She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
Hello my lovelies! Only one week left until the Summer Solstice and I am just beaming for the upcoming celebration! I decided to make another post like my Spring Equinox celebration one since you all seemed to like it so much. I do plan on having a bit more of a ‘proper’ ritual and celebration of the day since that Monday I have off from work, but here are some other low-key ways that I am going to celebrate the day. I’ve split it into two sections of day activities and night ones because the Summer Solstice can go all night long and I plan on doing a whole cycle’s worth of things.
During the Day:
Greet the sun! I know it’s going to be an early sunrise, but if you’re there to greet the sun, you’ll be starting the day off on the right foot! You can either just lay in bed and watch the sun rise from your window or head outside and do a sun salutation, both will give you energy!
Wear your favourite summer clothes! Shorts, tanks tops, t-shirts, sun dresses- even flip flops if you can get away with it! The colours associated with Liltha are reds, oranges, yellows/golds, blues, greens and white!
I’m going to be setting my citrine,clear quartz and peridot stones absorb the sunlight throughout the day- other gems that would love to be out on the Summer Solstice would be fluorite, sunstone, agate, carnelian, and any stone that is green or yellow in colour! But you best check to see if it’ll fade in colour before you set it out all day. If that might happen, then the moon light will work just as well.
For lunch, enjoy a summer salad filled with summer berries like strawberries and blueberries, apples, leafy greens and a sweeter dressing! The berries are a great way of celebrating what the summer will bring for you.
Get outside! I don’t care if it’s for five minutes at your lunch break or an hour long hike like I plan on doing, but get outside and live in nature! Breath in the fresh summer breeze, feel the sun on your skin, meditate and be with nature.
There are so many ways to drink summer in- literally! Lemonade, iced tea, fruit juices, herbal teas like chamomile, rose or lavender will be such a great way to get just that little bit of summer in you.
Today is also a great day to try and interact with the faeries and fae folk. Leave a small offering of milk and honey (or a honey cake!) outside in your garden, in a park, on the outside window ledge, and the fae will appreciate the gesture! Who knows- that could be the start of a relationship between you and them.
Have friends over or go out to dinner! If nothing else, the summer solstice is about celebrating with friends and family! It’s about being thankful for what you have and getting excited for the summer, so get together and discuss your upcoming summer plans! Who knows what might come out of it?
Listen to music- your favourite music, and sing your heart out! The god Apollo (the Greek god of Light, Sun, music and poetry) is one of the many gods who will be thriving off the activities of today and you can honour them by just enjoying music and art.
Light candles- or your barbecue! Traditionally, this sabbat is celebrated with a balefire (outside campfire), but if you’re like me and lack an outside fire pit, then lighting up the bbq and cooking up some veggie or meat kebabs will be a good way of making a feast and substituting the ‘real thing’. No BBQ? No stress- light up some candles and watch it glow. Bonus points if they are coloured or scented to match the holiday.
Make a craft for the summer- a flower crown, a bird house, a sun catcher. I know I plan on making a flower crown and perhaps painting that day, but so long as you create something, spell or not, it can honour the day’s celebrations.
Watch the sunset- like watching the sunrise, watching the longest day of the year come to a close will be an amazing way to celebrate the whole of the Summer Solstice.
Are you of legal age? Have a drink of summer wines or berry ciders- just remember to give either the first or last sip to nature, the faeries will find it!
Decorate your home for summer and for the summer solstice by incorporating some common symbols as decor- seashells, fresh flowers like sunflowers, daisies, carnations, and peonies, little statues of birds, deer, faeries, feathers from birds, and shining crystals. The summer decor, beach house look is always a popular one during June and July so you’ll bled right in.
So this is the rough outline of what I plan on doing during the Summer Solstice! I am going to do a spell that day I think, but I haven’t decided what just yet. I’m thinking a motivation spell or a creativity spell, so I can charge up my summer and all the writing I plan on doing. All I know is that it’s going to be a great day! I hope that I have inspired you to celebrate, regardless of how busy you may be that Monday.
I hope you have an amazing week and a fantastic Summer Solstice! Love you all and sending all my good vibes out to you for this summer.
Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of) Warnings: Fluff Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room
“This is your room” Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card. “I get my own room?” you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed. “Yeah, I figured you’d probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?” Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips. “Yeah, no that’s great! I won’t have to deal with Dean’s snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once.“ you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed. “Well, here’s a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call.” Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.
The first night on the job wasn’t so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders.
“I am beat” you sighed, climbing out of the impala. “Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya” Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it to.
Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.
The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door. “Sam?” you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn. “Dean’s snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?” he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice. “Yeah, its okay.” you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, “Sam, come get in the bed.” you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up. “I’m fine here, y/n” Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow. “Sam, if you don’t get in the bed then you can’t sleep in here” you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too.
Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, making sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, Sammy” you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you. “Sam” you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed. “Yeah?” he replied, laying on his side facing your back. “Come here” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back. “Is this okay?” he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room. “mmmhmm” you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.
The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam’s neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him. Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly. “Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down.”
Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels. But as soon as you arrived atthe party, you felt your heart being shattered.
You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comesin your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.
“I really feel like you two should just sleep together already.”
Gasping at Kevin’s words, you whirled your head towards him, glaring fiercely. His eyes widened, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying…”
“Well no,” you snapped, turning your gaze back to where Archie and Jughead talked, separated from the rest of you guys. “God I hate him.”
“Suree you do,” Betty smirked, causing Veronica to giggle.
“What we’re trying to say, (Y/N),” Veronica spoke up. “Is that you and Jughead have an…interesting relationship. One that wouldn’t be surprising if you both ended up dating each other.”
You shook your head in exasperation. “Not happening you guys, so keep dreaming.” You narrowed your eyes as Jughead and Archie laughed at something you couldn’t hear. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“A Penis,” Kevin commented, getting an elbow from Ronnie.
“You guys need to work out your love-hate thing (Y/N),” she said, turning serious. “We honestly believe there’s something there.”
You rolled your eyes, gathering your stuff before standing in front of them. “I don’t know guys, it just really seems unlikely. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
There was a chorus of goodbyes as you turned your back and left the student lounge, feeling Jughead’s eyes on your back as you walked out of the school, very aware that any minute he’d follow you.
Later that night, you lay in your bed, sweaty and breathing heavily as Jughead lay beside you, on his side gazing down while you were on your back. He was playing with your (h/c) hair while you both talked after spending some…intimate time together, and now it felt like you two were the only ones left in the world.
After a few moments of silence and just staring into each other’s eyes, you spoke up. “The Scooby gang believes we’re gonna sleep together sooner or later. I didn’t tell them that it was a lot sooner than when they caught on.”
Jughead snorted, and you pushed his black hair out of his eyes. “Did they get that impression before or during your glaring at me and Archie?”
You opened your mouth in surprise, ready to defend yourself. “I was not glaring at you guys!”
“Yea you were.”
“Okay, but not that bad!”
Jughead only raised his eyebrow, and you sighed in defeat. “It’s just that your bromance makes me jealous sometimes.”
He smirked. “Why, because you want more time with me?”
You snorted. “No, because I feel like Archie and I could be better friends if you weren’t in the way all the time.”
The look on his face made you giggle, and he rolled his eyes.
“Absolutely not,” he stated, moving to lay on his back while you rested your head on his bare chest. “No way I’m letting you get close to Archie.”
“And why is that?”
“Because he’s my bro.”
“Cool story dude, I don’t care. I could be his bro.”
Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.
During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.
•pairing: min yoongi x reader • genre/warnings: smut,
masturbation with a twist, non-penetrative sex toy usage • words: 4,851 → summary: in which you’re
unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the
courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges
through the door… • note. sometimes I should
never be left alone with my thoughts…
Requested?: Yep! Taylor requested this quite a while ago and I finally finished it! (you dug your own grave, twin)
Prompt: “This is my official request for you to write a fic based on those tags.” aka Lin takes you out to the Opera for date night but, he looks ridiculously good in a tuxedo and it’s all you can think about.
Warnings: public sex, biting, unprotected sex, Lin in a suit
Words: 2.9k+ (literally like 20 words from 3,000; holy shit)
A/N: Welp, my first Lin imagine and it is smut. Oh well! Thank you again to @helplesslylins , @diggs4life and @tempfixeliza for reading this damn thing like 3 times and encouraging me to post! Enjoy it you sinners!
