and Mary complained that she had eaten far too much. Mary loved food as much as Marlene loved Quidditch but that didn’t change the fact that both conversations were boring.  

Lily listened politely with somewhat mild interest while your thoughts drifted to the previous night. A mess of tangled limbs and skin flush against skin. Heated kisses, dark purple hickies (that you had to cover with magical make-up), and a deliciously painful ache between your legs. Desire trickled down your spine, desire pooling in your panties, and you shuddered.

“Alright, (Y/N)?” Dorcas asked and you nodded quickly, banishing those thoughts away.

First up was Potions with Slughorn. You weren’t too bad at Potions, though sitting with Lily improved your skills considerably. Mainly because she often whispered instructions to you and helped you with tricky concoctions, otherwise you were sure your cauldron would explode.

“Okay, class, settle down now,” said Slughorn over the chatter of the class. The noise died down to faint whispers as Slughorn began to scribble on the board.

“Since your last assignments were complete disasters-“

“Awfully nice of you, Professor,” called Sirius Black from the back of the class and you turned, smirking at the Marauder. Slughorn ignored him. It was habit for Slughorn to ignore Sirius.

“-I have decided to assign you partners that you will sit with for the remainder of the term.”

There was an outburst of disgruntled groans from the class, and you gave Lily a worried look. Slughorn’s voice rose above the moans of complaints filling the classroom and everyone fell reluctantly silent.

“Here are your new partners, if you could please find your way to their seats, quietly.”

Slughorn handed you a minimalistic map of the classroom and you scanned the sheet quickly, searching for your name. You spotted it, but before you could see who you were sitting next to, a voice boomed from the back of the classroom, rippling through the quiet chatter of the class.

“(Y/N)! Over here!”

It was Sirius. Sirius Black. Sirius fucking Black.

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The Decatur Herald, Illinois, October 15, 1928

The Sin Of Omission by Margaret Sangster

It isn’t the thing you do, dear;
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.

The stone you might have lifted
Out of brother’s way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.

The little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find
They come in night and silence
Each chill, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.

For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our great compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it’s not the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

2AM - part 6 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

The soundtrack and inspiration this chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran.

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

You awoke some hours later alone with memories of your breakdown in front of Minseok, his reaction, his tearful apologies that faded as the grief and pain in your heart took over.

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6

    8:15 p.m.

(previously) (current time)

Dating Ten

I Taeil* I Hansol* I Johnny I Taeyong I Yuta I Kun* I Doyoung* I Ten I Jaehyun I Winwin* I Mark I

*coming soon

A/N: These are literally the only things I can do rn. My writers block is really bad and has been for a while tbh. Like I get surges of creativity but I don’t have the motivation to even draw, never mind write :/ But I hope this makes up for it!


  • B a l l  o f  f l u f f  
  • Everyone knows this, it goes without saying  
  • Everyone L O V E S him  
  • He get along with everyone at school  
  • He’s the other ½ of the school’s comedy duo with Johnny  
  • He’s best friends with him, everyone knows that  
  • Just like Johnny, the teachers adore him
  • Lowkey gets away with shit that others would usually get yelled at for lmao
  • Is also a senior
  • Good in all subjects  
  • His best being DT (design tech) and art
  • And oh, look at that, just so happens you have those two classes as well  
  • Such a coincidence! Ur in the same class as him too! ;)  
  • So original  
  • I couldn’t think of another way you could meet lmao don’t judge me
  • Anyway…
  • Last period on a Friday, u had art and your teacher set up a kind of work shop?
  • She paired people up with people who they didn’t really talk to to have everyone brought ‘closer together’ and form a ‘tight knit community’
  • And you and your partner had to draw each other’s portrait
  • And just GUESS who you were paired with
  • So hard to guess honestly  
  • Ten
  • You had always thought he was rlly sweet and kind  
  • Also VVVV a t t r a c t i v e  
  • He always helped out with the other students in the class
  • And his drawing skills were no joke  
  • Everyone admired them
  • Even you did
  • So you felt honoured that he was going to be drawing you
  • You both grabbed your pencil and sketchbook and started drawing
  • The whole room was silent as everyone concentrated
  • As you kept looking up to take a glimpse of a certain feature on his face, he’d already be looking directly at you
  • Making for awkward eye contact tho u seemed to be the only one feeling a lil awkward  
  • He happily kept staring at you as he drew
  • You focused on the curve of his nose and the constant smile he held on his uniquely featured face that you started to find even more enchanting over the course of the hour you spent drawing him
  • Once the hour was up, it was the end of school and tbh you really didn’t want to go
  • You wanted to draw him for longer but the dark haired boy had already packed up and left
  • You packed your things and headed to your locker
  • When you opened it a A5 piece of paper fell out
  • “Meet me at the café tomorrow at 12”
  • You turned the piece of paper over to see a drawing of you, the one ten was drawing in your lesson a mere 5 minutes ago
  • U wanted to S C R E A M
  • U were lowkey impressed by his way of asking you out  
  • Something you didn’t expect from such a outgoing personality like him
  • U met him the next day, following his instructions
  • Once you saw him he had the largest smile etched on his face as he waved you over  
  • When u reached him u handed him the drawing u did of him in the lesson
  • “This is amazing.”  
  • “No where near as good as yours though, you actually made me look pretty.”
  • “I didn’t do anything. I was just looking at the person in front of me.“ 
  • He’d soooo smirk after saying that  
  • Proud of his lil flirty comment  
  • Which sent your heart racing
  • The date was simple but oh-so special
  • Since then, you both kinda just started dating
  • No official announcement or anything  
  • You both wanted the fun of shocking people and having them find out for themselves  
  • He didn’t even tell Johnny
  • So he had the shock of his life when he saw his best friend sucking on ur face  
  • "TEN WHAT THE FUCK WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!” Completely not assed about interrupting your’s and ten’s moment
  • Ten face would just flush red and he’d let out his infectious giggle
  • All of his friend had the same reaction tbh  
  • Johnny thought the not-telling-anyone was a fun idea  
  • When you’d stay at each other’s houses
  • He’d always insist on drawing you  
  • He eventually had an entire sketch book dedicated to you  
  • Soon he didn’t even need you there to be able to draw you  
  • Every feature of your body was imprinted in his mind  
  • And I mean E V E R Y feature ;)  
  • Ngl, he probs had a few NSFW drawings of you too  
  • But like  
  • He couldn’t help it  
  • You were his muse  
  • And he wanted to have physical proof of how much u inspired him  
  • How much you meant to him  
  • You’d be staying at his one saturday night  
  • Cuddled up next to him in bed as he traced random patterns on your delicate skin
  • You’d feel his heart beat become faster as you rested your head on his chest
  • You’d look up and see him already staring at you, awe in his eyes  
  • “I love you, you know that right?”
  • “Well I do now. I love you too.”
  • Craning your neck, you’d have your lips met his
  • A sinful concoction of passion, love and need oozing from the synchronised movements of your lips  
  • He’s place one final chaste kiss on you lips before he’d place them along your jaw as he worked his way down
  • The sensation lighting a fire in your heart.
You, You’re Everything

