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Taking Control (NSFW)

Today started off like any other day really, you were at school and just working through a work sheet when you felt a hand on your inner thigh. You knew it was Theo, your boyfriend of a few months. He teased you throughout the whole class and you had warned him you’d get him back.

So now you were at home, in your most sexual underwear, ready for Theo to come round.

And boy was he in for a surprise.

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friends to lovers ❁ hoshi

anon askedHello! I really liked your friends-to-lovers Junhui AU, so would it be okay to request a friends-to-lovers Hoshi AU? Thank you! :)

aw thank u, im glad you liked jun’s version! i’ll do my best to make this one just as good!

  • you both were put in dancing classes when you were young
  • that’s basically how you two met
  • the dance moms were mingling with each other as u all had ur class
  • but i guess soonyoung’s mom and urs just CLICKED
  • they became best friends which meant u both had to be too
  • you both got along with each other well so it wasn’t a forced friendship
  • soonyoung was a very fidgety boy and dancing was something that helped when he was feeling restless
  • whenever he came to ur house or u went to his you would always see him dancing
  • like if he was walking down the path to ur house u just see him moonwalking to the door or he’s doing something crazy like KRUMPING
  • like is this kid okay lol
  • you’d have to try and stop him from dancing so much cause ur scared he’ll hurt himself by DANCING SO MUCH
  • looked exxxxtra cute with braces on
  • he was a bit embarrassed by it, but i mean .. who isn’t u know
  • “it’s okay hoshi i still think ur cute.”
  • “oh thank u pft” (*≧∀≦*)
  • soonyoung hated school
  • he hated waking up so early to get ready for something he thought was useless
  • but he still pulled through with those good grades
  • so he always pined after girls who he wasn’t able 2 get with
  • ok maybe just japanese, chinese, and korean
  • he also wasn’t a very loud person, but whenever u saw him he was blasting his music so in a sense he was p loud
  • he became more of a rat during ur 2nd to last year of high school
  • let u get in trouble w the teacher when it was hIS FAULT
  • but he is super duper good at taekwondo and whenever a boy or creepy dude went up to u he would ‘HYA’ them in the face
  • get rekt
  • also wanted to fight everyone in ur class, he hated all of them
  • probably would’ve fought ur teacher too if the chance of getting expelled was 0
  • hoshi: dude sing it with me
  • hoshi: oh u don’t know that song?
  • hoshi: ok well how abou–  JAJAEONG MAK JINAN SAEBYEOK YO sing it with me–
  • when u sang the next lyrics he was like
  • omg (ノ≧∀≦)ノ
  • OK but that’s when he knew he fell in love with u
  • he knew he wasn’t allowed to date until he graduated but </3 he finally realized that u were the one 4 him
  • perfect, cute, fun
  • u were hi s ideal type
  • bc u smelled nice (and he secretly knew that u liked him too)
  • it was a breath of fresh air once you both graduated high school
  • bc school’s over
  • and ,, maybe he could even ask u out soon . omgg soonyoung get urself together (*≧▽≦)ノシ))
  • ok but when i mean ask u out soon i MEAN RLLY SOON
  • dude he asked u out three days after graduation lol
  • “um .. would u pl s go out with me pls”
  • at first u were like ?? r u bullshitting soonyoung it isnt funny bro
  • 。(*^▽^*)ゞ “i don’t think i was joking?? idk pft”
  • i mean of course you said yes to him what a goofball
  • his mom was very proud
  • gave him a thumbs up when he told her the news
  • “son u picked the right one. i was hoping u would fall for them”
  • “oh thank u mom”
  • is a loving boyfriend. he loves u so much
  • rlly likes apples so he feeds u apple slices from time to time
  • an apple a day keeps the doctor away
  • still dances A LOT
  • can rlly krump
  • but also slow dances with you sometimes when he feels like he should give u some extra love
  • he’s super cuddly with u aw ):
  • sometimes wants to fight u cause ur cute
  • his heart goes BOOM BOOM BOOM BOBOBMOBOOM whenever he sees u
  • which is like always
  • “STOP”
  • “what”
  • “my heart ,… it can’t take ur . ,,, perfectness …….”
  • has dance battles with u
  • and helps u with taekwondo so that u can defend urself when he’s not around
  • is proud of u even though u just kicked him in the face
  • “thank u jagiya that was refreshing”
  • “sweetheart ur on the floor are u sure u don’t need ice”
  • “babe ur heart is cold as fuck i don’t need ice”
  • “wtf”
  • minghao encourages u to fight ur boyfriend whenever he does him wrong
  • again, his heart goes DOKI DOKI ODKIDOKDOIDDOKI whenever u do something he finds cute or attractive
  • “omg babe feel my heart it’s beating so fast”
  • “literally all i did was sit on the couch are u sure u don’t need to go to the hospital”
  • “fine if ur not gonna feel my heartbeat ill do it myself”
  • “ok babe”
  • (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु “WHATEVER I DONT NEED U”
  • he loves u
  • so MUCH
  • gets u to sing shinee songs with him every now and then so that he can fall in love with you evenmore
  • u both cry a little whenever u watch that one performance of 낯선자  stranger
  • this one
  • “what a blessing. key looks so good here, jagi”
  • “oh my god they’re so good at dancing”
  • “my sins have been washed away jus t by watching this”
  • ur friends and his hate it whenever ur both stuck to each other’s sides
  • “ur just jealous. bac k OFF”
  • cries when u cry
  • vows to never make u cry
  • unless it’s a good thing like maybe giving you smth you’ve always wanted ( … shinee concert tickets maybe ) or proposing to u
  • which CALM DOWN soonyoung you’ve only been dating for a year give it a little more time
  • ive been rambling for too long im sry
  • soonyoung would be such a sweet and innocent boyfriend honestly he would never let go of u ur the most precious thing to him

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anonymous asked:

Holy snizzle dizz I have an idea. Ok so y/n wakes up and she has a dream that Dally and Johnny die (she basically dreamt the story, but she's in it) and she runs to the Curtis house to see the gang, to make sure the dream didn't actually happen. She runs to Dally and hugs him crying bc of the 'dream' (same for johnny, but y/n is hugging dally longer) and he's surprised bc he and the rest of the gang have no idea wtf is going, and she tells them dream. 1/2

(request con.) and she tells them dream and they’re all taken aback by her dream? Could it be a dally x reader type of imagine? Plz & could it be long and detailed? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense. (I jus read the book anD OMG I NEED AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING BC MY BABIES DIED AND NONONO) ps. I really like your writing And your skills are AMAZING. Also thanks! 2/2


holy snizzle dizz I will try my absolute best to make this imagine what you were thinking. btw I rly love the prompt! and im glad you enjoy my writing (even though sometimes it sucks) :)


You woke up drenched in sweat and trembling in fear. The bed sheets were tangled around your legs.