It was one of those rare times when Lin was not running from country to country working on projects. He was there when you woke up in the morning and actually listened when you asked him to stay in bed for a few more minutes. You learned to cherish these times and take advantage of it, so when you suggested a “night on the town” Lin was on a mission to find the best thing out there.
“Do you mean casual dress? Or an all out black tie affair?” Lin asked, looking up from his computer as you entered the bedroom.
“Uh, well, black tie! It’s been awhile since we got all fancy.” You replied after some thought, laying next to him and raising a brow as he quickly minimized his window.
“It’s a surprise.” He stressed, kissing your forehead. “Don’t give me that lip.”
You sighed, getting off the bed and heading to the door.
“Fine, fine! Get to planning, I expect to be dazzled!”
And a week later, Lin told you to clear your schedule for Friday night.
What happens to the Morty’s who get abandoned at the Morty Daycare? I know the idea of a naughty Storage Rick has crossed a lot of people’s minds but I like to think of a different scenario playing out. One a little more sweet~
Some of the Morty’s are abandoned by choice. The person who previously ‘owned’ them drops them off and simply fails to return, they have no use for them and so there they stay to wonder when someone will come back or IF someone will come back. Other Morty’s get dropped with the intention to stay only a few days but perhaps end up staying much longer when there trainer meets and unfortunate end.
Storage Rick knows which ones are abandoned. They sit there day in and day out with the hope slowly dwindling in there eyes. And eventually he’ll hear stories through the many people who stop by about this or that trainer meeting an unfortunate fate or they’ll notice how a trainer fails to meet the eyes of the abandoned Morty.
It doesn’t bother him at first. He has a job to do and it pays well so why worry about other people? why worry about the Morty’s there fed. They get a place to sleep. It’s not HIS fault that those other damn Rick’s don’t understand how LUCKY they are to have a Morty. He’s never had one, he’s never had a Beth either. No family, no problems. Just him and the large chunk of change he gets for doing his job.
But that all crumbles eventually. It starts with one scruffy Morty, that just wont stop hoping. Everyday its “Have you seen my Rick? Has he stopped by? Is he picking me up soon? He said he’d be back in a few days.“ Storage Rick doesn’t even care but he goes to find out what happened to this damn Rick just so he can get the kid off his back. When he eventually finds out the guy got himself killed he feels a little sick. It takes a few days before he works up the courage to tell the Morty, but he doesn’t have to. The moment the words “Hey kid im sorry-” leave his mouth the little guy is already in tears.
And storage Rick has NO idea what he’s thinking but he can’t stand to watch this loyal hopeful Morty just crumble in front of him so before he knows what he’s doing he’s asking the kid if he wants to stay at his house. Not permanently, he just has an extra bedroom and whatever.
Before he sees it coming Storage Rick has amassed a small army of Morty’s he’s had to buy a bigger home in order to house all his new grandsons but its a kind of chaos he had no idea he ever needed in his life. Some of the Morty’s there are permanent others are just there for a few days before they’re returned to there proper universe but its just one big family.
Storage Rick wakes up every morning to fresh pancakes for breakfast, and he comes home each evening to a clean house and a big dinner. Sure there are rough patches because having that many Morty’s in one house is bound to cause drama but Storage Rick would not exchange his new family for anything in the world.
AND OH GOD FATHERS DAY. All the Morty’s are in competition with each other each trying to outdo the last. All day long Rick’s getting gifts and cards and food as each Morty does there best to show there appreciation. Despite Rick’s best attempts to act unfazed he can’t help but crack a smile and thank each of his darling Morty’s for doing there best.
Just imagine Storage Rick, going from a loveless, man with no family to the happiest Rick to exist because he has a big house packed with happy thankful Morty’s that he rescued. Imagine him feeling overwhelmed some nights when he lays in bed because he remembers how lonely he use to be and now he has so much. Imagine the Morty’s who get abandoned and forgotten, imagine how scared and sad they must feel. Imagine a Morty abandoned and alone suddenly being adopted by Storage Rick who takes him home, to this large vibrant household full of happy Morty’s ready to welcome anyone.
