they got us to the top spot

exo as the types of people you see at the gym

xiumin: 

• very serious about the gym

• has two drink bottles: protein shake in one and water in the other

• sweats very easily and a lot 

• everyone admires him, he’s a favourite at the gym

• makes burpees look easy

• coaches others sometimes

CrossFitter

suho: 

• wears the top brands of sportswear

• squats for days

• gives encouragement to everyone around him

• starts a conversation each time he’s on the treadmill with the person next to him

• tried lifting more than he was capable to, got stuck under the bar. Very embarrassed when two other people had to help him out.

• enjoys the steam room

• muscles are always very sore the next day (always overdoes it)

yixing: 

• forgot his earphones 

• forgot his towels

• helps spot for other people

• irritated when people don’t put the equipment back in its original place

• assists the new gym members in using the equipment

• cleans up the area he used to its original appearance before leaving

checks himself out in the change room mirror

chanyeol:

• tank top, shorts + 1L water bottle

• focuses more on weights than anything else

• forgets leg day

• hogs the weights by exercising in front of the weight rack

• dropped a dumbbell on his foot

• grunts + yells when lifting weights or doing pull ups

• does bicep curls in front of a mirror. Counts out loud

baekhyun: 

• reluctant to come to the gym

• but he doesn’t want to waste his gym membership that he spent money on

• places a muffin in the water bottle holder on the running machines

• spends more time on his phone whilst he hogs a machine

• social butterfly

• uses equipment, doesn’t put it back properly

• once he breaks a sweat, he’s done. Flexes and takes a photo for instagram before he leaves. #sunsoutgunsout  #nopainnogain #newyearnewme

chen:

• arrives to the gym with his squad

• multiple workout playlists ready on his phone that’s on his armband

• sings as he workouts 

• makes pull ups look easy

• starts dancing on the treadmill sometimes

• fell once when he accidentally increased the speed of the treadmill too much

• takes a picture with his friends before leaving the gym #squadgoals

kyungsoo:

• does his own thing, very quiet and minds his own business

• shy about his body, wears long sleeved t shirts plus trackies

• overheats when working out. Takes many breaks to cool down

• prefers pilates + yoga

• interested in trying new equipment/machines. Too shy to ask how

• gets flustered when people compliment him and gives him encouragements

• thanks all the trainers before leaving

kai:

• “can my dogs come into the gym? it’s hot outside”

• shows up wearing jeans???

• attends many zumba classes

• became an assistant coach for his zumba classes

• lays down for a rest between each workout. falls asleep sometimes

• most of his exercise comes from walking/running with his dogs to the gym 

• “I exercised today, I will treat myself”. Eats 30 chicken nuggets at KFC

sehun:

• didn’t come at his own will, he accompanies his friends as a gym buddy

• distracts his friends by mocking them and taking selfies with them for his snapchat/instagram story

• plays with the equipment/machines since he doesn’t know how to use them

• secretly judges everyone at the gym. checks out the girls though

• brought snacks to eat 

• on his phone for most of the time, occasionally gives encouragement to his buddies

• banned from two gyms in town already

3

Pidge: somehow their awkwardness is so endearing on a whole that it blows everyone else out of the water.
Shiro: you just sound bitter cause the mysterious Katie used to hold top-spot on the fan base level.
Pidge: not complaining. For all we know they got fanfiction about those two.
Allura: maybe… we should do a dramatic reading?
Pidge+Shiro: Please no.

anonymous asked:

Ok so imagine in the spn world there's a "french men of letters" any headcanons as a french xD ?

Hi anon ^^

I LOVE YOUR QUESTION!! OMG, I’m gonna have so much fin with this one xD Ok, let’s go!

1) Richelieu founded the French Men of Letters in 1635, the same year as the Académie Française (French Academy). They were the biggest and best well kept secret of the French kingdom, then of the French Republic. They work on their own, have “carte blanche” but secretly receive money from the French government because they are useful to the nation. They never appear on any register though.

2) Working during the French Revolution was a pain in the ass but things got better with Napoleon who gave The Men of Letters an unlimited funding after his troops were attacked by a bunch of demons in 1804.

3) Gustave Eiffel was a Man of Letters and so were the Chevalier d’Eon, Marie Curie (poor Pierre never knew about his wife’s activities), Madame Yvonne de Gaulle (wife of General de Gaulle) even if they all denied these allegations.

4) The top of the Eiffel Tower (built by Gustave Eiffel, what a coincidence…) is an observation post that is used by the MOL to spot any suspect/paranormal activity happening in the French capital city. The top of Notre-Dame de la Garde, a famous church in Marseille, is also an observation spot.

5) Rumors says that The MOL’s HQ is located in an abandoned subway station on Line 10 of the Paris subway, Mabillon, or in the complex network of underground tunnels right below the Paris Opéra.

6) The Phantom of the Opera wasn’t a legend. The French Men of Letters helped hunters to catch him in 1881. Gaston Leroux, the son of a hunter, wrote the whole story in 1910, inspired by the stories told by his dad.

7) Only a few members of the organization know about the location of a gate of hell, somewhere on the French territory. In 1999, the gate of hell was almost opened but the MOL prevented the worse. The brief opening “only” caused a series of cyclones over the country.

8) The Cafés are the biggest information network of the French Men of Letters. They are their eyes and ears and the French “garçons” are the best informants you could hope for. The Cafés being replaced by Starbucks coffees and hipsters bars are currently a big problem.

9) The French MOL stopped the big vampire invasion of 1992. You’ve never heard about it? It’s normal, it’s because they stopped it, silly.

10) The Parisians Men of Letters are hated by the rest of the French Men of Letters because the Paris Division is just a bunch of “pretentious assholes” but the Paris Division doesn’t care because they despise the other Men of Letters anyway. They are better than the others and they know it. Please. The rivalry was temporarily set aside during the previously mentioned 1992 vampire invasion because they had to collaborate on this big problem.

11) At 12:00, everybody stops their work/hunt/whatever because it’s lunch. We are not savages.

12) The Parisian MOL are often late to MOL meetings because the local trains are always late and because the traffic on the Périphérique (a belt highway around Paris) is just terrible.

13) The MOL are on strike at least twice a year because “we can’t work in these conditions!! I mean, look at the Brits and all the stuff they have!! It’s an absolute scandal!!”. These strikes granted, among other things, a new Nespresso coffee machine, a high speed internet connection in MOL’s bunkers around the country, two weeks of paid vacations, a grenade launcher per employee and new silver bullets.

14) In July 2006, the French MOL briefly stopped their diplomatic relations with the Italian Men of Letters after the World Cup Finale because of the Zidane/Materazzi incident . It was Materazzi’s fault anyway, a position that wasn’t shared by the Italian branch, hence a brief cold in the relation that was put to an end in early August of the same year when a bunch of demons were causing troubles at the French-Italian border.

15) The vault of the French Men of Letters contains object such as a possessed apple, the one that terrified Annecy in 1585, the armor of Joan of Arc, a letter by Victor Hugo to a newspaper revealing the existence of the Men of letters and that was intercepted just in time (nice try Vic), the body of a Korrigan and of the Beast of Gévaudan, a gun by Casimir Lefaucheux, french gunsmith, that has the same property as The Colt (unfortunately, there is no more bullet left). Not to forget the body of the shape shifter that briefly replaced Marie-Antoinette in 1782.

16) They heard about the Winchesters but thank fuck, the elder one is afraid of flying and will never come to France. The last thing the MOL needs are these guys in the streets of Paris or Lyon (we have enough problems, thank you very much). There’s no space to park the Impala anyway.

I think we are gonna stop there! Thanks again xD

Feel Good, Baby?

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Shower sex. Yep. Fluffy ending :))

WARNING: SMUT


“Shit. No, go back to sleep babe.” In a daze, I heard Shawn’s voice after having been pulled from sleep by the sound of a guitar falling onto carpet, the strings singing softly. I squinted against the morning sun as I propped myself up on my forearms to see Shawn in his boxers, holding a guitar and looking at my guiltily.

“Is your guitar okay?” I asked sleepily. Shawn did a quick once over of his guitar before turning to me again. 

 "Why is your first instinct to worry about my guitar? We spend too much time together. It’s ok, baby, go back to sleep.“ Shawn whispered, setting the guitar against the wall and running a hand through his hair. His movements were jittery and nervous, making me sit up further in concern. 

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Princess (m)

•  words: 5.1k
•  genre: college au, smut
•  pairing: chanyeol x reader (ft sehun)
•  a/n: ok this is my first ever fic so please bare with me, i’m more of a editor than a writer tbh lmao. it might become a series so if you like it please like and comment~

Originally posted by chanshine

You dreaded at the thought of your project deadline being moved a week earlier. You only had two more weeks to get the project finished and thinking about it just made you anxious.

