sinful stare

Mercy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: being in love with Stiles for ages but he never notices, until one day, after a run away from a party, he tells you how he feels about you and things get heated.

Warnings: SMUTTY (oh yeah) SIN, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, swearing and sex. Little bits of fluff.

Word Count: 3336


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Warren Worthington iii + “Can I get a list of things Warren does to you in bed?”

  • Warren holding your hips down while he eats you out.

His large hands wrapping around your hips, his nails digging into your skin, leaving crescent shaped marks while his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly on it. All the while his sinful blue eyes stared back up at you.

  • Warren pulling your hair while he takes you from behind.

Neither of you were naked, instead his pants were pulled down past his hips and your skirt had been pushed up past yours-your shirt had been discarded across the room and your breasts had been pulled free from the cups of your bra so they were pressed against the desks cool wood. One of his hands was around your wrists while the other had curled itself in your hair. Everytime he pulled his length out he’d grip your hair tighter and pull on the roots.

  • Warren bending you over his lap to spank you.

The room was dark, the only light were the few jasmine smelling candles that were littered around the room. You had lacy white underwear on and a mismatching bra-it was a hot pink push up. Warren had on his stain boxers, which felt like heaven as you rested across his lap, ass in the air. You know he called the spanks “punishment” but you both knew that every time his warm hand left a rosy red mark on your cheeks you never felt anything other than pleasure.

  • Warren having you call him daddy.

It’d been when he had your arms pinned above your head and your legs wrapped around his waist. “Call me daddy.” His voice was rough and his lips were brushing up against your necks pulse. You let out an agreeable hum while he rutted against. “What was that?” He bit your earlobe. “Yes-yes daddy!”

  • Warren saying I love you.

You were cuddling in bed. You were both sweaty, naked and out of breath. “Hey.” You up looked at Warren, your head lifting itself off his chest ever so slightly. “I love you.”

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…”

Fight For It

This is my entry for @avasmommy224‘s Birthday Challenge!  My prompt was #19 “Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy, remember that.”

Summary: Sam gives you a pep talk and you decide to fight for what you want, soon realizing that you didn’t actually need to fight for it after all.

warnings: Dean x Reader sexy times, oral (male receiving), intercourse, beginning a bit angsty, best friend!Sam

word count: ~2800


You had tears in your eyes as Sam rubbed your arm, trying to give you whatever comfort he could.  As your best friend, he was the only one who knew about all of your inner demons, all the thoughts that rolled around your head about life, hunting, the loss of your family, and most recently, your realization that you were in love with Dean Winchester.

It was all just too overwhelming, and you had finally cracked.

So here you were, curled up in Sam’s bed in his room, as he was the ever-incredible friend, consoling you and being a warm body to snuggle with.

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Escape Avoidance

The clacking of your heels was the only sound present in the empty hallway as you made your way to a lecture. The sound was drowned out by the sudden interruption of your ringtone which you quickly silenced. It was minutes to 9AM and you did not want to be late for class. You waited for the caller’s face to fade to black before you shoved your phone into your coat pocket.

Your lecture ended at 11AM but you remained inside the lecture hall for any follow up questions some of the students might have. You were accommodating one of the students who frequently hit on you when your phone rang again. Seeing Christian’s face as the caller, you flipped the phone and went back to answering whatever obvious question the student was throwing at you.

When he finally left the lecture hall, you sat back and closed your eyes, rubbing your temples.

“Professor? Do you have time? I’ve got to ask you about something.” A male student’s voice echoed from near the door.

“Yeah, sure. Come in. What is it about?” you say as cheerfully as you can, sitting up.

“Are you free for lunch, Professor?” Christian says grinning as he approaches you.

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Hell (Chapter Two: What will we do without her?)

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (not yet, but soon)

Word Count: 3K (approximately)

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: So here I am with the second chapter! Did you like the first? Yes? No? Let me know. For now, I hope you like this!

Hell (Chapter One: Fair Exchange)


Three months.