JUST IMAGINE THIS HAPPY CHAOTIC HOUSEHOLD. I came up with this awhile ago while chatting with @gaily-daily who fueled the flames of Storage Rick being grandfather of the year. And it was about time I shared it all with you.
Rap Monster: He had been gone all day, working at the studio and came home to you asleep on the couch with your headphones in. He picked up your phone to see that you were playing the Wings album on repeat, having his song in particular playing over and over. He smiled and moved your hair out of your face and placed a small kiss on your lips. He remembered you telling him at one point that you listen to his music when you felt sad or alone which made him a bit upset but he understood.
“I’m here now darling. No need to feel alone.”
Suga: You had gone down to the studio to spend some time with Suga since you knew he wasn’t going to be home very much for the next little while. You laid down on the couch they had in the studio and closed your eyes and fell asleep listening to Suga practice some of his new lines. Namjoon nudged Suga and pointed over in your direction. Suga smiled and went over and placed a sweatshirt over your body. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and walked back over to Namjoon.
“She falls asleep to my voice almost every night. I kind of expected this to happen.”
Jin: You and Jin were enjoying your time together, just watching a movie while laying in bed when you looked up and admired his face. He smiled and looked back down at you. “What?” he would asked only to have you shake your head. You looked back to the tv then back at him again. “Y/n what?” You shook your head again this time Jin lifted your chin so you were looking at him once more. “What is it y/n? I know you want to ask me something.” You let out a deep sigh and finally replied, “Can you sing me to sleep? Please?” His smile would grow and he would lean down and kiss your nose.
“Always, my love.”
J-Hope: Jhope was out with his friends, just enjoying his time out with his guy friends when you decided to check up on him. “I’ll be back pretty late, what’s up?” He would text back. You didn’t want to tell him you couldn’t sleep but you did anyways. “I can’t sleep..” “Do I need to come home?” You didn’t want to say yes but in the end, you just wanted to fall asleep to his voice. “Too late I’m coming home.” He came home about twenty minutes later, crawling into bed behind you and wrapping you in his arms. “Sing to me?” You asked.
“You’re so cute. Of course.”
Taehyung: You had recently watched an old movie with Taehyung, causing him to fall in love with the music in the movie. He had taken the time to download and listen to the whole album of the movie, singing it almost all the time. He was in the kitchen, doing the dishes when you heard him seeing “Fly Me To The Moon” by Frank Sinatra. “Tae?” You would call out. He would stop singing, lifting his head up from the dishes. “Hmm?” “Nothing. I just really like that song.” He smiled and and began singing it again until he noticed that you had fallen asleep. You usually fall asleep with headphones in so when he went over to help you to your bed, he noticed your sleep playlist was filled with songs he sang and even his own songs.
“My girl, falling asleep to my voice. That’s so CUTE!”
Jimin: Jimin had spent the week at home with you while he was on his break. Every night, he would sing you to sleep, letting you lay in his arms has you two cuddled together. The time had come for him to leave again so he could go back on tour. You two hadn’t said anything but you knew both knew it was going to be hard. Jimin had disappeared for a couple of hour the night before he had to leave. When he come home, he knocked on the door to have you open it to him holding a huge teddy bear and a small basket. He sat down the bear and handed you a CD with the words ‘sing me to sleep’ on it.
“I got you this bear that I sprayed with my cologne and this CD is something I made so that you can fall asleep to my voice every night. Kind of like I never left and before you know it, I’ll be home.”
Jungkook: Jungkook kind of knew that you liked to fall asleep to him singing over even talking. He started to catch on when you’d cuddle up to him when he was talking on the phone with someone or practicing his vocals. Finally, he had just come out and told you that he knew you did it. Your face would go bright red but continued to pull out your phone to show him your playlist of his covers that he did throughout the year. “I really can’t sleep without hearing your voice.” He would pull you into his arms and kiss the top of your head.
“Honestly, I just fell ten times more in love with you and your cute face.”
You liked to think that you could completely trust your best
friend, you had known him since before you could sit up, so out of the blue
when he sent you a message asking for you to drop clothes at an address you
Now, looking at the tiny run down building you were doubting
it. He didn’t notice you’d pulled up, jumping as he tried to light his
cigarette but found the wind that hissed around the open field to strong.