It was a Thursday morning and you weren’t in the best of moods, the stress was now taking over you, meaning that you had hardly got any sleep last night which made you wake up later than usual forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your first lecture of the day. On the way, you grabbed a coffee and somehow made it to class. The project room was on the other side of the campus, but the coffee played a huge part in keeping you active. You take a seat at the left side of the room which was by the door.

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My Sweetheart

REQUEST: ohh my god i fell in love with your last imagine where harry proposes! i just wanted to ask if you could write a very fluffy imagine with cuddles on couch while watching movies or idk, just soo much fluff?? i love youu

REQUEST: Hi! I am just a fan of your fics, I have read every single one of them and I am craving for more. Can you pretty please write a fluffy fluffmaster with a cuddly Harry? Thanks, and love youuu!


Combined these two. Inspiration struck tonight. Hope you enjoy. :) xo


When you opened your eyes that morning, you were shocked to find that Harry was still in bed with you.

For the past week or so he’d been so busy that he had to wake up at the most ungodly hour of the morning. Every time his alarm would go off way too early, and each time he would shut it off with a groan only to roll over and slip his arms around your body, hugging you to his chest and tangling his legs with yours so he could cling to you like a koala. You grumbled and groaned and pretended to be more asleep than you were, but you secretly enjoyed that the first thing he did was to reach for you. Eventually he would get up and get his day started, always leaving a kiss on your lips before slipping out the front door.

You and Harry had been dating for several months now; it had gotten to the point where you spent most nights (and days) at his place. You had your own drawer and everything. The both of you had gotten used to life together, and you missed him dearly when he was away, so the past week had been hard on the both of you. But you knew that he was doing something that was important to him, and you could never ask him to give that up in any capacity.

That morning when you woke up it was 10:00 a.m., and he was still there. It immediately brought a feeling of warmth to your heart, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up and look forward to having him for the entire day. It felt like it had been so long since you’d truly spent time together, other than small chit chat and a kiss here and there. You missed him. 

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Valentine’s Special - Cole Smut

Request:  Can I please have a Cole Sprouse smut?

Warnings: smut, mild language

Notes: Thank you to anon, for the 1st request :) Also, sorry this took longer to post than I though.. School got in the way 🙄
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*YOUR P.O.V*

I was in the process of preparing dinner for Cole and I for Valentine’s Day, when suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist. I tensed up but eased after I knew it was Cole.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful”, Cole smiled into my neck. I turned around from the stove and hugged him, noticing the big banquet of roses behind me.

“Cole! They’re beautiful”, I exclaimed in awe, walking over and smelling them. Cole stood behind me, laughing at me before turning me around and kissing me deeply and passionately. I break away and resume my cooking.

Originally posted by kylogue

–After Dinner– 

Cole and I washed the dishes and watched ‘The Proposal’ afterwards.

After the movie, Cole leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a while before it turned into a heated make out session, which resulted me straddling him on the couch.

I grinded my hips softly onto his and bit his bottom lip. Cole let out a frustrated sigh. I grinded harder and Cole grabbed the back of my thighs and stood up, walking toward the bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed and attacked my neck with kisses, smiling slightly once he found my sweet spot. I buck my hips up and Cole moaned in response. His fingers slipped up my shirt and take it off, throwing it somewhere across the room. Cole got off me and stood at the end of the bed, taking off his shirt and pants, before crawling back and hovering over me again.

He kisses my neck again, going down and sucking my collar bone. He continues to kiss his way down to my panties, stopping at the hem. Cole smirks at me, before proceeding to tease me by kissing my inner thighs, not daring to touch me when I most need him.

“Cole please”, I beg in desperation, my hands twisting into the sheets, clenching them harder, turning my knuckles white.

“Patience, baby”, he chuckles and takes off my panties. He kisses my clit softly then teases once again, by kitty-licking my clit. I whimper and my hands reached down and tangled themselves in his hair. 

“Cole”, I continue to whimper. He hums, causing vibrations to which I moan loudly. Cole suddenly pumps his index and middle finger in me. I moan loudly again and raise my hip up. Cole’s arms wrap around my hips to hold me down as he begins to completely devour me. With his tongue not missing one spot and his fingers hitting all the right places, I completely come undone and moan out curses and his name occasionally. 

“Fuck, Cole”, I whimper as the knot in my stomach begins to tighten. Cole got the message and began pumping his fingers and sucking harder on my clit. I came with a shriek of his name followed by a string of curses. He finished licking up all my juices before hovering over me again, and planting a passionate kiss on my lips.

“My turn”, I smirk at him, before rolling us over, so I was on top. I kiss his neck, marking my territory. As I do so, my hands traveled down to his boxers and palmed him. 

“Y/n”, he whined. I pulled away from his neck and slid down the bed to take off his boxers.

“Now look who’s desperate. It’s not nice teasing, now is it?”, I wink. Cole sighs in frustration to which I laugh at. I reach over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom, opening the packet and slipping it on him, before continuing to tease him slightly by running my fingers up and down his hard length. Cole groans and bucks his hips up.
 I straddle him and grind up against his hard length, causing us both to sigh in desperation. I reach down and grab ahold of his length and lining it up with my wet entrance, before slowly pushing myself down. I bounce slowly, allowing myself to adjust to his size. 

“Faster, baby”, Cole whimpered. I went even slower, to tease him.

“Fucking hell”, he sighs and flips us over. He begins pounding into me at a fast and hard pace.  His arms were at either side of my head, holding his steady body up, and his head hung low and resting in the crook of my neck. He grunted fairly loudly with each thrust. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him a little closer, while my hands were pulling at the ends of his recently-dyed dark hair. 

“Fuck, Y/n”, Cole moans loudly. 

“I know, baby. Me too”. Cole thrusted harder and hit my g-spot. I screamed his name and came for the second time that night. Cole soon came afterwards, collapsing on my chest and we both were panting. He rolled off and disposed the condom before climbing under the sheets and pulling me into his arms, cuddling me tight. 

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Stiles- I’ll Always Want This

Request-  Hello, can I request a imagine where the reader is Scott’s human little sister (15 years) and hunter kidnap her and torture her to get information out of Scott so the whole pack tries to find her.

A/N- So I kind of did my own thing with this, but I hope you like it! Sorry I’ve been so inactive guys, I’ve been catching up on a lot of things now that I have some free time. Enjoy!

You pulled back the blinds of your living room window, watching as your brother Scott’s dirtbike disappeared down the street. The neighborhood was dark for a few brief seconds after he rounded the corner, but soon a pair of headlights was shining up your driveway.
You broke into a grin and pulled open the door, and slipped out into the warm summer air. The lights were so bright in your eyes that you couldn’t see his face when he hopped out of the car, but the familiar silhouette of the jeep told you that Stiles was there, and he was there for you.
He met you halfway after you bounded down the steps, and tugged you close to him. “Scott’s gone?”
You nodded, and his lips quirked up. Scott wasn’t there to see him lean in and press his lips to yours, but Stiles knew that if he had been, he would kill him. Especially considering the way he was kissing you, which was not church, child, or brother appropriate.
Scott knew you two had always been close, he just didn’t know exactly how close. It hadn’t been going on for a long time, and it all started after Stiles came back from the Wild Hunt, but you knew Scott would be upset either way.
Stiles wasn’t sure what it was about being forgotten that had changed his perspective, but he did know that everything was different. He was getting older and he was growing, but so were you. You were no longer just Scott’s baby sister. You were strong, and you were beautiful, and Stiles couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized how he felt before.
You had been a constant in his life ever since he met Scott, and the thought of you forgetting him had sent him into a panic, especially considering you had been with him the night he disappeared. The way you had thrown yourself into his arms when he got back was just enough to seal the deal for him, and make him realize that he didn’t have anything to lose by telling you how he felt.
There was nothing you could do but kiss him when he confessed, and while you felt the same way about each other, you both agreed that you had to keep it a secret from Scott. Your brother was protective, and Stiles was afraid that it would destroy their friendship. After everything they had been through together, you agreed that couldn’t happen.
Maybe meeting him in secret when Scott left the house was a little sneaky, but you couldn’t just tell your brother the truth. He would kill you, and then he would kill Stiles, and then none of you would be happy. It was much better-and safer-for you and Stiles to keep your relationship a secret. After all, what Scott didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
When you finally pulled away from Stiles in the driveway, he was wearing a goofy smile on his face. “So where are we going tonight?”
“I was thinking I’d surprise you,” he told you.
You smiled. “Okay, can I have a hint?”
Stiles thought for a minute. “We’ll have the place all to ourselves.”
You raised your eyebrows. “You’re not planning on taking me out to the woods and murdering me are you?”
Stiles gave a sigh of exasperation. “Y/n, come on, you’re ruining the surprise. You can’t do that.”
You rolled your eyes, and Stiles grinned. “Come on. You’re too cute to murder. Besides, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass anyway. You’d probably end up dumping my body in the woods.”
“You always say the sweetest things, Stiles.”
“Come on, Smartass,” he told you with a roll of his eyes. “I’m about to blow your mind.”
You laughed and followed him to the jeep. “We’ll see.”