You had absolutely no idea how your brain came up with the dreams it did. Your dreams usually never scared you at all, but this one did. This dream was vivid and it seemed as if it were real.

It scared you, it really did. At the moment, you were having trouble deciding whether the dream was real or if it was fictional.

It all started when Darry had yelled at Pony for falling asleep in the lot with you and Johnny. Darry pushed Pony and he ran out of his house. He went to the lot and told you and Johnny that you guys were running away.

While the three of you were at the park, you all got jumped by some Socs and they tried to drown Pony and they also started to beat up you and Johnny.

Johnny pulled out his switchblade and killed one of the Socs. when he realized what he had done, he sat on the ground and began to cry. You looked at him and told him to calm down and that everything would be okay. When Pony woke up, you all went to see Dally so he could help you guys.

Dally had told you guys to hop on the 3:15 train to Windrixville. He told you to go to and abandoned church on the top of Jay Mountain and he said to stay there until he came to get you all.

When you all arrived in Windrixville, everyone went to the church and got some rest. Johnny woke up before anyone else so he went to get a week’s supply of food.

And then you all stayed there for what felt like the longest week of your lives.

When Dally finally came to get you all, the first thing he did was take you guys to Dairy Queen and everything was fine until you all went back to the church.

The church was engulfed in flames and you, Ponyboy, and Johnny overheard two adults say that some of the children on the field trip were missing. All three of you quickly ran inside of the church to save the kids.

Even though you all saved the kids, before Dally could get Johnny out, the roof fell in on him and he broke his back and was badly burned.

You all visited the hospital many times and the night of the rumble you all went to tell him that the Greasers had won. He said that there was no point in fighting. Then he looked at Pony and told him to stay gold.

Johnny died right in front of your eyes. You saw Dally break right in front of your eyes.

Dally ran off, broken and unable to be fixed. There was no other choice to him but to die. The only thing he loved was gone, so what was the point anymore?

He ended up robbing a store and being chased by the police. The rest of the gang ran to the park and watched their friend get shot in the chest and slowly die right in front of them. They were all in shock that they had lost two gang members in one night. You saw Dally drop to the ground and that’s when you woke up.

You sat up and wiped your eyes. You were in shock and you were terrified. You were so scared that two of your closest friends had died. You needed to go and see for yourself.

You got up and slipped on a hoodie and a pair of your converse. Then you made your way to the Curtis house.

You knocked on the door and Darry answered. He noticed that your cheeks were tear stained and that you were shaking.

“What’s wrong? Come on in and we’ll talk about it.” Darry motioned you to  come in and you did. You looked around and your eyes immediately landed on Johnny and Dally.

You sighed with relief and ran over to Johnny. You gripped him tight and cried in his shoulder.

“Thank god,” you quietly said.

You let go of Johnny and ran over to Dally and hugged him as well. Even though he didn’t notice, you hugged him for a bit longer.

“What was that for?” Dally asked you.

That is when you explained everything to them. You told them about the dream, how it scared you, and how you thought it was real.

None of them had anything to say. They didn’t know how to respond to that.

After a while you all just talked about it and you figured the gang had had enough of you for one night, so you began you trip home.

“Hey wait up, doll,” you heard a voice yell behind you. You turned around and saw Dally running up to you.

“Can we talk about that dream?” he asked you.

“Look, it was just a dream and I don’t know why it happened but it did. I was worried it was real so I came to check on you and Johnny and it turned out I had just dreamt it. No big deal.”

You started to walk off but Dally grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t leave. I’m still talking to you.”


“Why were you so worried that I died, Y/N?”

“Because you’re my friend. I was so scared that I would have to live the rest of my life without you and Johnny.”

“Oh. And another thing.”


“Did you mean to hug me longer or was I just imagining things?’ He laughed.

“Oh God, you noticed that,” you blushed, putting your head in your hands.

“Yea. Listen, doll, it’s kinda obvious that you’ve got a thing for me. You know that, right?”

“Well now I do.”

“Look, I don’t care. But would you wanna consider being my girl?”

“I thought you were dating Sylvia,” you said in shock.

“The broad was two-timing me while I was in jail, man.”


“So are you in or what? You wanna be my girlfriend or no?”

“Uh, sure. Why not?” you laughed.

A/N: the end! I really hoped you liked this because it literally took me three hours to write. thank you so much for requesting and I am so sorry you had to wait so long. There has been so much going on recently and I just now got around to writing yours since you wanted it to be long and detailed. and btw that ending sucked I am so sorry this probably not at all what you were thinking of. and it looked a lot longer when I was writing it. I apologize this is really bad. :( if you want another imagine, feel free to send in a request at any time!

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also thanks, Im glad you like my blog!

Imagine: Jealous
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader x Thomas Sangster
Requested: yepp
Word Count: 2218
Warnings: smut, some spanking and swearing A/N: im glad you like my blog!!! btw thomas sangster will be in this one. sorry if you dont like that but I really wanted to fit him into one of my imagines. btw im actually very proud of this one so make sure to like and reblog😇

You catch sight of Pan leaving the bonfire with Wendy with his hand on the mid of her back. You couldn’t miss them leaving because od her obnoxious giggling.

Since Darling has arrived, she and Pan were inseperable, only indicating that he hasn’t spent time with you in eight days.

When you appeared on the island, you and Pan had an immense connection. Though, to this day, you and Pan had only a ‘thing’. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours. You were merely ‘friends with benefits’. It’s been that way for the four years you’ve been on the island.

But you noticed how Pan observed Wendy during the her first campfire on the island. He surveyed her, obviously intrigued. That night and until now, he wouldn’t even glance at you.

Earlier that night, she and Pan sat on the opposite side of the fire. They didn’t bother with the other lost boys dancing around. The two sat directly in front of you. You were practically in the front row to watch ‘the lovely Miss Darling’ blushing and twirling her golden locks. They were obviously flirting with each other, and she made sure you were to hear it.

But now they were deep in the forest. He was probably doing what he calls ‘showing the girl the secrets of the island’. It’s more often known as ‘showing the girl the secrets under his pants’ according to the other lost boys.

Your thoughts of murdering Wendy Darling subsided when Thomas sat next to your log.

“Pan still hasn’t come around?“he asked noticing your glum look.

“I’m quite sure he’s doing the dirty deed with the new girl,” you rolled your eyes kicking a pebble around.