“Ah thank you, you’re a life saver.” He chuckled as he gave
up on the cigarette and hurried to help you grab on of the bags.
“I thought I had the wrong place.” You chuckled as he
hurried you in out of the wind as it started to rain.
“This is um… kind of like my secret place.” He glanced at
you and smiled when you spotted a picture of the two of you grinning on the
What she means:
I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"
Summary: Where soulmates have a physical connection, there are many negatives: bruises, broken bones, concussions. I’m here to tell you the positives ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Warnings: mega annoyance, Lemony Snicket writing moment, and masturbation ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
With a satisfied smile, you shut the neon notebook. Hours of studying and hard work all for final exams. You love final exams, not the way Hermione likes final exams, but the way Ron and Harry like final exams: because it means summer is close. Summer, where you can watch netflix all night and sleep all day. It’s really great.
What also makes final exams so great is the fact that you’re a really good test taker. Weeks and weeks in advance are spent studying and organizing elaborate schedules. Blistered fingers from highlighting and scribbling and not to mention the celebratory twinkies for each paragraph you read in a textbook.
Needless to say, everyone always wants to be your study partner and you can’t blame them.
You shut off the desk lamp before reaching your arms up in a relieving stretch.
You had pulled up the soft blankets of your delicately decorated bed and prepared to settle into sleep when-
You slapped a hand over your mouth, startled at the moan that slipped from your mouth.
In your defense, there was a feeling that caused the sound. You had become aware of the wet feeling between your legs and you cussed loudly.
“Fuck. Please don’t do this n-n-hNG!” You collapsed onto the bed, shoving your face into to muffle the moans.
You pull up the sleeve and turn your wrist over. The lines of the heart birthmark imprinted onto your skin was a scarlet color, deep and seducing.
You know what the means.
Everyone knows what that means, actually. When the soulmate mark is blue, it means they’re sad, black means dead, green means asleep, pink means embarrassed, yellow means happy, purple means injured, and red means-
A sudden whimper escapes your mouth and you quickly shove your face back into the pillow. Your body is now trembling wildly. If anyone walked in right now (which you doubted would happen since it’s eleven thirty at night) they’d probably think you were crying.
You bit down on your lip, holding in wanton pants. Is your soulmate going through heat or something?! Sure, you guys get horny and need to rub one out sometimes. I mean you’re human, but what the fuck is going on right here?
What the fuck is going on with your soulmate in general?! For one, there were random spurts of purple hearts on your wrist. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up with bruises on your rib cage.
You felt yourself pulsing, begging for the release but your soulmate had a surprising ability to drag out an orgasm.
Wherever the fuck that came from because if you knew your soulmate (and you do) then you know that he’s definitely a guy because only a guy could cum in less than fifteen seconds.
Talk about stereotypes.
But now all of a sudden this is a fanfiction worthy orgasm. Like. One you’d read in a fic with Bucky Barnes (who doesn’t read Bucky fanfiction? He’s everyone’s dream soulmate).
You couldn’t help yourself when you decided to hurry up this session so you could get some sleep. You spread your legs, blushing like crazy, and reach your hand down.
You can feel your soulmate’s heart skip a thousand beats when he realizes you’ve joined him.
By the end of the night, Peter was laying in his bed, breathing heavily. “Holy shit,” he managed to say to himself. There was a pinch on his arm, his soulmate’s response.
Then there was a smack against his cheek, which actually kind hurt. Ink showed up on his arm, swirly cursive handwriting yelling at him:
JUST WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?? I HAVE A TEST IN FOUR HOURS DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS THAT’S RIGHT IT’S 4 IN THE DAMN MORNING SOO I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU THINK STAYING UP AND GETTING OFF IS GOING TO DO SO LET ME GIVE YOU A HINT IT’S GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED THAT’S WHAT THANKS FOR NOTHING ASSHAT PEACE OUT FUCKER
You throw the sharpie across the room, the cap popping off when it hit the wall and resulting in ink being spattered over the paint job. “Mother fucker,” you hiss, balling up knots of hair in your hands.
There was a tickle on the palm of your hand. You look down and see ink spelling out: sorry :)
Okay, I bet we all love the scenarios where the more softer ones in the relationships snuggle up or search protective comfort in their partners, but imagine it the other way around.