You watched the trees blur past you in the darkness as you stared out the window of the jeep. Stiles gave your hand a squeeze, and you glanced back at him.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “I’m just thinking.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Just…you guys leaving, and my senior year.”
“It’s not as bad as it seems,” Stiles assured you. “I mean, at least you probably won’t have your memories erased again. Lightning never strikes twice in the same place and all that.”
You scoffed, and muttered “It does in Beacon Hills.”
Stiles gave your hand another comforting squeeze. “It’ll be alright. I know for a fact you can take care of yourself. You don’t need me.”
You looked over at him, meeting his brown eyes. “I think we’ve already agreed that I do.”
Stiles opened his mouth to reply, but a pair of headlights caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “Huh.”
“What?” you questioned, turning around in your seat.
“Just that car behind us,” he told you. “No one really comes here. Like ever.”
“Well, we’re out here,” you said, looking back through the windshield at the winding back road.
A dark car was following behind you, but it was impossible to tell the color on the dimly lit backroad. You noticed it was keeping its distance, but something about it set Stiles on edge.
“Well, yeah, but I’m surprising you with the best date ever.”
“Maybe they’re doing that too.”
“I just didn’t think many people knew about this place,” he said casually, although you could hear the suspicious undertone in his voice.
“Stiles,” you said softly. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”
He swallowed. “I know. It’s just…I just…”
“It’s hard not to be worried,” you agreed. “After everything that happened, I totally get that.”
“I’m ruining this date, aren’t I?” he asked with a frown.
“No,” you promised him. “You’re not. But I want you to know that tonight is our night. There’s no Scott, no supernatural disasters…just you and me.”
Stiles smiled softly. “I like the sound of that.”
You drove for a few more minutes, and then Stiles took a turn down an even smaller dirt road. As the jeep bounced across the dirt, that car that had been behind you continued down the road and disappeared from sight. You looked over at Stiles.
“See? They’re probably just going camping or something.”
You watched as the tension disappeared from his shoulders, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened. “Yeah.”
He drove down the road for what felt like forever, the radio crackling peacefully between you. It might have seemed strange to be comforted by the noise of a police radio, but the sound reminded you of Stiles, and every moment you had shared in the jeep. It was a sound that told you that, even if it was just for the moment, everything was okay.
Stiles finally turned the wheel and pulled to a stop of the middle of a field. It was a small clearing, and you were a little confused as to why he had just stopped in an empty field, but when you got out of the car, you gasped.
Stiles ran around the jeep, and pulled open the door for you, and as your feet hit the grass, the view alone was enough to cause your sharp intake of breath. Hundreds of stars were shining above you, clear as the light of day.
“Do you like it?” Stiles asked softly.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
“My mom used to take me out here whenever I had a bad day. We’d lay on top of the jeep, and she’d tell me all the stories of how the stars got their names.”
“Can we?” you asked thickly, glancing over at the jeep.
Stiles grinned. “Of course.”
He climbed onto the hood and held out a hand to help you up, and when you took it, he yanked you up next to him. You followed him onto the roof and he laid back, patting the spot on the metal next to him.
You carefully laid down and scooted closer, letting out a small sigh of content. Stiles wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and he smiled down at you.
“Do you know any of them?” Stiles asked, gesturing toward the sky.
“Just the big and little dippers,” you told him.
He pointed above you. “That one right there? That’s Orion’s Belt.”
“Orion? Like the Greek hunter guy?”
“Yep,” he told you. “He loved the goddess Artemis. She was this badass huntress warrior…kind of a righteous bitch too, but Orion loved her. The story says that her brother, Apollo, didn’t like that. So one day, he dares Orion that he can’t swim out to a spot in the ocean. Then he goes to Artemis, and he’s like ‘Hey, Sis, bet you can’t hit that tiny speck in the ocean.’ And she’s, like, the goddess of archery, so of course she does, but then, his body washes up onto shore and she realizes she just killed Orion.”
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “That’s terrible.”
“There are a few different versions of the story,” Stiles explained. “But they all end the same way. Artemis realizes what she’s done, and she wants to save Orion, but it’s too late. So she takes his body, and she places it with the stars…like a memorial.”
“That’s not a bad way to be remembered,” you said softly. “With the stars.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Apollo was a pretty awful brother if you ask me. I mean, if Scott found out about us, I’d rather just have him kill me to my face, you know?”
You smacked his arm. “Stiles!”
“What?” he asked.
“He wouldn’t do that,” you grumbled. “He’d probably try to kick your ass, and he’d lock me in my room forever, but I doubt he’d try to trick me into killing you. He’s not that smart.”
“He’s a lot smarter than you think,” Stiles informed you.
“Well, he hasn’t found out about us,” you pointed out.
“Yeah…but what are we gonna do when I leave?” he asked you.
“It’ll be pretty easy to keep quiet when you’re not around,” you said softly.
Stiles blinked, and swallowed harshly. “Do you wanna break up?”
“What?” you demanded, staring at him wide-eyed. “Do you?”
“No, no, no,” he said quickly. “God, Y/n, we just got started. I hate having to leave you. I hate that I won’t be here with you, but I’m gonna be halfway across the country. I just want to make sure that you still want this.”
“Stiles,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “I’ll always want this. I’ll always want you.”
You pushed yourself up on your elbows and moved toward him, and when you pressed your lips to his, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He slid his fingers up to gently cup your cheek, and you shifted closer to him, until you were practically on top of him.
Crickets chirped around you in the summer night, and there was nothing but the sound of you, and Stiles, and the woods. You remembered all the summer nights you had spent with him, most of them before you were even together. Scott was usually there, begging you to leave them alone, but Stiles never minded when you tagged alone. He called you the three musketeers.
“They didn’t have a girl,” Scott would grumble.
“They do now,” you had told him, sticking your tongue out at him.
You would have given anything just to live in of those moments again, before all of the supernatural creatures and the death. So many things had changed, and you weren’t going to lie. It scared you.
Your world has shifted so much in the past few years, and you had no doubt that it would continue to twist and turn. You liked to think you handled it in stride, granted, with a lot of tears and blood, but still. With your brother and Stiles leaving, you were going to be the oldest in the pack. You were going to be wise one, the experienced one, and it hadn’t been so long ago that you had been the youngest.
Being without Stiles to guide you scared the wits out of you, and you weren’t so sure you could handle Beacon Hills without him. You had already seen how well that had gone when the ghost riders took him away.
It might have been terrifying, but the one thing you knew was that you had Liam, Hayden and Mason to have your back. Even Malia might still be there, because she was deciding on whether or not to leave and join Braeden with her mercenary work. The more you thought about it, and the more you melted into Stiles’ arms, you began to feel like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe it was the beginning.
“Stiles,” you whispered suddenly, disconnecting your lips.
“Is everything okay?” he asked breathlessly.
You nodded. “It’s just…I want you to know I love you.”
His brown eyes went wide, and he sputtered with his words for a few seconds. “Y-you mean that?”
You took a deep breath and started to reply, but the crunch of tires on dried grass caused you to look up. Another car was pulling into the field, and in the few seconds it took you to disentangle yourself from Stiles, you realized it looked eerily similar to the car from before.
Stiles sat up on the roof next to you, and he squinted at the car. “Y/n, get in the car.”
“What?” you asked nervously. “Stiles, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I don’t like it.”
He quickly and calmly slid down from the roof, offering you a hand down. The slamming of doors made you jump, and before you could make a move for the doors, you could see two huge shapes heading toward you and Stiles.
“Stay behind me,” he whispered, holding out an arm in front of you. “Can I help you guys with something?”
Now that they were closer, you could see that there were two men, both large and muscular, walking toward the jeep.
“Yeah, actually,” one of them called, stopping in the grass. “We’re looking for someone. Someone named Scott.”
You bristled, but you said nothing. Stiles shrugged. “Uh, Scott who? That’s a pretty popular name in this town.”
“Scott McCall,” he told Stiles. “Know him?”
Stiles shook his head. “Sorry, don’t know him. I doubt he’d be out here anyway.”
“What about you?” the second man asked, looking over at you.
You shook your head. “No idea. Sorry.”
“Really?” the guy asked. “I didn’t think someone could forget their own brother that easily.”
Every muscle in Stiles’ body went taut, and a chill ran down your spine. “Scott’s not here, okay? Whatever you want from him-”
“We want her.”
You moved closer to Stiles, eyeing the men in the dark. They were both looking at you, and you guessed whatever they wanted you for wasn’t exactly pleasant.
“I can’t help you.”
The first man laughed. “I think you can, Ms. McCall.”
Stiles stepped all the way in front of you. “She said she can’t.”
The man smirked, and glanced over at you. No sooner had you wondered what he was so smug about than you were ripped off your feet with a shriek. A thick, meaty hand clamped over your mouth, and Stiles whirled around with shock on his face. His eyes widened at the third man struggling to keep a hold on you. He must have been hiding farther away and sneaked over from the trees.
You were kicking out and scratching him, trying to wriggle free, and he seemed to be shocked you were fighting so hard. It took Stiles less than a second to rip open the back door of the jeep and yank out his aluminum baseball bat. The two other men stepped forward, and Stiles swung wildly, catching on of them in the face.
Seeing him fight stirred up something inside you as well, and you brought your fingers up and swiped your nails across your captor’s face. He yelped and dropped you as you scratched his eyes, and you hit the ground with a thud. You tried to scramble forward, your fingers digging into the dirt, but he picked you back up and slammed you down.
You let out a yelp, and Stiles glanced over in worry. You felt your heart sink, and while he was distracted, one of the other men grabbed the baseball bat in his hands and brought it up to slam into his forehead. You screamed as Stiles hit the ground, blood streaming from his head.
Even after everything you had seen, you had never stopped being terrified at the sight of your friends bleeding out. You tried to crawl toward him, but the man simply dragged you up from the ground and held your arms behind you.
You struggled, your eyes still on Stiles, but soon the other two men were walking toward you. The one who had hit Stiles dropped the bat on the ground with a thump, and you flinched at the sound.
You glared up at them as they came over. The man who seemed like the leader pursed his lips.
“Sorry it had to happen like this, Y/n. It was supposed to go much smoother. We were planning on taking you from your house when your brother left, but then Romeo here showed up.”
He gestured to Stiles, and your narrowed your eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“Information,” he told you simply. “You tell us how your brother’s powers can be taken, and we leave you here so you can drive your boyfriend to the hospital. I’d be surprised if that hit hasn’t given him brain damage…unless he already had it before. He seemed pretty stupid to me.”
“This is how you’re planning to get information from me?” you finally asked weakly. “Great tactic. You’re gonna have to try again though.”
“Alright, how about this?”
You weren’t prepared for the jolt you felt when his fist met with your cheek, but you would later realize you should have been. You tasted blood as you looked back up at him, raising your eyebrows.
“You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that,” you slurred through the blood.
He raised his eyebrows, looking over at his buddies. “Did you hear that guys? She said harder.”
The second one grinned. “We can show her harder.”
He stepped forward, curling his right hand into a fist, and to your credit, you didn’t close your eyes. You did look away though, and the last thing you saw before you blacked out was Stiles, lying unconscious in the field. If you ignored all the blood, you could almost imagine that he was peacefully asleep, so that was what you did. He was the last thought on your mind when you felt that final, jarring hit, and despite the situation, it made you feel a little less terrified.