“I’ve got an idea,“Thomas smirked.

“And what would that be,“I ask interested. Thomas has always been there, acting like my older brother Felix. But Felix has never discovered about Pan and I, and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Fight fire with fire,“he raised an eyebrow, popping a berry in his mouth. He made sure nobody heard our conversation but the crackling of the bonfire was assissting us, therefore there was no need to whisper. “He’s said it himself; he likes fire,“he smirked.

“How would you suggest we do that, Sangster?"we leaned closer to one another.

"You know bloody well what we’ll do,"he smirked. "You in?”

“I’m up for it,"I smile."When exactly is this happening?”

“Tomorrow’s campfire, meet me by the tall, ‘A’ marked tree.”

“I don’t recall ever passing an ‘A’ marked tree,"you wondered aloud. "I’ve just about passed through every inch of the island and never have I passed an ‘A’ marked tree.”

“You’ll find the tree. I guarantee it,"he winked.

You hopped off the log, heading back to Pan’s treehouse, where you two always slept near one another. But he hasn’t laid by you since Wendy arrived on Neverland.

*** The campfire began half an hour ago, and you eventually encounter the tall, ‘A’ marked tree Thomas had described the night before. It was far enough so the boys wouldn’t see you, but you could just spot Wendy’s long, curly blonde hair. Luckily, her back was turned to you, and the lost boys were too focused on their dance to notice that you and Thomas weren’t attending the campfire. As for Peter, you knew he wouldn’t give even a piece of damn.

But Thomas wasn’t there. You faced the A-marked tree. You pondered if this was the wrong place, but was soon proved wrong when you felt Thomas’ arms slithering around your waist.

"What an entrance, Sangster,"I swiveled around to look up into his chocolate brown eyes. The two of you talked about pointless things; the island, and whatnot.

"Are you sure about this?"Thomas asked cautiously, and acted in a relaxed form.

You glance over his shoulder, seeing Wendy laughing along with Pan as he began playing his panflute.

You nodded, a bit tense.

With that, Thomas lightly shoved you on the tree, your back against the rough bark. You pulled him into a kiss, your hands roaming in his hair as the kiss deepened.

Thomas was loving and gently slid his hands onto the edge of your hips, and traveled downward.  It was different, a good different. You found yourself somewhat getting into it.

He left your lips and moved down to your jaw, lightly sucking. Thomas occasionally squeezed your butt making you jump. He moved down to the base of your neck, and to the edge of your collarbone.

"Mmm Thomas, right there,"you threw your head back when he found your sweet spot. Just after you let the moan slip, it became quiet. The panflute stopped playing. You didn’t notice until Thomas was thrown off of you and onto a nearby tree, landing with a grunt.

"What the hell is going on?"his voice boomed through the tight forest.

"Why do you care?"I walk over to Thomas giving him a hand. "Go play with Wendy,"I scoff. "You are obviously more interested in her,"I say, rolling my eyes.

"Jealous?"he smirked. Of course you were. But would you really give him the satisfaction of knowing that? Absolutely not.

"Why would I be jealous when I have Thomas?"Thomas wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Leave before I murder you,"Pan glared at him. Thomas kissed my forehead sweetly and left, only angering Pan more.

"I’m going to show you just who you belong to-"he snapped his fingers.”-and that nobody can make you feel the way I can.“

The two of you were back in his treehouse and you were completely bare. He sat on the edge of his bed. "You haven’t been a very good girl, y/n,"he taps his lap indicating for you to lay over it. You do as you were told and lean over his lap. You squeal when you feel a harsh slap on your bum. "I need you to count babygirl,"he said softly.

"O-one,"you could feel him smile. The anticipation of the hit was unbearable. Normally it wasn’t too many, but you could tell Pan was outraged.

Another sharp hit landed on your butt. "T-t-two.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl, y/n,"he says sending another strike. Fifteen spanks later, your cheeks were stinging.

"Like I promised earlier, I’d make you feel better than anyone ever has before"you suddenly feel two fingers entering me roughly. "and you should know, I always keep my word.”

“A-ah Peter,"you moaned, his fingers moving more quickly.

"Your mine, only mine, understand y/n!?"he slipped in another finger.

"Oh fuck yes Peter,"he pulled his fingers out leaving you empty. "What the hell?"you were furious, you were ready to cum.

Pan pulled you off of his lap and onto his bed making you face him. He kissed your lips passionately. Peter crawled up to your earlobe, softly nibbling at your sensitive skin. He breathed heavily down your ear and you moaned loudly enough for those two miles away from the treehouse could hear. You could feel a smirk lining his lips as he trailed down your jaw to your neck, harshly sucking. He was definitely leaving large marks that wouldn’t reside for a while, and you definitely couldn’t cover them up. You blame Neverland’s low support of concealer. "Peter, th-the boys will see,"you moaned. He continued leaving littered kisses around your body.

"Let them understand that you’re mine,"he massaged your right breast, guiding his mouth to your left breast. He licked and nibbled on the nipple earning several soft moans from you. Peter moved his mouth to your right breast, tracing the border of your nipple slowly until he found the hard middle.

He continued down the middle of your stomach, occasionally whispering "mine”. Peter left plenty of kisses around your flat belly and licked around your belly button. He pulled your legs apart, leaving your pussy open and exposed into the cold air.

“I want to taste you, love,"his eyes met yours as he traced your hips with his hands and began licking a trail from your inner thigh and missing your pussy lips to tease you.

"What’s stopping you,"you buck your hips yearning for some friction.

"Eager, love?"Peter’s grin expanded as he dove into your lips. "Who made you this wet?"he smirked into your entrance.

"Y-you did Peter,"you moaned, your fingers dancing in his hair. You pulled him farther in and he began twirling his tongue on your clit. "AH FUCK PETER,"you screamed and he continued to lick on your bundle of nerves. You yelped at the quick movements. Before you reached your climax, he slowed his pace, chuckling at your whines for him to go faster. He soon spread his lips wider, devouring as much of your juice as he could.

He dipped his tongue into your entrance. Your toes curled as a loud moan left your lips. "Mmmm,"you whimpered, your legs shaking from pleasure.

Peter’s heavy breaths and low groans were sending pleasung vibrations. They were just enough to send you over the edge. He helped you ride out your orgasm, harshly sucking on your clit, keeping eye contact the entire time. He moved down and licked up your cum.

You flipped him over, slowly pulling his tunic above his head. He laid on the bed, his legs off the edge. You sat in between of them, noticing his boner. You tease Pan by lightly palming him over his pants, earning yourself a low groan. You could feel his erect member growing and eager to see, you tug down his pants, along with his boxers, revealing his longing penis. You lightly kiss the tip.