Imagine Kageyama waking up in the middle of the night, the feeling of being alone haunting him and being scared or heavy breathing, but then Hinata pressing Kageyama’s face against his own, cheeks rubbing against each other and him mumbling “I’m here, you dumbass.” While Kags just clenches onto the orange-haired
Imagine Daichi laying in bed, his head laying on Suga’s hair while he just sighs and complains about maybe having a bad day or his fears because of college, the team or something else. And Suga is just there, patting his back and humming in approval, giving a warm smile which makes Daichi’s days better anyways
Imagine Tsukishima relaxing in Yamaguchi’s arms as his head lays in the curve of Tadashi’s neck and the freckled boy just stroking and slightly playing with the blond hair. Tsukishima isn’t even necessarily talking, he just enjoys the silence and Yamaguchi’s comforting presence after he overthought things or stressed himself with non-important stuff. (cries)
Imagine Iwaizumi hugging Oikawa out of nowhere, in bed, while cooking or just laying on the couch, and asking him to tell one of his weird stories or non-sense thoughts. Oikawa just smiles and starts, being used to it for a long time now, because he knew his voice would calm him down. He doesn’t know that his Iwa-chan does that, because he’s scared of losing contact to him when they go to seperated colleges and him maybe not being able to hear Oikawa’s silly voice again. (kill me for this one)
Warnings/Contains: kinda phone sex, ben wa balls and kegel exercises, slight wanda x reader in a platonic but slightly gay way, general awkwardness, dirty talk, vaginal sex, stripping, i think that’s all?
Word Count: 3762
i never know what half the shit i write even means, but here it is, it’s here and it’s happening, think of it what you will #godbless
Friday night while hubby and sons were at the basketball games in the city. I was working “overtime” at the store with Teddy. After we closed Teddy was going to take me out for dinner when his friend Matt showed up. The 3 of use had a nice dinner at the Marriott and then they took me up to a room. In the room they took turns one fucking my pussy the other getting blowjobs, I took each one in the mouth then got them hard again and after teddy filled my pussy Matt took his turn and as teddy said he topped my off. I came 3 times with them. We went out to the parking lot and after Matt drove away teddy took me home. On the way home he was saying who cock do you love, making me say how much i love his cock and the way he uses me. After a while Teddy joked and said your are so horny for cock i bet you couldn’t even tell what cock is mine. I told him how great his cock felt and can tell. He dropped me off back at the store and i drove home that night completely satisfied. Sunday afternoon i was home relaxing some great alone time as Hubby and the boys were back to the city for basketball games. I was laying in the sofa watching TV when the doorbell rang. I got up and it was Teddy, i immediately got wet. He came in and gave me a nice big kiss, and told me he was thinking about the ride home Friday and still thinking that I couldnt tell his cock. When i told him i could he said let see and told me to strip and go up on my bed. I did exactly what he said and went upstairs and got ready for him. He took a while to get up stairs but when he did i went right for his pants and for his cock. He stopped me and said let see if you can and he took out a blindfold and put it on me and told me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then it got hot, i heard teddy and then others whispering , teddy stood in front of me and said lets see if you can pick out my cock. and the next thing i knew there was a nice hard cock rubbing on my lips. I started sucking and knew right away it wasn’t Teddy uncut cock. After he came in mouth the next one got in front of me. I ended up sucking 5 cocks and knew that teddy was the 4th cock. He said it was easy with blowjobs and then told me to get on all fours on the bed and one by one they fucked me doggie. i came a lot while they took turns fucking me, but after they were all done, it was close between the 1st and 3rd cock but i figured teddy would go 1st and i was right. i fell on the bed after the last one came. and just laid there exhausted for a few minutes. When i sat up teddy took off the blindfold and when I looked around all his friends were gone. Teddy then said he was wrong and that i really did love his cock. I got up and there was a big wet spot on the bed and teddy told me not to clean it until tomorrow since it was on hubby side of the bed. We went back down stairs and i expected to see all his friends but everyone left. I asked teddy who was it and he would not tell me. He said just keep wondering but then he said it cold be anyone and 3 of them were new cocks. After he left I took a shower but i couldn’t stop thinking who it was i sucked and fucked that afternoon.