Stiles woke up with a gasp, sweat pooling on his forehead, along with one sticky, familiar substance. He held a hand to his head and squinted down at the blood on it, and that was when he noticed the bat glinting in the corner of his eye. His eyes landed in the bloody weapon, and when he pushed himself weakly to his feet, everything came back to him.
He stumbled as he took in the jeep, the field, and the stars. You had been with him. You had been behind him when they grabbed you and ripped you away from him, and he remembered your scream before the blow to his head.
He looked around the field, trying to find you, or the men, but their car was gone.
“Y/n!” he screamed. He knew it was unlikely that you were still there, but he knew he had to try anyway.
“Y/n! Y/n!”
His voice was ragged and broken, and as he stood there in the dark, the stars shining above him, he knew this was his fault. He had taken you out here, and someone had taken you.
He leaned against the jeep and pulled out his phone, knowing he would have to call Scott. He dialed his number and allowed himself a sigh of relief when his best friend picked up.
“What’s up man?”
“Scott,” he breathed. “S-something’s wrong. Where are you?”
“I’m at Liam’s,” he told him. “Why? What happened?”
“Y/n…she…someone took her.”
“What?” Scott cried. “From the house?”
“No, no we…we were outside. I took her out to look at the stars. Someone followed us into the woods. They-they took her, Scott. I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”
“Stiles,” Scott said suddenly. “Why were you with my sister?”
“I-Scott, why does it matter?” he asked. “We have to find her.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll call the others. You’re in the field, right? We’ll meet you there.”
“Yeah. Just hurry,” Stiles breathed. “I-I don’t know how long I’ve been out. She could be anywhere by now.”
“She’s my sister, Stiles,” Scott reminded him firmly. “We’ll find her.”