"Mmm,"he groaned throwing his head back.

You slowly slide your hand up and down his enthusiastic shaft. You rotate your hand, earning a loud moan from Peter. You pumped your hands up and down, repeating your motion several times.

"Fuck baby,"he moans as you clasped your mouth around him, taking him as far as you thought possible. You kept your hand on the two inches that couldn’t be covered. You swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. You looked up at him and find his eyes closed in a state of pure pleasure. He yelled in pleasure, profanities leaving his mouth. Peter was in pure bliss. He came in your mouth soon enough. You swallowed the majority of it; or what you couldve.

He pulled you up bridal style and laid you on to his soft, plump bed. Peter leaned forward, passionately kissing your temple, trailing down to your jaw. You moaned lightly. He lined his tip before your entrance. Peter teased you by rubbing his tip against your clit.

"Mmngh, Peter please,"you begged.

"Please what, love?"he smirked into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck me, fuck me because I’m yours.”

That was all Pan needed as he pushed his erect cock into your tight entrance making you gasp. He filled you out completely and your walls wrapped around his dick. He gave you time to adjust before he began. Peter could be mad, but he’d never hurt you intentionally—well physically. He nibbled on your neck as he thrusted at an agonizing pace.

“Faster Peter, please!"you whined.

"Eager, are we?” he chuckled at your anticipation, while obeying your command. You shut your eyes, taking in the pleasure.

He gradually went faster, as if he’d never have sex again. It was the best the two of you had in ages. He kept one hand at your waist, with the other hand going down to your clitoris. He rubbed the wet area vigorously.

“Oh fuck, Peter,"you screamed. He made low grunts every few seconds, which was just about the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You ran you’re hands on his bare stomach, which moved him to go faster.

"Oh baby, aaaah,"Peter threw his head back, obviously in as much bliss as you were in. "Fuck y/n,"you reach your climax and he rides you through it.

He falls beside you. "That was amazing,"you puffed out. "Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” I smirked.

After a moment, he ran his finger up your slit. You shivered at his cold touch.

“Still so wet, love! Save it for tomorrow night,"he winked at you. He licked up the juice on his finger before getting dressed and leaving the treehouse.

Meanwhile, you only dreamed about round two the night afterwards. Jealous sex is always the best sex. Oh fuck, where’s Wendy?

anonymous asked:

Kirishima, Todoroki, Shinsou and Midoriya accidentally saw his shy crush put their love letter in his desk/bag bc they're too shy to confess directly & not brave enough to give it to him directly either. Headcanons of how they react? P.S. I love your gif & profile pic. Then again, I'm a fan of Midoriya so I approve ;)

(Okay! And, ah, thank you. I was wondering if it was too Midoriya-centered, but I’m very glad someone out there likes them!)


- Really confused when he sees his crush place a letter inside his desk/bag

- Quickly reaches for the note

- Gasps a bit as he reads the love note, then can’t believe his eyes

- Happy that they have mutual feelings, but wishes they directly came to him

- Feels bad that they had to go to the extent of writing a note and sneaking it inside his desk/bag

- As soon as possible, he reaches out to them and asks to speak to them privately

       - “Hey, crush/name. I have to admit, I saw you putting a love letter inside my desk/bag…But, please don’t be embarrassed. I think you’re super cute, too! Let’s go out sometime, okay?”


- Suspicious of the letter and his crush when he sees them

- After some time has passed, he cautiously opens/reads the letter

- Mulls over what crush has written and feels shocked yet euphoric

- Quietly and privately approaches his crush

      - “Crush/name…I saw you put this in my bag/desk. If what you wrote is true, I’m happy that the feelings are mutual. You know, you don’t have to be so shy around me.”

     - Intensely staring at crush as he talks, feeling very much in love


- Wonders what his crush is up to as they place a note in his desk/bag 

- When no one is looking, he quickly reads the note

- Initially, he’s confused and upset

     - Thinks it’s a prank or a joke 

     - Crumples letter up, not able to believe any of it

- Wants to avoid his crush, but the entire situation is really nagging him, so he quietly confronts them

     - “Crush/name, there was no reason for you to play a joke on me. This letter… I never expected you, of all people, to be a bully. Are you pranking me because you think I have a villainous Quirk? Really mature of you.”

- When he realizes that it was genuine, he feels bad and apologizes sincerely

     - Still can hardly believe that his crush likes him back

-Shyly admits his feelings


- Pretty confused and analyzes crush’s intentions when he sees them putting the note in his desk/bag

- Hesitantly opens up the letter

- Can’t control his blushing as he reads it

- He has some doubts, but he really wants to believe that the letter is true

- Admires his crush for writing a letter and keeps it

- Musters all of his courage to talk to his crush about the letter

     - “Hi… Crush/name, I’m sorry, but I saw…I saw you, um, putting a love letter in my desk/bag. I guess it was supposed to be a surprise…either way, it was quite a shock! I’m glad you like me…because, I like you, too!”


motivational sonics bc i was feeling bad ;v;

edit: added metal sonic and fixed the post so it wasnt so long!!! phew!!! and thank you to anyone wishing me to feel better!!! you’re all lovely!!!! 

another edit: added eggman by request! im so glad you all like this, it really makes me happy. <3 have a lovely day everyone.  

paintedphan  asked:

first of all you literally have the most gorgeous art style and of you're interested/ still taking requests maybe you could draw Dan and Phil in a lilac/ light purple color palette! (Only,of course if it's not to much to ask) and once again your art is so incredibly gorgeous I can't

hey there!! thank you so much, seriously <3 im very glad you like my style, so i hope this makes your day a bit brighter :D

so i wasn’t really sure which palette to use, so i kinda stuck with both :)


“Pete, that bookworm chick you invited just showed up.” one of the other guys informed Pete, “Scoonie tried to flirt with her but she sassed him so hard you should have seen it.”

Pete laughed, “sounds like her.” he found you easily, “hey, im glad you could make it!” 

he hugged you and you smiled, “thanks for the invite.”

Pete was pretty perceptive and he could tell something was off, “you dont want to be here do you?”

“not really.” you confessed.

“want to get out of here? there’s this coffee shop down the road and it used to be a library or something so it has all these books.” he smiled, “its really cool.”


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septipliertube  asked:

Tyler joins the army and writes letters to his lover Ethan every week. Ethan never gets the letters so he thinks Tyler is no longer alive. Ethan starts sleeping around to numb the pain, until one day Tyler comes home and Ethan feels so guilty. How can he tell Tyler? 😫 fic plz?