♥ Well I did it, didn’t I? the week isn’t over and here is a new One Shot with Steve. I think there will be a sequel, what do you guys think? Please leave some feedback. If you found any mistakes tell me, I would love to correct them. Enjoy! Deutsche Version? Auf meiner Masterlist.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Reader wakes up horny there is only one thing to solve that problem.
Warnings: smut, dry humping (no penetration), PWP!
You layed in your big, warm and comfortable bed. Wrapped in your warm blankets and soft pillows next to you was no one else than Steve Rogers. It was dark as you opened your eyes, it was still in the middle of the night and a frustrated sound left your lips. It was the fourth time that you woke up that night and the reason why was the incredibly handsome Captain America, or rather the effect he had on you.
At the moment, you feel like a horny teenager without any self-control. You pressed your thighs together, hoping to suppress the rising need, between your legs. It didn’t worked! But could you be blamed for being horny? Steve Rogers was stunning and absolutely perfect. Every inch of his body looked likes it was was carved out of marmor and gave you all kinds of fantasies.
The super soldier had just returned from a two-week mission and was exhausted. As much as he liked to ‘celebrate’ his return with you, he was simply too tired to do any activities other than sleep, and that was the reason why you were so needy.
Two weeks without Steve were hard to bear and a girl has needs! Feverishly, you had waited for his return, and would had jumped his bones immediately as he walked trough the door , but he weren’t unfortunately not in the condition for that. And so you were awake now for the fourth time, needy and desperate with fairly wet panties, while Steve was sleeping soberly.
You thought for a while what you should do. A quick glance at the bright alarm clock showed you that it was three o'clock in the morning. You could get something to drink to distract you, or go and touch yourself in the bathroom quickly, but that would never have the same effect as when Steve touched you. Damn it! You were pretty much too horny now to have any decency or to restrained your needs! And Steve was better now, right? He had gotten some sleep and he has super soldier genes right?
You straighten up and sit down in Steve’s lap. Your knees to the right and left of his hips, bending forward to press your lips against the blonde’s neck as your hands crossed his naked chest. A satisfied smile stole at your lips as a moan left the super soldier’s lips and you could feel him getting hard under you. You bit onto your lip to resist the urge to grind shamelessly against him, for now at least! “Steve” you breathed into his ear while you pressed a kiss below his ear. “Steve” you began place kisses on his neck and start to gently suck on the sensitive skin. A groan left Steve’s lips and you felt his hands wrapped around your hips and he pressed you into his lap.“Hi Soldier” you muttered and loosened the lips from his neck to put them on his full ones. Your tongue asked for entrance, which Steve granted you immediately. His right hand layed on your neck and he pulled you closer to him as you broke the kiss, you felt that he was now completely hard and you could no longer resist the urge and started to grind your pussy over his boxershorts and sweatpants covered erection.
“Y/N” Steve drew a sharp breath and the grip on your hips strengthened as he helped you move rhythmically against him.You groaned as you felt the wonderful friction of the fabric and Steve’s cock rubbing on your clit.“Steve,” you could already feel that your were approaching your climax and the knot in your belly tightened.The movement of your hips became faster and irregular.Steve pushed his hips harder against yours “Fuck Steve” “Come Y/N, I know you’re close” Your fingers clawed in the fabric of Steve’s pants on his thighs.The blonde let a hand from your hips, wander up, under the cloth of your shirt and kneading one of your boobs.“Steve … oh God, Fuck … Steve” you groaned much louder than you had intended when you finally reached your climax and pushed your Steve with you over the edge.
Steve threw his head back into the pillow “Y/N"Your muscles were shaking as you slowly moved back and forth to ride out your orgasm.Exhausted, you rolled down from Steve, and pulled your panties from your legs and let them fall to the ground.Steve did the same and slipped out of his ruined boxershorts and reached for a few handkerchiefs beside the bed and wiped his cum away, then he threw them into the paper basket and pulled you back in his arms.
You put your head on his chest ” That was pretty hot,“ he said, kissing you on the hair. "I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist” “Oh Sweetheart no need to apologize, that was awesome. I love you” “I love you too, Steve"You cuddled up to him and closed your eyes and this time you found restful sleep.