“How many were there?” Scott asked, staring down at Stiles as he sat on the hood of the
jeep.
“Three,” he said, wincing as Lydia pressed a piece of gauze to his head. “Two of them
came from a car, and I think one of them must have been watching from the woods, because he came up and grabbed her from behind.”
“Did they hurt her?” Scott demanded.
“I didn’t see it,” Stiles admitted. “But when I woke up up and went over there was blood on the ground. It’s probably hers.”
“It is,” Liam admitted softly, coming over with Malia in tow. “It’s hers. It’s not a lot though…so isn’t that a good thing?”
“They took her for a reason,” Stiles said bitterly. “They said they were looking for you at first, but I think they just wanted her. They were probably following us since the moment I picked her up.”
“Why was she with you?” Scott asked. “Why didn’t she tell me you two were hanging out?”
Lydia glanced down at Stiles, her green eyes cautious and knowing. “I’m going to see if I can feel anything where she was taken.”
She gestured to Malia and Liam. “Maybe the three of us can put the pieces together.”
Stiles watched as they walked away, and then glanced back at Scott, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“Stiles,” he said, accusation in his tone. “Why was my sister with you?”
Stiles swallowed and closed his eyes. “I was taking her out to look at the stars. It was supposed to be date.”
“What?” Scott demanded. “Why were you taking her on a date?”
“Because she’s my girlfriend, Scott,” Stiles said, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “She has been since I got back.”
Before he could blink, Scott was grabbing him by the throat and slamming him down onto the hood of the jeep. “You were dating my sister without telling me?! You-you did this behind my back!”
“Scott-” he choked. “It wasn’t-it wasn’t like how you’re thinking-”
“She’s my little sister!” he snarled. “And you took her out here, and now she’s gone.”
“Stop it!” Malia cried, appearing suddenly and yanking Scott away from Stiles. “This isn’t
going to help us find her. You have a right to be mad, but honestly, you’re the only one who didn’t know about it.”
“What?” Scott cried.
“It was kind of obvious,” Liam admitted. “We just thought you’d figure it out on your own.”
Scott huffed, and turned away. He didn’t look at Stiles once. “Did Lydia find anything?”
Malia shook her head. “Nothing more than we already know. Just that she’s still alive.”
Stiles moved away from the jeep. “She has to feel something. There has to be something.”
He walked over to the Banshee, who simply shook her head sadly at him. “Stiles-”
“Scream,” he ordered.
“What?”
“Lydia, please,” he begged. “I know we might not find anything, but it’s worked before. Can you please try?”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Cover your ears.”
She glanced back toward the rest of the Pack and said the same thing to them, and when she was sure they were doing it, she opened her mouth. Stiles watched painfully as the air rippled around her, and when she finally stopped, she looked around slowly.
“Do you-”
“Shh,” she shushed him, holding up her hand.
She closed her eyes, and soon the crackling of static began to fill her ears. She slowly turned around, and Stiles and the others watched as she walked back through the field toward them. Her sandals crunched in the dry grass as she made her way over to the jeep, and yanked open the door.
“Lydia, what is i-”
“Shh!” she hissed, trying desperately to understand something only she could hear. ”It’s the radio.”
She closed her eyes and leaned down toward the radio, listening as the static slowly began to morph into a sweet, familiar voice.
Let go of me, you were slurring. You sounded barely conscious, and Lydia felt nervousness fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
Look familiar? She heard another voice ask.
In her mind, you let out a weak, bitter laugh. ‘Course it’s this place. Everything that happened down here…and for years we never even knew it was here.’
The banshee static suddenly went silent, and Lydia opened her eyes. “No, no, no,” she whispered. “Come on. Come on.”
She reached forward the fumble with the channels on the radio, but all she could hear was silence. She was so close. She had heard you, and now you were gone.
“Lydia,” a voice finally said.
She looked up to see Malia placing her hand over hers, stopping her fingers from roaming over the buttons. She met the Coyote’s eyes, and she noticed a hint of regret in them.
“It’s not even on,” she said softly.
“I heard her,” Lydia said firmly, glancing over at the others. “She sounded like she might have been hurt, but she was alive.”
“What did she say?” Scott demanded. “Did she say anything about who took her? Or where she is?”
Lydia shook her head. “Not about who took her, but someone did ask if wherever they were looked familiar. And she said ‘Of course it’s this place. After everything that happened down here, and we never even knew it was here.’”
“Everything that happened here…” Scott said softly.
“In Beacon Hills?” Liam asked skeptically. “That could be anywhere. I mean, name one place here that hasn’t had some supernatural attack.”
“You can’t,” Malia stated bitterly. “So it looks like we’re back to square one.”
“Wait, wait,” Stiles spoke up suddenly. He had been gripping the door of the jeep and staring at Lydia as she listened, and he refused to believe that what she heard couldn’t help. “Were those her exact words? She said ‘everything that happened down here’?”
Lydia nodded. “She said ‘down’.”
“How many places have we almost died in that are underground?” Stiles asked.
“Well there was Malia’s coyote den,” Scott said. “The one you almost froze to death in. But I doubt they’d take her there.”
“The tunnels at Oak Creek,” Lydia suggested.
“And the tunnels under the town,” Stiles said firmly.
“The ones under the town make the most sense,” Liam offered. “I mean if you wanted to torture someone for information without anyone to hear, that would be the best place, right?”
Stiles and Scott shot a glare at him, and he swallowed nervously. “Sorry.”
“He’s got a point,” Malia pointed out. “The Dread Doctors did it.”
“But those tunnels stretch for miles,” Lydia protested. “She could be anywhere.”
“We can find her,” Stiles swore, stepping forward. “If we have to search all night, if we have to search for days, months…we’re going to find her.”
Stiles said it so firmly and with so much conviction that Scott looked over at him in shock. He met his brown eyes, but Stiles simply nodded at him.
“We’re going to find her,” he repeated softly.
“He’s right,” Scott confirmed. “Stiles, where do we start?”
Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Uh, well, I guess…I guess we would start with the closest entrance. There aren’t any around here, but there must be some sewers off the main roads.”
“We can split up,” Malia suggested. “Me, Liam and Lydia can take one way, and you two can take another. We’ll follow her scent.”
“We should probably stop at my house so I can get you something with her scent,” Scott said.
“Hold on,” Stiles, walking over to pull open the backdoor of the jeep.
He reached in and pulled out a balled up piece of fabric, and handed it over to Scott. Your brother recognized it as one of your favorite jackets.
“She, uh, she forgot it in here a couple days ago,” Stiles explained. “It should still smell like her though.”
“It does,” Malia assured him, pulling it from Scott’s hands. “It’s more than enough. Come on, guys. Let’s find her.”
She gestured to Liam and Lydia, and they followed her over to her car. Scott watched as they drove off toward the tunnels, and then he turned to Stiles. “Dude, look-”
“I’m sorry we lied to you,” Stiles interrupted. “We just didn’t know how to tell you. But,
Scott, you have to trust me when I say I never wanted anything to happen to your sister. I love her, dude. I didn’t even get the chance to tell her that either. But she told me. And…and I didn’t even get to say it back.”
“Stiles,” Scott said softly. “I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. I mean, I wish you would have told me. But I know you’d never let anything happen to her if you could help it. That gash on your head is proof. I trust you, dude. And we’re going to get my sister back.”
Stiles nodded and Scott clapped him on the back. “Let’s do it.”

“We’re gonna try this again, Y/n.”
You closed your eyes in exhaustion, but rough fingers digging into your chin caused them to flutter open. “I didn’t say we were finished here.”
“Really?” you mumbled. “Because I’m a little sick of looking at your face. Not very pleasant, y’know?”
The sharp crack of his palm across your face jarred you out of your stupor, and you glared at him. You fidgeted in the chair you were tied to, straightening up to look him in the eyes. His buddies were sitting against the wall playing cards, and here he was, beating the hell out of you.
It was true he wasn’t the most pleasant to look at, and he had a big ugly scar across his forehead. You had taken to calling him Scarface, because through your daze, it was kind of hard to keep all three men straight. You had learned they were hunters who were after your brother for some reason, but then again, who wasn’t?
“Someone tried to steal your brother’s power,” he continued. “How did they do it?”
“So many ways,” you whispered weakly. “None of them worked. I can’t help you.”
“How did they try?” Scarface demanded. “Think, Y/n.”
“Why does it matter?” you asked. “You’re not going to do it.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he told you, yanking you back by your hair.
You swallowed, nearly retching on the coppery taste of the blood in your mouth. “I’m giving you one more chance, Y/n. Your brother is a threat to a lot of good people. People who stop the monsters.”
“That’s exactly what Scott does,” you protested. “And he might be a werewolf, but people like you? You’re the real monsters.”
Scarface chuckled at you, and reached into his jacket to pull out a pocketknife. He flicked it open and crouched in front of you. “You wanna find out just how right you are?”
Exhausted and not in the mood to watch yourself being tortured, you closed your eyes. You could hear him taunting you, but you were too tired to care what he had to say. All he wanted to do was torture you, so you simply tuned out…or at least you tried to.
At the sound of yelling, you opened your eyes to find that the two other hunters had abandoned the card game and were now fighting two snarling blurs of claws and fangs. Malia and Liam were fighting them tooth and nail, and your heart swelled at the fact that they were fighting for you.
Scarface raised the knife and whirled around to you, but before he could touch you, he was knocked off his feet by an ear-splitting scream.
Lydia grinned as he slammed into the wall, and then she hurried over from the doorway.
“Lydia?” you croaked. “How? How did you know where I was?”
“I heard you,” she told you with a smile. “Don’t worry, Scott and Stiles are close.”
“Stiles,” you whispered. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll be better once he knows you’re safe.”
Scarface jumped to his feet and snatched his knife from the dirty floor, but before he could take another step, a familiar, snarling shape was storming into the room. Your eyes widened as Scott crossed the space between them in about two seconds.
You were expecting some of kind of massive fight, a lot like the boss battles in Stiles’ video games or the ones you had encountered before. Instead, this fight lasted less than a minute, if you could even call it an actual fight.
Scott stepped forward and caught the man’s arm before he could stab him, and the sickening scream of pain you heard told you your brother had just snapped his arm. He slammed him into the cement wall with a thump, and then Scarface was back on the ground, out cold.
While all this was happening, Stiles had darted into the room and gone right for you. “Y/n!” he breathed, his voice breaking when he caught sight of the blood on your face.
“I’m okay,” you tried to tell him. “I-think I’m okay.”
“God,” he whispered, pulling out a pocketknife and handing it to Lydia.
The Banshee cut your bindings, and soon you were spilling forward and into Stiles arms. He held you against his chest and you buried your head in his shoulder as he ran a hand down your back.
“I’m so sorry,” he told you. “I let them take you.”
“You didn’t,” you said in his ear. “Stiles, you tried to save me. You’re always trying to save me.”
“Yeah, well you saved me,” he said softly. “I’d die without you.”
You scoffed and pulled away to look into his eyes. “You’d be fine.”
“No,” he argued. “I wouldn’t. Y/n, what you said last night…I wanted to say it too. I just didn’t have time.”
“Stiles, you don’t have to-”
“No,” he repeated. “I love you, Y/n McCall. I’ve loved you since we were kids. It just took me way too long to realize it.”
Your eyes widened, and you looked over at Scott, who had walked over. Instead of the predicted outrage on his face, he simply smiled and gave you an encouraging nod. You mouthed ‘Thank you’ and turned back to Stiles, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight.
You sat there together on the dirty floor, wrapped in each other’s arms as Malia and Liam finally finished off the other two hunters. Everything was silent for a few brief moments, and before the chaos of reunion started, you took those few peaceful moments to lean in close and whisper in his ear.
“I love you too.”