 It was merely just a kiss.

 That’s how it always began. Merely a little kiss. Then it turned into multiple kisses. And maybe a few make-out sessions outside the bar or in the alley right next to the club.

 Then Ethan started getting riskier. He blew a guy in the bathroom stall. Gave a couple of handjobs smack in the middle of the dancing crowd. Hell, he even got a few blowjobs himself.

 Tyler had written three letters and then they stopped. That was three months ago. And day by day, Ethan lost a little more of his sanity and purity. He drank for the first time. He smoked some weed once and once became twice until Amy found out and took it away. Kathryn dumped out all the liquor bottles. Both women came by frequently to check up on Ethan. But he remained in the same four spots each time they came. The bedroom. The living room. The Kitchen. Or on the Bathroom floor. 

 To be fair, they were the ones that insisted he went out and had some fun instead of moping around. Easier for Kathryn to say than Amy. Mark and Tyler had reluctantly agreed to join the occasion of going to war. Ethan held back, much to their distaste. Mark sent letters to Amy extremely often and he was far from any danger. Tyler, however, wasn’t as lucky. He was called up to be on the front lines. And boy was Ethan anxious.

 Most of Mark’s letters had something about Tyler in them before he left. Then three letters came from Tyler and that was it. Three letters. Three months ago.

 And on this unfortunate night, this ungodly night where Ethan knew deep down he’d regret it but carried on anyway because he couldn’t find any other way to cope: he lost his virginity.

 He lost his virginity to some stranger. Was he safe? Did he have AIDS? Ethan wouldn’t know. All he knew was that after the heated words and the unimaginable sensations that he felt was the guilty. The guilt that he gave himself up faster than a hooker would. It took a wink and two drinks to get Ethan following some sexy, brooding man to his apartment and to melt into his arms for passionate, sloppy sex.

 And oh… did Ethan feel dirty. 


  “Morning,” Amy said, chipper as ever as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Ethan cast his eyes onto the floor in shame as he mumbled and walked past her. Even with Mark in the middle of nowhere East Asia, he still managed to make a few videos when he wasn’t busy. They only had to come to the office three times a week to see what he sent them and they’d finish their work in no time.

  “Morning, Ethan. Where’d you run off to last night? I was waiting to see if we could watch a movie but you never showed up,” Kathryn said, looking at Ethan with a slight frown.

  “I-i.. I was at a party and I crashed at some guy’s place.” You mean the man who you gave your virginity away to? Do you even remember his name? Of course not, all you remember are his rough hands raking through your hair and trailing down your hips to hold onto you as he–

 Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, his hand touching his hip where he knew he had a bruise. A big one too. And three hickies on his chest. Another set on each of his thighs. A bruise on his leg too.

  “Oh, well you kinda scared me there. Let us know next time, okay? We don’t want you doing anything stupid, right?” Amy said with a chuckle. Ethan gave a weak chuckle and at that Kathryn knew something was off. 

 They said nothing and they checked one of the computers, clicking through Amy’s emails to see if anything showed up from Mark. One video. Kathryn volunteered to work on it since Ethan did the other day’s video. Amy and Ethan lounged around, Chica rolling around in the rug ridiculously as they waited. 

 When she finished, they all agreed to hang out at the park and play with Chica for a bit. Parking was a hassle, but they got it done. Upon arriving there, Amy tossed Chica’s toy and she followed after her.

  “Where were you really?” Kathryn asked, “last night, I mean.”

  “I said at some guy’s house. The one who.. who threw the party,” Ethan replied, trying to hide how unsteady his response was.

  “Okay,” Kathryn replied. She knew Ethan was lying. And Ethan knew that she knew that he was lying. Neither pressed on the subject. They moved on.


 Ethan was editing one of his own videos at the moment he heard the doorbell. He stood up, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and some shorts when he made his way to the door. Probably Amy, forgot her key here or something. 

 But when he opened the door he saw a man in a very formal uniform, a deep olive green with a medal embedded on his chest. A cap on top of what would be dark brown curly hair. His eyes as blue as ever and a smirk that made Ethan’s heart thump.

  “I’m sorry, is this the residence of Ethan Nestor?” Tyler joked as he smiled, seeing Ethan’s eyes widen and his smile fill his face.

  “OH my god. Is it you. Is this really you?!” Ethan asked, running a hand down Tyler’s uniform. He laughed.

  “Yes, it’s me Ethan. I’m home.”

 Ethan runs into Tyler, wrapping his legs and arms around Tyler as he hugged him tightly. Tyler, unexpectedly holds onto him and holds in just as tight. Ethan breathes in the smell of Tyler and the fresh new uniform. The smell has Ethan lost in his thoughts and it feels like his whole world has stopped.

 And then the guilt crashes down on him. He unwraps himself from Tyler. Tyler leans down and captures him in a kiss. Slow at first, then passionate. They move into Ethan’s apartment where it became more passionate. Tyler had him against the wall and his hands started to roam down Ethan’s body. And they landed on his hips. One hand directly over where his bruise was. And then Tyler stopped.

  “What happened?” Tyler asked, looking down at Ethan. Ethan was confused before realizing his tank top had shrugged to the side slightly and two of the hickies were visible. They were mostly faded, but still visible.

  “I-uh- fell.”


  “You fell,” Tyler repeated plainly. He looked down and analyzed the marks. He looked up at Ethan with concern and he was nervous and sweating.

  “Yeah, I fell w-while playing with Chica,” Ethan said, closing his eyes. JEsus christ he was bad at lying when it came to Tyler.

 Tyler looked at Ethan, his smirk and his smile erased as he stared down at the red bruises.


  “Are you lying to me?” he asked, looking at Ethan eye-to-eye now.

 And then Ethan snapped. He broke down and began to cry. He slid away from Tyler and crumpled to the floor as he cried. He held his head in his hands as he let the tears flow down his face and the sobs ring in their ears. Tyler crouched down as Ethan cried, face red and scrunched up as he felt his walls break down. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t.

  “I’m so sorry. I-i-i was just so convinced that you died and I was- was so sad and lonely. And I didn’t mean to but he was just–”


  “– I gave it away, Tyler. I gave myself L-li-like , like some whore!”

Tyler sighed, he knew that’s what it must have been.

  “I don’t blame you, Ethan,” Tyler whispers as he pulled Ethan close as he shook through his sobs.

  “I cheated on you and it wasn’t even fair.”

  “I know, Ethan. I know. I forgive you.”

 After a couple seconds for Ethan’s sobs to get under control, they finally sat there in silence.