Three months have passed since Sam came back. And I only have nine.
The motel we’ve stayed in is in a desert place. Bobby, my father, found a case somewhere in Nebraska. From the information he has given us, this is definitely some demons.
Our job was to prevent the doors of Hell opening. We failed. We managed to close them, but it was too late; enough demons had already emerged to create even more chaos in the world. The only positive thing is that Dean and Sam had their revenge. Thanks to Colt (the gun that can kill any supernatural creature), they have finally made out the demon that had killed their mother, Azazel.
I roll into bed. I look at the alarm on the bedside table: three o'clock in the morning. I don’t feel tired, and lately I don’t even sleep. Perhaps, knowing the exact day of your own death has this effect. Beside me there is Sam, who deeply sleeping belly up. The lesser of Winchester didn’t take long to discover why he wasn’t dead; since Dean told him, Sam spends all day on the books, to find the solution to my “problem.”
The same thing my father does, after having repeated a few times that I’m an idiot.
I get up from the bed calmly, trying not to wake up Sam, I go over the other bed where there is Dean lying belly down, who sleeps beatily. I look at both of them, and then I go out.
The air is dull, and fortunately I’m not dressed very heavy. I ride somewhere between the cars parked, and when I see the Impala, I sit on the hood. Lately I often do it, sit down and look at the sky.
I’m strangely passionate about the stars; there are so many in the universe, and some of them are already dead, but we still see them still in the night sky. This is how I feel: a star already dead, but for others still shines. But a dead star remains dead, it doesn’t return to life.
“Try not to scratch her.”
I look down and meet Dean’s face. His green eyes look at me carefully, while I still think of his voice. God, I hope I will not forget it when I’m down there; it might be the only thing that will keep me.. myself.
"Why are you awake?” I say with nonchalance; three months now I try not to show my feelings. I don’t want them to worry more than they already do.
“Why are you awake?”
“I didn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
“But if you slept like a jumble!”
Dean doesn’t answer, and looks up to the sky, surrendering.
“I heard you go out, and I wanted to see if…”
“..I was fine. Yes, they are three months that you repeatedly asked me.”
He approaches the car and leans back against the passenger door.
“Sam and Bobby will continue to look for something, do you know?”
“True, but they will not find anything.”
“You can’t know.”
His voice has changed, now it is more serious, more.. angry?
I know for sure they will not find anything, the demons are not so stupid. I try in every way to accept what will happen to me, while they do nothing but believe false hopes.
“You know what? Let them seek well; I gave up when the demon disappeared from that crossroad. And frankly, I don’t care. For me the important thing was that Sam was fine. The rest doesn’t matter.”
Suddenly, I feel pulled to the legs, and opening my eyes, I find Dean’s eyes on mine. He’s so close to me. Too much. With his hands clenching my knees, and I believe that my breath is getting more and more absent.
“So your life counts nothing?”
I look at him in his perfectly green eyes, and his jaw covered with a light beard. And his lips, which I can’t take from my head.
Don’t react. No emotions.
“At this point, no. Don’t you think?”

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anonymous asked:

Racconti la vostra storia?