A coda for 12x10 which needs no coda as it is perfect. Here’s this anyway. You can also find it on Ao3 Here


“So you were in a female vessel before?” Dean looked at Cas as he tipped back the last bit of beer. Dean had gone through a few bottles and felt the little heady buzz of it. Sam gave up and went off to bed. He gave Cas a pat as he passed, a moment of brotherly affection passed between them in a glance. 

Dean waited for Cas to explain. The room felt smaller somehow, now that Sam had left it. “I was, and she was a truly kind, devoted woman. I am grateful that she did not suffer for having been my vessel.”

“There’s a story behind that.” Dean stretched out long and lean in the chair beside the table. He considered popping another cap off a beer, but didn’t. He felt good enough as he was. Cas’ voice, was low and gentle in the quiet.

“When I came to Jimmy, it was always going to be temporary. I never intended for any harm to come to him. I never wanted for him to suffer. I have regrets there, where he’s concerned. He deserved more of my concern, more compassion. I gave it only too late.” Cas stared off into the distance and Dean reached out to him across the table, settling a hand on his arm. He gave him a little squeeze.

“You did a lot for his family and for the world in general.” Dean knew that Cas was making a protracted argument in his head for all the reasons why Dean was wrong, but he didn’t speak the words aloud. Dean could see it though, painted in the way his mouth curved down a little, and his eyes looked like they held tears.

“It was different with Constance.”

“Constance was your vessel?” Dean already pieced that together, but he wanted to help Cas along, show he was invested in the story.

“Yes, she was. She’d lost her whole family in a tragic fire. She devoted herself to her faith, believing that God must have had a plan for her. She had money, but as a woman, no means of inheriting it outright. She ended up moving into a small convent on the east coast. She prayed beautifully, and I heard her prayers.” Cas got up from the table and paced about a bit.

Dean worried that he’d stop the story. “So she said yes and you did the mission with Ishim. What happened afterwards?”

Cas sighed, “I knew her thoughts, her life, her fears. Her mind was open to me. She told me that she didn’t want me to go.” 

“Well, it was 1901, not exactly a time of equal rights and such,” Dean said.

“I decided not to leave right away; though, I feared that I was connecting with her too much. Ishim had said that humans were dangerous creatures, best avoided or held at a distance.”

“Yeah, well he had a flawed perspective.” Dean got up then and walked over to Cas as if to point out that proximity wasn’t hurting either of them. Personal space be damned.

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”

I’ve been thinking a lot about your eyes and how I found the whole world inside of you, an entire sheet that taught me how to fly when my feet were simply movies stuck in rewind. how your laugh was the foundation of a marathon we weren’t prepared for, one inhale to break my heart, two kisses to seal us into a series of raised voices to cradle two entities. maybe I loved you because you helped me remember, maybe it’s because you helped me forget, maybe we took pieces from a tomorrow that we thought we needed to get through now, maybe we inhaled too many summers to be able to find a reason to cry, maybe there was too much me where I was supposed to be holding you, maybe goodbye means you’re allowed to be happy with someone else, maybe I fell in love with a part of you instead of your whole. and the words you didn’t want to say, i heard everything. another apology and i’ll lose my mind, maybe i’ve already lost it. another i love you and we’ll both sink into bottles not deep enough to house sin. i used to take drugs to feel good, and then i took them to feel less. and now they don’t do much but cause withdrawals. some days it’s you that causes the emptiness, most days it’s missing parts of me that I’ll never see again. some people would agree that i gave too much away, but when you love like this, your all is the only way to break. if we knew how to approach the situation, if we knew what we were getting into, do you think it’d still be called an addiction? even the earth breaks in the form of clouds, and maybe that’s why we have rain. so when my heart tears and i have tears, maybe that’s why you’re in my fears. you are my fears. you are fear. terrifying beauty, i’d hang you high enough for kites to be shot down by lightning and if lips bring thunder from a kiss we should not have shared, then i can’t keep loving where we should have stopped caring. and if the weight of your promises burst through my veins and i leave you as blood all over the pages, do you think we should really call it love? I’ve been thinking a lot about your body and how I should have fallen for your mind first.