  “I understand and I don’t blame you..” Tyler whispered, stroking Ethan’s head.

 Ethan shook his head.

  “I love you, no matter what. It didn’t have to be me you lost your virginity to, Ethan.  It’s fine. Hell, if I thought you were dead I might have done the same because I wouldn’t know how to cope. But I love you for you Ethan. It didn’t make you somebody else. Going to the lines didn’t make me somebody else. Thank God.”

  “You don’t… you don’t have any… of that.. PTSD?” Ethan asked, half whispered.

  “I was just a rookie, they said. All I’d do is sit tight in case they needed any backup. I was safe the entire time. But I couldn’t get you any letters. I’m so sorry you had to wait that long in silence, baby, i’m sorry…” Tyler whispered, hugging Ethan closer to his chest.

 They sat there in respectable silence. All they were glad for is to have each other in their arms again. Safe. 

shortfxse  asked:

Hi! This isn't a request for art but just a commendation for how good you do. I want to say thank you for the art that you make, and for how well you take requests. You could honestly be charging for these, but I'm glad you're not. It's wonderful to have you as part of the community. <3

LOVE YOU TOO GUYS <3 im glad all of you enjoy my art  <3 makes me really happy 

peach2398  asked:

Hi💗I wanted to thank you for your amazing work and that I am so glad for finding your blog. This is my first request ever Could you write a fabric with MC x Jumin, where Jumin's dad doesn't approve of her first and because he thinks MC isn't enough for his son and tries to persuade him in marrying an other powerful heiress. But the plot is that MC is a trust fund kid but in an other country but she hasn't told him. I hope this is not too specific and you can change the story if you want 💗

Im glad you like my writing and I´m glad you found my little space. I´m thankful for all your support ! I know you liked a lot of the thinks I made it really means a lot to me.

That goes to all of my lovely followers of course. I would be nothing without you !

I´m honored to do your first request ever.

Its not too specific at all. I can picture that Sr Han is doing something like that.

I´ll do it as au since it would not make much sense after Jumins route it also makes it more fun to write.

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You had kept your upcoming as a offspring from a wealthy family a secret from the RFA. It was part of the agreement that you had with your father. You wanted to be independent from him and from him and from his money. You wanted to prove him and yourself that you could do it without him. So you left the country and your more then sheltered life to life in Korea. It was really hard for you to get used to the commoner ways. You where more then happy that you at least had a grandmother that lived in Korea she was the main reason why you wanted to live in this country in the first place. She always had told you about the country and you where eager to find out more. Of course you messed often up but you always tried your best. You then got leaded to the apartment from Unknown. It was easy for him since you where naive enough to believe him.

You liked the apartment though and you had some experience with planning partys thanks to your mother. You liked the lively people in the RFA and you wanted to tell them the r´truth but you knew that if you did your father would force you to return home. It became harder by the day.

Specially after you fell in love with Jumin. You really not had planned to like him that much specially when he came from a rich family himself the exact world you wanted to escape from. He felt different to you though you felt a connection to him like with no one else. Maybe it was because you both where that similar. Your feelings only grew after you met on the RFA party. You kept on calling each other when times got hard and before you knew it you wanted to meet more and more. You knew you should tell Jumin the truth even when that would mean that you eventually had to return back home. It made your heart feel heavy but you not wanted to lie to Jumin.

Then one day in the chat he told everyone about the plans his father had for Jumin. It was so bad to hear that he was suppose to marry a woman that he not loved and on top of that you secretly regretted that you not told Jumin earlier that you are also have a wealthy background.

You thought that if Sr. Han knew that your family was rich he would not oppose it but to say it now of all times was also not right to you. If Jumin thought that you where just after his money or his status that would be very awful to you.

What could you do though lie or tell the truth and risk your relationship ?

You had a hard time to figure it out you seek guidance from your grandmother she always was wise in such situations. This time she got kind of angry at you though. Since she really not liked it that you kept it hidden for so long that you where in love. You feel terrible about that. Then she tells you that you need to follow your heart and that she would take care of your father in worse case scenario after all you are an adult and she would be their to support you no matter what.

You are glad about that and you plan to tell Jumin the truth after all he been really open about everything with you. You call him and ask if you can come over. Jumin has nothing against it since he wanted to talk to anyway about the engagement that he not even agreed to.

You end up talking about Jumin´s  feelings about this whole engagement think and he really does not like that. He talks about how his father just decided that without him and he is strongly against it. You know how he feels your father was also ever like that to you.

Jumin really dislikes it how his father tries to persuade him and you agree with him you really not want him to marry anyone that he does not love. Jumin then asks you what you have on your mind since it sounded really important to him but just when you want to tell him everything his father calls him and tells Jumin that there is a Important Business party in the evening and Jumin needed to attend to it. You where worried about it and Jumin not wanted to go either. He not really had a  choice it sounded really important so he asked you to come with him. You could talk at the way their if you wanted to. You where surprised by his sudden invitation and where wondering if it really was okay for you to join Jumin like that.

He said that he wanted you to come along since he had the feeling that his father was planning something and he wanted you to be their to support him. You agreed even when you where not sure how you suppose to keep your calm if his father really planned on something like to announce the engagement to the public. You where afraid of that moment.

You arrived with him at the very extravagant party it looked way to fancy to be a simple business party it looked like your fears would come true. You where afraid of the announcement of Jumins engagement how would he react to it if his father would tell it to the whole world in all public?

Your heart was pounding. Jumin introduced you to his father who was pleased to meet you but he did not like the fact that Jumin brought you to this party. He wanted Jumin to meet the woman who he had chosen once again even when Jumin always disagreed on it. His father had invited her too and it was the exact kind of woman that Jumin disliked. She was like all these people that you knew too good yourself. It made you mad that Jumin was suppose to marry that kind of woman. Just for her money too it was terrible. You where sighing lightly at the woman her presence took your energy away. You just wanted to get out of the awkward situation.

You excused yourself to the bathroom. You hated this whole situation so much why couldn´t you just tell Sr. Han that if he is looking for someone with money he could just let you marry Jumin too. You could at least make him happy. You where quietly scolding yourself for being that weak.

If you only could tell Jumin the truth then this whole situation could had been avoided. No that was really not the right thing to focus on. You where sighing and prepared yourself mentally for the next round.