Warmth (Lafayette x Reader)

Request: 32 and 36 with Lafayette please ? @pearltheartist

Word Count: 645 (I KNOW ITS SHORT IM SORRY)

 Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

AU: Modern

Warnings: Just fluff and mixed feelings :)

Note: I KNOW I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER AND THIS IS SHORT BUT ITS MARCH BREAK SO I”M BACK 

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Apples

Pairing: Past Sam x Jess

Word Count: 720

Prompt: Sam’s fancy shampoo

Originally posted by kyoki-tana

Sam’s just started his freshman year at Stanford and without Dad and Dean around, he’s free. Free from monsters and from the family business; free from John’s constant search for the thing that killed Mom. Free from it all, and he couldn’t be happier.

He didn’t plan on meeting anyone there. Dean always said hunters couldn’t have families, but Jess was… Jess was different. Sam was instantly attracted to Jess. She was smart and beautiful and her blonde bouncing curls always mesmerized him.

It’s not long before he’s sneaking Jess into his dorm room when Brady is gone out partying. He learns he likes to run his fingers through her silky blonde hair while kissing her, even more so when they’re just laying together, both still naked and tucked under his ugly tan sheets.

When they fall asleep, Sam’s got his nose pressed against the back of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It’s fruity, but Sam can’t quite put his finger on which fruit, not until they move in together.

Jess keeps her shampoo on the ledge of the tub, easily accessible whether she’s bathing or showering. Sam uses it sometimes too, and Jess can always tell because he puts it on top of the shower, instead of back in it’s spot. She never mentions it, but she doesn’t miss the way Sam blushes when she gets a good whiff of the appley smell.

She buys the same type every time. Same brand; same scent. It starts to run out faster and faster these days, but if Sam likes it, she’ll keep buying it. Sam wishes he took note of what the actual brand was called, or wishes he had bought it for her one of those times in all those years and months and days they spent together.

He really wishes he still had some the night she died. He wishes he could remember that smell better.

Sam goes to the store alone, sniffs mostly all the shampoos there, but none of them smell or look just right and people give him dirty looks when he stands in that aisle and just inhales their scents for hours, so he stops.

It’s a couple years down the road when Sam gets a whiff of that appley smell again. It’s in the backseat of his brothers car and she’s got blonde hair just like Jess did and he can’t help but ask after everything is said and done.

He makes Dean go to the supermarket the next day and hides the almost twelve dollar shampoo at the bottom of his basket, under disposable razor blades, shaving cream cans - both travel and full size - a travel blanket that he can use when he gets cold in the car and a couple of towels because sometimes it’s nice to have his own and someday they’ll live in a nice place.

He keeps the shampoo at the bottom of his bag, doesn’t use it for weeks, months even, until he can’t remember the smell anymore. Then, he wraps it up with his clothes, showers and spends way too long washing his hair just so he can engrave the scent into his mind for a little while.

When they do find their own place, Sam’s only on his second bottle. He keeps the fancy shampoo under the sink, behind rolls of toilet paper and the plunger wrapped up in a trash bag and the fluffy luffa that Dean bought him as a gag gift.

Sam wakes up from a nightmare one morning, drenched in his own sweat that’s cooling as the fan above him spins on the medium setting. It was about Jess and the fire. He couldn’t save her, and he got severely burned while trying.

It’s five in the morning and Sam decides that it’s okay to be up for the day. He walks himself to the bathroom, glances at the cupboard and smiles to himself.

When he pulls out the green and white bottle with the decorative apples on the side to indicate the scent, he already feels better. He opens the top and takes a good whiff, closes his eyes and lets his mind go back to Jess. Then his eyes look up to the ceiling and he whispers a quick ‘miss you’ to himself before he steps into the shower.

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Welcome Home, Baby

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam comes home from a hunt and reminds you of exactly what you missed about him.

Word Count: 1,786

Warnings: Swearing, smut, oral (both), sex, fingering, more smut

A/N: Nothing else to say really, except “Sam = unnggghhh” 

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You were startled awake by the muffled sound of Sam shuffling around your shared bedroom. You could tell by his slow and deliberate movements he was trying really hard not to wake you, so you pretended to be asleep so as not to ruin his sweet gesture, even if he was a bull in a china shop no matter how hard he tried.

You watched your tall man through your barely-opened eyes as he peeled off his shirt and hung it in the closet. Something inside you began to tingle as you watched him. It felt sexy and rebellious watching as he undressed, as if it was a private show just for you - even if he didn’t know it. 

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For You

Me a few days ago: I’m not going to write for a bit
Me after last night’s ep. of the Flash: TIME TO WRITE UNTIL MY HANDS FALL OFF
But for real, last night’s episode was so good and now I have Julian feels!!!

Title: For You
Pairing: Julian Albert x reader
Summary: Barry leaves you alone in the lab with Julian, which leads to you discovering his life story.
Word Count: 1,705
Warnings: Food mention, spoilers about the Flash episode 3x04 (obviously)

Your name: submit What is this?

             "No, Allen, you may not steal another sample from me,“ you heard Julian sneer as you walked into the lab.

           You could feel the annoyance radiating off of Julian. Barry catches your glance and rolls his eyes quickly. You smile at his frustration with Julian, vaguely amused, but break the tension by handing Barry a manila folder.

           "Don’t worry about it Julian, Barr’s working on something else,” you told him, resting your hand proudly on Barry’s shoulder.  

           Barry thanks you with a smile before shrugging your hand off gently and walking to his half of the lab. Julian pauses, eyes flickering from you to Barry before replying.

           "Well, good for him,“ Julian replied, busying himself with the papers on his desk. "Working on something useful.”

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It's best to spot-clean a plush, but you can wash it in a machine as long as it's not a top-loader. The stuffing will get all smushed and it'll be lumpy if you use one of those. If you've got a front loader you can put it in a delicates or a bra bag and wash it on gentle but if it's fuzzy the fur will never be the same. It's best to hang it up to dry, but a dryer is ok on air dry. I've had good luck with those drying bags for shoes that hook to the inside of the dryer door.

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I love You Back

Author’s note: FAHC imagine where reader is Ryan’s wife and bakes him cookies to take to work, she knows what he does and she’s alright with it. Geoff and the rest of the crew are always curious how Ryan always has some form of goody with him until maybe one of the lads see them exchanging things and they think you’re a drug dealer or something..

Pairing: Fahc Ryan Haywood x female reader

Warning: smut, the f-word (it’s Michael), the s-word, fluff, masterbation, implied rough sex..

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“When are you going to share what I bake with the rest of the crew? I make enough for a small army.” You said, a small smile on your face as you handed your husband Ryan a goodie bag filled with treats you just baked. “Maybe I don’t want to share you at all. Maybe I’ll just keep you for myself.” Ryan said with a smile before hugging you around the waist and kissing along your neck. You blushed profusely, “Ryan. Please, don’t let me make you late for work. Besides they’re always asking about me.” “They don’t know about you.” Ryan said into your neck, his words tickling you and making you giggle. “Yeah well something makes you happy and it’s not just my baking. They’re gonna find out about me eventually Ry.” You said, though you wore a smile. “Nah, you’ll be my secret forever.” He said, before kissing you on the neck again.

When Ryan got home he came into the house slowly. You could tell just from hearing how he was walking, slowly, but heavily, that he’d had a rough day. You immediately got up from bed where’d you’d been reading and went into the bathroom to start a hot bath. You slipped into your robe and nothing else, heading into the living room to find Ryan sitting on the couch, his head slung back against the couch cushions. You appeared next to him, “Come on Ry.” You said and he opened one eye to a slit to try and see you. You beckoned him with a finger and he grunted, getting up and following you into the bedroom. You took his shirt off him, splaying your hands across his chest you massaged lightly as you went down, before removing the rest of his clothes.

Once he was bare you lead him slowly into the bathroom, hands in his and once in front of the tub you slipped off your robe. Nothing was said as you got in and let the hot water envelope you like a silk cocoon. You turned in the water, and Ryan woke up enough to follow you. Once you were both in you swam around Ryan so you were behind him and brought up a canister to get his hair wet. You washed his hair for him, massaging his scalp in the process and he grunted when you pinch his bottom. “Too tired and sore.” He muttered and you smiled knowingly. “Couldn’t resist a tease Ry. You do have a nice butt.” As you massaged body wash into his back you could feel his chuckle. You finished washing him and got out.