Certo!! 👫❤
La nostra storia a distanza è nata su Facebook, grazie al gruppo ufficiale di fans italiani della band Radiohead. E se devo essere sincera, sul mio profilo real non accetto mai le richieste di amicizia di persone che non conosco ma non so perché quel 17 maggio ho visto la sua e l'ho accettato. E lo so, l'ho già detto, ma questa cosa per me ha un significato. Credo nel destino? Sì, ci credo. Perché questo mi sembra proprio un segno. Anyway, subito dopo, quando mi ha scritto, ho scoperto che in realtà era il ragazzo che postava sempre foto sul gruppo alle quali io mettevo sempre mi piace. E quindi mi ha notata così, insomma, chi l'avrebbe detto 😝 Comunque, da subito si è capito che c'era un'intesa tra noi, anche perché siamo accumunati dalla nostra più grande passione: la musica. Lui compone e suona la chitarra e io amo estremamente il suono di questo strumento e sono affascinata da questo mondo. E messaggio dopo messaggio abbiamo iniziato a conoscerci e a scoprire sempre più cose dell'altro, abbiamo iniziato a confrontarci su ogni cosa dalla più superficiale, alla più seria, abbiamo iniziato a parlare di tutto, dal referendum alla cazzata più assurda ed è stato un modo per stare bene sin da subito. Ti giuro che già dai primi giorni, la prima cosa che facevo alle 7 di mattina prima di andare a scuola era controllare il cellulare e vedere la notifica sull'app di facebook cosa che in realtà cercavo di fare il più possibile anche nel resto della giornata perché volevo sentirlo sempre. Abbiamo iniziato a parlare continuamente : giorno e notte, a lezione, a colazione, a pranzo, a cena, me ne fregava poco se il giorno dopo dovevo andare a scuola se alle due di notte stavo parlando con lui. Ogni volta che leggevo un suo messaggio, sorridevo. Andando avanti così, siamo finiti a giugno a parlare ancora di più e poi ha fatto un gesto molto carino. Poco prima dell'inizio degli scritti ho perso il mio portafortuna (un portachiavi con il plettro), dieci minuti dopo mi è arrivata una sua foto della sua mano che imbucava una lettera alle poste. Una settimana dopo mi è arrivato il suo plettro. “Penso tu abbia già capito quanto tu sia importante. È un mio plettro, così mi avrai vicino a te all'esame. Spero ti porti fortuna”. E probabilmente quello è stato il momento in cui ho realizzato che se avevo conosciuto un ragazzo così, un motivo ci doveva essere e quindi (visto che parlavamo ancora su fb) mi sono fatta coraggio e gli ho chiesto il numero e da lì, beh, è stato tutto un crescendo. (Ti dico solo che ad oggi ci siamo scambiati da fine giugno, la bellezza di 92'115 messaggi. Pochi, né?). Comunque sia, poco dopo mi ha promesso che sarebbe riuscito a venire a Torino perché ci teneva troppo a me, voleva vedermi e abbracciarmi. E poi niente, verso la fine di luglio ogni cosa è diventata molto più chiara e ho capito che sì, mi piaceva parecchio. E beh lui già mi scriveva cose esplicite e quindi è stata una cosa spontanea dirci che ci piacevamo. Praticamente per tutto agosto abbiamo continuato a parlarci tanto, scambiarci foto continuamente e a chiamarci ma per vederci abbiamo dovuto aspettare perché eravamo via per le vacanze. E poi è arrivato settembre e ci siamo messi d'accordo per vederci. Ricordo quel giorno come se fosse ieri. Alle 6 di mattina lui parte da Napoli e io mi sveglio con un “Buon giorno, oggi è il grande giorno. Sarai bellissima”. Per tutta la mattinata abbiamo continuato a parlare e io ero al settimo cielo. Sapere che l'avrei visto ed abbracciato di lì a poche ore, sapere che poche ore dopo sarebbe cambiato tutto è stata una sensazione bella, strana, una vera scarica di adrenalina, una cosa mai provata prima e meravigliosa. E poi è arrivato il suo treno, è sceso, l'ho visto correre verso di me e poi abbracciarmi e ti giuro che non dimenticherò MAI quella sensazione, mi sono sentita a casa per la prima volta. Siamo stati così, abbracciati per qualche minuto e poi l'ho guardato negli occhi e il mio mondo si è colorato, praticamente. C'è stato un momento in cui ho pensato “oh cazzo, è lui, me lo sento: è il mio grande amore” ed ero agitatissima, non riuscivo neanche a parlare, mi tremavano le mani e una volta usciti dalla stazione mi ha detto “posso fare una cosa?” e mi ha preso la mano e allora io ho pensato “omg ora muoio”. Ci eravamo “promessi” di aspettare il momento giusto (romantico forse?) per il nostro primo bacio ma alla fine, appena ci siamo fermati al semaforo, non abbiamo resistito perché lo volevamo da troppo ma è stato perfetto lo stesso. Ci siamo abbracciati, ci siamo guardati negli occhi, lui si è avvicinato e poi mi ha baciata. E lì davvero ho pensato “ok, sono morta”. Perché è stata una sensazione magnifica, la cosa più bella che potesse capitarmi. E poi tutto andato ancora meglio, l'ho portato nei posti più belli (e romantici 😝) di Torino, dalla Mole (di cui si è innamorato) al Monte dei Capuccini e ci siamo baciati a non finire. Abbiamo passato praticamente tutto il pomeriggio del primo giorno sdraiati al Parco del Valentino, coccolandoci e parlando e sono stata benissimo così come sono stata gli altri due giorni. Mi sono trovata benissimo con lui sin dal primo momento e non c'è stato un istante in cui non sorridevo o ridevo o quasi piangevo dall'emozione e dalla felicità. Quando poi mi ha chiesto se volessi stare insieme a lui mi sono sentita ancora più felice, se possibile. Abbiamo passato l'ultima mattinata a piangere perché sapevamo che il momento di separarci stava arrivando. E poi niente, l'ho accompagnato in stazione, ha preso il suo treno per Napoli e sono scoppiata a piangere per l'ennesima volta. Sono passati cinque mesi da quel momento, mi rende felice ogni giorno di più e ora il nostro rapporto si è intensificato ancora di più. Ci siamo visti altre volte e sono state tutte una più bella dell'altra e mi manca continuamente ma le cose vanno splendidamente e io ormai posso dire con sicurezza che mi sono innamorata di lui.

A Soul Lost at Sea (Olicity Victorian AU Fanfiction) Chapter 11

Rating:  Mature

Summary:  Five years after pirates attacked his ship, Royal Navy sailor Oliver Queen returns home to England to find his affluent family in financial ruin.  So when he’s presented with the opportunity to marry Felicity, eldest daughter of the ridiculously wealthy Noah Smoak, Oliver doesn’t hesitate to capture her hand…even though he has no idea if he can capture her heart.  Or if Felicity could ever possibly learn to love a soul lost at sea.

Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Victorian attitudes, Arranged Marriage, Romance, Pirates

Link:  AO3

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