When you looked up you saw Jumin right in front of you. You panicked , did he heard what you where just saying ? You where praying that he did not. “You really should tell me the truth I thought you trust me by now.” Jumin looked really sad. “I do I really wanted to tell you  but if I do then I will have to leave…”You where looking down to the ground. “If it´s about your father I´m already aware of that situation.” Jumin looked at you and you where really surprised. “You knew … but how and since when ?” You could not believe your ears. “707 found it out right after you joined I found it out after the first party. 707 told us all to keep quiet so we would not loose you.” Jumin sounded extremely calm. How could he be that calm about the truth that you kept hidden for so long ? “So all of you knew this the entire time ? But why are you telling me that now ?” You where more then confused. “As I said we not wanted to risk that we loose you or that we destroy your future by forcing you to stay.” Jumin came closer to you and you felt your heart was pounding. “And the reason why I tell you this now is because it does not matter  to me I really love you for who you are I never cared about the money that your family has.” Jumin looked deep into your eyes and you where blushing. “I love you too Jumin and I am sorry that I not told you this earlier.” You still felt extremely guilty about this. “I know you wanted to tell me this you where trying it a few times  when I recall it right.” Jumin was smiling slightly. You where nodding and it was really embarrassing. “You don´t need to worry about this woman either I told my father that I already choose who I marry and that is of course you. I know you might need some time to think about it and this is not the proper place to do so but I will diffidently marry you no matter what.”  Jumin left that statement and then turned around and walked back to the party before you could give him any replay.

End note : This turned into a very cliche romance movie or soap opera so its still Jumins route.

That is how you get someone to marry you the Han way -!

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b-is-always-for-blu  asked:

Hi! I love your Trans hc for Gamzee, and I know requests are closed right now, but I wanted to say that your drawings of him are honestly amazing and are my favorite to look at. They make me feel so happy inside and I don't really know why!

aaaaa gosh thank you so much!! :’0 <3<3 im really glad you like my gamzee drawings,,

heres a quick 1 i made bc i wanted to draw this HC again anyway :’^)


I love your blog and your stories!!! They’re so great!! I have never requested anything before😅😅so this is a little AWKS…but could you write a scenario where Junior is teaching you some of his choreo and then things take a shift and you end up teaching him samba- and something like swaying of your curls and movement of your wide hips😂😂😂😂this is so weird idk what I’m saying😂😂but yea and then things maybe get smutty idk😅😅😅im so sorry!!

Ps. Im really new to tumblr and Idk if I did or even how to make this anonymous🙏🙏I hope I did, but if someway you could let me know that would be great!! Thank you so much!!! Keep writing- you’re amazing!! And again I’m so sorry for this😅😂😂

Thank you lovely for the compliments! I’m Glad you’re enjoying the blog! I don’t know much about Samba BUT how about Bachata? That I know and can do. Is that ok? Thanks for the request

“Ok, so you know more of our choreography than I thought.” Junior looked the Dominican beauty before him smiling. 

 Her light brown skin and curly 3B hair was thick. Just like her hips and thighs. She smiled at him, pushing her hair over her shoulder. Taking out her phone, she turned on music that he’d never heard before. 

Drums, keyboard, an infectious steady beat that almost commanded his feet to move. She placed her phone on the stereo, moving her hips side to side, a gentle sway that was rhythmic. Her hands tracing behind her neck, she flicked her hair. 

One foot coming out before the other, she pointed her toes, hips still swaying as she made her way towards him. “How about I show you something?” She grinned at him, holding her hands out for him to take them. 

 “And this is?” Junior stood there, watching not her face, but her body. 

“Bachata. Ven a bailar conmigo.” She grabbed his hands. “It’s simple.” 

 Junior watched her feet. It was a four count and a tap. Back and forth, hips constantly swaying to the beat. “A native dance?” 

 “Yes. My mother is from the Bronx, a borough of New York, but my father is straight from the D.R. dancing like this at family parties is a must. Sometimes, though between husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend. It gets personal.” Her eyes hooded as she spoke. 

 “I’m interested.” Junior smiled. He was used to being shown how to dance but this was different. The fast pace and synthetic sound of kpop was nothing compared to the rich history and culture that was Bachata. 

 “It’s a four count. 1,2,3 tap and then 5,6,7 tap. Now you hold my hand. The other on my waist, I put mine on your shoulder. Start with the same foot. 1,2,3 tap and 5,6,7 tap.” She watched his feet as he began to get the rhythm, moving as she did. “Bueno. Now we can kick it up. Move forward then back. Same count. Same tap.” 

She nodded at him and counted out the pace as he moved her around. Junior’s hand squeezed on her waist, she was no longer looking at their feet but into his eyes, as the song continued and they swayed around the room. 

JYP was empty at this time, just the two of them, the mirrors echoing their moves, the music and the light tapping on the wooden floor. It was quiet, their gentle breathing as they continued to part then come together. Junior was a fast learner. He moved like a pro, gliding across the floor. He even managed to keep the beat and dip her, spinning her body back into his. 

Her butt against his pelvis she swayed her hips into him. “Want to learn the modern version?”

 She moved away from him, bending over at her phone. 

 Junior caught his breath, licking his lips. “Sure. This dance seems highly sexual.” 

 She snapped her head towards him. “Not sexual. Intimate. Romantic. We Latinas are known to be fiery and passionate. The dance mimics our nature.” 

 A man’s light voice came on the speakers singing in Spanish. Junior nodded his head to it. “What’s this song?” 

 “Prince Royce. Corazon Sin Cara. Heart without face. He’s talking about the woman is self conscious, but he doesn’t care what she looks like. He wants her because the heart doesn’t have a face.” 

 Junior grabbed her hand, assuming the position. She pulled him in closer, one of her legs on the inside of his. She began to dance, grinding against him as they moved. Pressed together. Junior spun her body, his hands on her hips, her ass pressed against him, they swayed to the beat. 

 There was something intoxicating about the sound. Something enticing about the way she smelled, her lips moving as she sung the words. Her body so close to his. 

Junior’s lips pressed her neck, his fingers pressing into the exposed flesh of her sides. She pressed her body into his, one arm snaking around his neck, she moved his other along her stomach. 1,2,3 tap their toes pointing out 5,6,7 tap a spin and she was facing him again. 

 1,2,3 tap he moved her backwards, staying in place they danced 5,6,7 tap. His mouth moved towards her, his hands in her hair Junior pressed her against the wall. She placed her hands on his chest feelings his body under the thin shirt he wore. 

Junior lifted her leg, his pelvis flush against her to feel the bulge that steadily grew in his pants. His lips on her neck, he kissed the flesh there. “Stop me if you don’t want it.” His hands on the buttons of her jeans. 

 “No tengo ropa interior puesta.” She whispered in his ear. Junior looked at her, confused as he didn’t speak Spanish. She smiled at him. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” 

 His fire ignited, Jinyoung pulled her pants down. His mouth on hers, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His hand between her legs she groaned as he touched her. Two fingers pressing inside her, his thumb on her nub he rubbed her. 