You pulled him into the bedroom and now that he was clean and relaxed you had a plan to make him even more so. “Lay on the bed Ry, on your chest.” You said simply before you walked back in the bathroom. As tired as Ryan was he did what you asked. When you came back your robe was back on and you held a bottle of oil in your hands. You climbed up the bed and sat at his feet. You warmed some oil up on your hands and started massaging his feet. You massaged the arches, heels and toes until you got more oil and rubbed up his calves and the backs of his knees. You replenished your oil and massaged his posterior and his lower back. You slowly worked up his whole body, eventually reaching down his arms to his fingertips where he trapped your fingers in his. “Too good.” He mumbled against the sheets. “Huh?” You asked and he turned over sleepily. “You’re too good for me.” He said and reached up to touch your face. He cupped your cheek and you smiled down at him, “I love you Ry.” You said and he smiled now completely sated and pulled you down for a kiss. It was loving and gentle and when he pulled away he said, “I love you back.”

When Ryan woke up he woke up to the sweet smells emanating from the kitchen. A lazily smile grew on his lips as he realized he wouldn’t have to go in till later and he stretched. His muscles from last night instead of being sore, were pliable and soft. He chuckled as he got out of bed and got dressed. You really were too good for him. The only reason the crew didn’t know about you was for your safety and for Ryan’s. If other people knew about you they’d try and use you as a weak spot to get to Ryan and then Geoff. Ryan made his way out to the kitchen to see you dutifully baking more treats, it was almost a wonder how Ryan kept his strong figure with the amount he ate of your goodies. “Someone’s busy.” He said, a smile on his face as he watched you bake in your apron, without a bra and in your panties. You turned and smiled, “And someone finally got to sleep in.” You said and removed a pan from the oven, setting it on top of the stove to cool before you got out another cooling rack and started transferring the goods onto it.

“Thanks for last night, I needed it.” Ryan said, coming over to wrap his arms around your waist. “It’s no problem Ry. You just got back from work, it’s bound to get tiring.” You said and placed a kiss to his shoulder when you turned your head. He spun you around to kiss you properly which brought a blush to your cheeks. You looked down but Ryan brought you back up to face him. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” “And you’re always cute.” You said and stole another kiss from him before slipping gently out of his grasp so you could finish your baking. “What time do you go in later?” You asked and you set another cookie sheet down on the stove top. “Ehh, probably in a few hours.” “You stopping by the store on your way back?” “I can. What do you need?” “More sugar.” “Babe, if you get any sweeter you’re gonna melt me completely.” “Is that so?” You asked, relieving yourself of your oven mitts and your apron and stepping towards Ryan in nothing but your panties. “You saying I’m not sweet enough already?” Ryan stuttered when he saw you but quickly pulled you in for a kiss. And just like the temperature of an oven, things heated up in the kitchen.

“Dude, how come you always have cookies with you?” Michael asked as they were getting ready for a heist. “I like cookies.” Ryan said and Geoff scoffed, “Yeah we all do, but you always have them. How do you have time to go to the store?” “They’re homemade.” Ryan muttered and Gavin gasped, incredulous. “Wot! I didn’t know you baked Rye-bread.” “Maybe it’s just one of my many secrets Gav.” “Many? That means you have more. You gonna tell us Ry?” Gavin pushed and Ryan turned towards him, a crooked smile on his face, “That’s debatable Gavin. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” “Oh come off it!” Gavin laughed it off but even he didn’t think Ryan was joking completely. Needless to say Ryan did end up sharing his cookies and then went through ten whole minutes of the rest of them raving about how good they were. It was only a matter of time until they found out about you as well.

“The guys tried your baking today.” “And?” “Ugh, they thought it was awful. Must mean more for me.” You hit him playfully in the chest. “Stop that. I know they liked it. And you’ll always have my confections so don’t worry.” Ryan chuckled. “And your affections?” He asked, sounding hopeful. “Of course Ry, isn’t that why you married me?” Ryan smiled and cupped your head in his hand, causing you to blush and smile. “I love you.” You said and Ryan leant forward on the bed and kissed you. Pulling away he repeated, “I love you back.”

You were out at the store, getting your normal everyday groceries when you saw Geoff enter the store. He went over into the liquor isle and picked out an expensive looking bottle. You tried not to pay attention to him but you couldn’t help but recognize him from Ryan’s stories. You smiled and went back to your shopping. When you were in the check out Geoff appeared behind you. “Saw you looking at me earlier when I entered the store. You checking me out?” You chuckled and shook your head, scanning your items. “Just browsing.” You said and scanned a package of flour. Geoff caught your hand and you gasped, pulling back slightly. Geoff noticed this and said, “What’s wrong? You act as though I can’t touch you.” “You shouldn’t.” You replied and Geoff smirked, “Why not?” “Because I’m married.” You said and finished bagging your groceries. Geoff held up his hands. “Okay fair enough. Though if I were a little younger maybe I’d fight them for you.” At that you actually laughed, taking up your groceries and turning back to look at Geoff. “Now that, I’d pay to see.” Geoff gave you a strange look accompanied by a smile but didn’t say anything. You nodded to him and then left the store, putting your groceries in your trunk before heading back to your apartment.

“Babe? You home?” You called out as you heard the front door open and then the the familiar sound of Ryan walking into the kitchen. “Yeah, what’s up?” “Saw Geoff at the store today. Also I was thinking maybe we should get a house that way I’ll have more room to bake for you.” You said, putting the groceries away. Ryan gave you a strange look, “Wait, say that again?” “The house part? Well I was thinking-.” “(Y/N). You know which part I mean.” You looked down and then back up at Ryan, his face solemn. “It’s fine Ry, he didn’t know who I was.” “But you knew who he was? How?” “Come on, all your stories. Besides, first pace he went when he entered the store was the alcohol isle. If that doesn’t give it away what does?” “Did you talk with him?” “Yeah, in the check out. He thought I was checking him out but I told him I was married and he said if he were younger he’d fight whoever had me, in this case you, but he didn’t know that and I said I would pay to see that.” Ryan pierced his lips. “He’s gonna know something’s up. You acted like you know him.” “I do.” You said and Ryan placed his hands on your shoulders, “No, I know. But-.” “Ry, it’s okay. He doesn’t know me and I think he’d be pretty used to people recognizing him, he’s the boss of the most notorious crew in the city.” You wrapped your arms around Ryan’s shoulders, feeling how tense he was. “It’ll be fine Ry.” “Okay.” He relented and placed a kiss to your lips before he parted and said, “I’m going out, I’ll be back later.” “Okay.” You said and placed a kiss to his cheek.

“Dicks dude, there was this girl at the supermarket today.” Geoff started in when Ryan got to the penthouse. “Oh no, Geoff’s finally gone rogue, falling in love with the public.” Jack said and made a funny face. “No dude, she wasn’t like the public.” “How so?” Gavin asked and Geoff told his side of how he met you. “Well I go into the store right, to get some Whiskey.” “Go figure.” Michael said and Geoff chuckled, “And I see this chick just looking at me, or at least in my direction so I get behind her in the checkout and ask her if she was checking me out when I came in.” “She probably had to look for a trashcan after seeing you.” Michael teased, making Geoff laugh before continuing, “And she says no and that she’s married. So I told her if I were younger maybe I’d fight the lucky son of a bitch who got to have her.” “Yeah? So what makes her different Geoff. What makes this one stand out from all the rest?” “I don’t know man. It was almost like she knew me. She laughed and said she’d pay to see it. Like she’d knew I’m lose.” At this point Ryan had come into the room more and said, “Aww, did Geoff get the piss taken out of him and that’s why he thinks she’s different?” Geoff scoffed, “Knock it off cocksucker, you wish you could have seen her.” At that Ryan smiled, but only slightly, little did anyone else know he did see you. All of you, all the time.

When Ryan came home you weren’t out in the kitchen, you are in the bedroom. You didn’t hear Ryan come in and you were too unfocused to register the door opening and closing. You were on top of the sheets, fingers deft in your folds and sinking in and out of your wetness. “(Y/N)?” Your name fell on deaf ears as you got yourself off. Ryan walked into the kitchen only to not find you there, only a fresh sheet of cookies, cooling on a rack. You made slight whimpers as you held your breath, thinking only of Ryan. You came, just as he opened the door to the bedroom, getting to see you arch your back in pleasure and take out your fingers. You brought them up to your lips and lazily licked them clean. “Well, this is always a welcome sight to come home to.” He said and you were too sated to be startled. Instead you reached out your hand, waiting for him to come to you. He did, and lost his clothes in the process. You watched, dazed from your playing, as he crawled on top of you. He cupped your cheek and ground his front on your warm sex. “Always know how to get me going.” He started, “Tasting yourself on your fingers, knowing I would be there to see it. Naughty girl.” He said and ground his now hard length into your inner thigh. “What to do with naughty girls?” He mused out loud and proceeded to make your body completely useless for the rest of the night.