Slowly, she moved her feet out of her pants. Her own hands unzipping his jeans. Hands inside, she stroked the soft skin of his hard member. Junior bit down on her lip, his tongue wiping away the pain, he lifted her leg on his hip. 

He secured her hands above her head. “Hold onto me.” She nodded, as he maneuvered himself inside of her. 

Her wetness causing him to slip out before he thrusted inside of her. She was tight, deliciously so and he gasped loudly, his forehead against hers as he waited for her to adjust to him. 

 “Move, God please.” She moaned, fingers stretching as he held her wrists. 

Junior pumped in and out of her. Another song on now, he jerked his hips to the beat of the music. 1,2,3 teasing thrusts and on four he slid home all the way inside. She opened her mouth, moaning loud. 

 “You’re a tease. I can do it too.” He whispered against her mouth.

 Letting her hands go, she put them around his neck. Junior pulled her other leg on his waist, holding her ass in his hands he held her against the wall pumping inside of her. 

 She whimpered, teeth finding purchase on his shoulder, as he breathed against her skin.

 “Ay Papi, mas duro. I’m gonna come.” She squealed out.

 He knew what that meant. Harder. Closing his eyes, Junior gave her what he could, listening to her ragged breaths becomes pleas and groans as she came, milking his length with her convulsing walls. 

 As she walked over to get her phone, Junior came up behind her, his fingers finding hers. He let his fingers get lost in her curls. “Any more dances to show me?”

Originally posted by pedonoonaswag

anonymous asked:

Hey, your art is really great + an inspiration to me!!

hey thank you so much! im sorry i havent been drawing much lately 3: but im glad its been motivating you to make more of your own art!!

school is really squeezing all the free time and energy out of me. luckily though its a long weekend so im gonna work on a request and then, maybe, post a thousand follower giveaway??? depends on how much i like how the request comes out

but yeah! stay tuned????

anonymous asked:

i was wondering if you could do any more bf yugyeom texts when you get the time? i've got rly bad anxiety that i battle w and for some reason when i read your bc yugyeom texts it makes me calmer idk if that makes sense but yeah ok thank you so much precious bee 🐝💜

hey anon!! i know its taken me awhile to fufill this request but thank you so much for enjoying my texts so much, i dont know how they could been such a help to you but im so glad they did,, ahh i really hope you enjoy the set of texts i just did and i really hope you like them ahh look at u calling me a precious bee ahhh im getting flustered but thank you!! you can find the new bf yugyeom texts here! thanks anon, youre so sweet and i hope youre day goes good!!💛💛💛

Originally posted by taecula

TFW Preference: Tending to your wounds after a hunt

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, being hostage?, maybe a curse word somewhere


Originally posted by bottomsquall

Sam was always quiet when he patched you up. Someone had to be strong for you and make sure you didn’t go into panic.

He hated knowing the filth of a monster’s hands were on you to cause you this much harm. He hated knowing that your blood was brought to the surface and bruises formed on your perfect soft skin. He especially hated knowing that you were strong, very capable of taking care of yourself, and that he was himself for you too but failed miserably tonight.

Tears had dried on your cheeks and you only sniffled slightly as he stitched the small but deep cut on your hip. The monster had thrown you like a rag doll and into the weak wall of the building. When Dean killed the damned thing as Sam ran toward you, you were rigid, the breath having been knocked out of your lungs sharply on impact. You were in shock for a moment and brought out to reality by him cradling your head carefully.

You cried that it hurt deep everywhere even as he carried and held you to the Impala. And he hushed you with little kisses to your forehead and cheeks, whispering honestly that you were going to be okay and that he was going to make you feel better.

“Does it still hurt, baby?” Sam asked you, tying the last of the stitches. You were quieter now, a cute little pout forming on your lips at his question.

“Only a little,” you answered bravely with a small smile.


Originally posted by savingchesters

You were out of his sight for the longest five minutes of his life. The fucking monster had taken you and locked himself in the house to hold you hostage. He heard you yelling, calling out to him to find a way to break into the house. And when he did, finding you clutching your arm and a scratch on your temple, all he saw was red. He swore death, cursing the wretched evil being for laying a single finger on you as he got back up to find the thing trying to escape through a back door. It didn’t make it far.

Long story short and back to the safety of the motel room, Dean sat you gently on a chair and brought out the first aid kit. He pulled up the other chair to be close and work on your arm and bloodied temple. And as he wiped away the blood with a sterile cloth, he told you how good you were on the hunt. You had expected him to scold you, tell you that it was stupid to get ahead, but he didn’t do any of that. There was no point to start yelling and get angry when you were almost taken away from him tonight.

“You stayed focused, didn’t panic, quickly came up with a solution when I couldn’t, so I’m proud of you,” he sighed, squeezing your hand. “Let’s just make sure that doesn’t happen again, okay?”



Originally posted by sunlitcas

Cas didn’t like it when you hunted alone. He much preferred it that you hunt with the Winchesters; after all, hunting in pairs was much more logical in his opinion. This occasion wasn’t any different.

He sensed your longing for him, whether you knew it consciously or from the back of your mind, it didn’t matter. And when he sensed pain, he immediately made his presence known in your room with a flutter of wings. The first thing he laid his eyes on was your form sitting at the edge of the sink, your own hands stitching your side and shirt pulled up.

You had grown accustomed to his random magical appearances and so didn’t jump in surprise when Cas always abruptly asked what happened. Every single time, you replied with a ‘nothing much’ and pulled yourself together. Literally.

When Cas healed you, he didn’t touch two fingers to your forehead like he did with Sam and Dean. No, he would touch with his whole palm over whatever needed healing and let you feel the tingling warmth of his grace spread like microscopic vines through the cells of your entire being.

And each time he healed you, he loved the kiss on the lips he’d get in return.

A/N: I’m still taking preference requests! I can do some of other characters of spn too. @the-mrs-deanwinchester 

anonymous asked:

im so glad you reblogged some of those requests because i really really loved the all might + aizawa one and the frazel one thank you thank you thank you i really love you and your writing?? okay bye

ayyyy i got u anon!!

idk what the heck timezones are (and i start feeling antsy when i’m not putting out new content, yikes) so i’ll be occasionally bumping these short pieces; it makes me really happy to know you like them, since often these requests i fill in such a short time i don’t really get to read it over—so now i go back, and i’m like, i wrote this????? what????

anyway, thank you for sending this sweet message (: i hope you’ll continue to like what i write in the future!! have a wonderful weekend~~