When you woke up you wore a smile on your face, getting up and dressed before wincing slightly. Ryan really had shaken you all night long as that band from the 70s would say. You got up and dressed, glancing over at Ryan’s empty bedside. “Early again.” You muttered and made your way out into the kitchen only to find Ryan in it instead. “Good morning sleepy head.” Ryan greeted you with, holding up a spatula as he turned pancakes on the griddle. “Did you sleep well?” You scoffed and smiled, “You know I slept well. Did you?” You asked, grabbing a seat at the table and flinching slightly. Ryan chuckled, “Something wrong?” He asked when he watched you sit down. “Only thing wrong is you won’t answer my question.” You said, pretending to be serious. Ryan tutted and came over to give you a hug. “Is someone a little sore from last night?” “Just you wait mister. Once this is over, I’ll be the one on top and you will be the one with the sore lower half.” Ryan chuckled and pulled back to check the food. You smirked and added, “For a week.” That comment got him to turn around, a dark, lidded smile in his eyes as he watched you try and get comfortable in the kitchen chairs. “Well, we’ll just have to wait a while until then. Won’t we?” You taunted him further by teasing, “Yes, it will be a while until I can recover. Make sure you have your favourite memories of me to keep you sated while I heal.” You said. Ryan pretended to pout and it was one of the cutest sights. “Please?” He asked as a question and the rest of your resolve fell. “Just make sure to pay attention to the angle of me on you.” You said and Ryan sucked in a breath. “You know for a baker, you sure know how to melt my butter.” Ryan chucked and you laughed, “Stop with the baking puns, you’re ruining it.” “Never.” Ryan said and you replied, “I love you.” Only for Ryan to say, “I love you back.”

“Come on Ry, when are we gonna meet your supplier?” Gavin whined on the couch, xbox controller held lazily in his hands. Ryan perked up, his eyebrow curious as to what he meant. “What are you talking about Gav, I don’t have a supplier.” “Denial.” Michael called in and Jeremy laughed, “Come off it Ry, you always seem to have the best cookies and you’ve been happier recently. You doin’ drugs or something?” Ryan choked on his diet coke spluttering, “Drugs? Why would you think just because I’m happy, I’m hitting up?” “Come on, it’s like you always have the munchies or something. And if I were coming down off a high I know which cookies I would want.” Michael said and Ryan said, “I thought you quit when Ray did?” “I mean yolo right?” Though the mention of Ray made Michael go quiet, until his phone chimed with a call. “You talking about me bro?” It was Ray and Michael smirked, “Yeah fucker, telling them how my dearly departed friend used to justblaze.” “I’m not dying!” “Sometimes I can still here your voice.” “Enough with that meme!” Michael chuckled and took Ray off speaker phone, walking out of the room to have more privacy. And then the banter continued on, the rest completely forgetting about Ryan’s so-called dealer.

“Hey Ry? Where are you now, I’m out and I wanted to give you some cookies. I figured you’d be out by now.” You said into your phone. “What makes you think I’m out?” You heard back and you laughed, “Please, like you aren’t still giving the crew little tastes of my amazing cooking?” “Well someone thinks highly of herself, doesn’t she?” “Please, I like myself very well thank you very much, and so do you. Besides, I saw you sneaking cookies last night, it’s like you didn’t get enough yesterday morning in your goodie bag.” “I don’t share.” He said and you blushed thinking about the other night, “Yeah you do. You can’t tell me you don’t share when you shared all of yourself with me the other night, and then some.” You heard Ryan exhale a breath, “That’s not fair, we’re getting ready to heist and here you are talking like that up in my ear.” You smiled and blew against the mouth piece, “If only that could hit your real ear.” And you knew you heard Ryan try and hold back his whimper. His ears always were sensitive. “Fine, I can meet you in five minutes. You better not be teasing a man about his cookies.” He fake threatened and you smiled, “Never.”

Soon you heard Ryan pull up in his black with green trim, Zentorno and you walked up to the passenger side window. You leant against the car when he rolled down the window and you offered him a bag that had white tissue paper against the interior walls, to keep the cookies more fresh. He smiled as he got some money out of his wallet and offered it to you. “I feel like this is a drug run, you getting me my fix.” He laughed out. “And you paying me for it. What’s this for?” You asked him and he chuckled when he said, “Play it up. Treat yourself.” You smiled and winked at him saying, “You know I will.” With that, you stepped back from the curb and tucked the money he gave you in your purse, and Ryan revved off to go back to work. Little did either of you know the lads had follow Ryan and with the little act you had done, they were now under the impression you were Ryan’s drug dealer.

They followed you for the rest of the day, though they never spoke to you once. They didn’t try and corner you, or take you or even stop you. They just watched you. Back at the penthouse late at night after Ryan left they told the rest of the Gents about it. “It’s real. We saw it.” Michael explained. “Geoff you have to believe us, it was like they really were exchanging drugs.” Jeremy put in after Michael. Geoff shook his head, “This has to be a misunderstanding.” “What’s there to misunderstand? Ryan pulled up, got handed a plastic bag with white shit in it and gave her money.” “Well, Ryan does seem to be acting differently lately, though it’s just happiness. What’s wrong with that?” Geoff asked and Gavin piped up with, “It’s bloody terrifying and different. Usually Ryan will slip in a joke about stabbing someone, now all he does is laugh.” “Or make an even more morbid joke.” Jeremy put in. “Alright, so maybe just follow this “dealer” again. See what her routine is.” Geoff said, “And don’t mention this to Ryan, if he denied it once, he’ll just deny it again and we have to figure out a way to help him before he tries something stronger and really hurts himself.”

So the lads continued to follow you throughout your day until they slipped up, and you recognized Gavin. You would be able to recognize him blind with that nose of his, and his British accent. He was peering behind a display of chips when he was knocked into from behind. You were currently doing the weekly shopping and turned when you heard a squawk of, “Micoo!” You turned to see Gavin picking himself up off the floor of the grocery store and turn to a freckled guy with burnt red hair. “Careful Micoo.” Gavin said, though was much quieter about it. You paid them no mind, trying to act like that sudden out burst hadn’t caught your attention. You paid for your groceries and drove to the police station knowing they wouldn’t follow you in there. You requested a back room to make a private phone call and then called Ryan. “Babe, I think the lads are following me.” You told him and you could almost hear him bristling, “What? Why?” “I don’t know. They were at the supermarket, hiding behind a chip rack.” “Well Lil J’s here with me and Jack so.. Are you sure it’s them?” “Yeah, I think I’m able to recognize any of them from the stories you’ve told me.” “Okay well let me call them. Where are you now?” “The police station, figured they wouldn’t follow me in.” “Why you think they’ll try something?” “Well maybe, since they don’t know who I am. Why would they be following me?” “I’m not sure. But act natural, just go home and if they try something I’ll find them.” “Okay.” You hung up your cell and pocketed it, making your way back out through the station and thanked the dude at the front desk.

You started making your way back home when you got on the road only to hit a bump and cause your tire to go flat. “Dangit.” You muttered and texted Ryan where you were before getting out to assess the damage. You heard a little motor like a mo-ped and turned to find Michael and Gavin riding up behind you on a Faggio. You ignored them and went about changing your tire. “Looks like someone’s a little flat.” Michael said and you frowned, “You better be talking about the car.” Michael just laughed, “Don’t worry babe, I was.” You visibly recoiled and tsked, “Only my husband is allowed to call me babe.” You said and Michael held up his hands. “Didn’t know you were married.” “That’s because you don’t know me. Now why are you following me?” You asked, still changing your tire. “Maybe because we found you out.” Gavin put in. You frowned, your brow furrowing, “Okay, what’d you find out?” “That you’re a drug dealer.” “That I’m a what?!” You asked, eyes wide and face incredulous. “That you deal drugs and we saw you making a deal with one of our friends and we’re just gonna tell you to stop selling to him before he hurts himself.” You stared at them, dumbfounded until you remembered back to your little charade you did with Ryan when you brought him cookies. “Don’t you think you need more evidence before you just start accusing people of dealing or doing drugs?” “Not when our friend who’s normally just creepy starts randomly laughing and it makes you wonder whether he’ll kill you.” “Right? It’s bloody weird, makes me shiver about what he’s thinking of.” That made you smirk because you did the same thing. “How do you know what your friend is thinking of is bad? Maybe he’s just remembering a good time?”

Michael and Gavin continued to look at you until Michael came back with, “I see what you’re doing. Not answering our questions, now be honest. Are you a drug dealer?” “No.” You said and Gavin answers with, “Ah ha! Drug dealer’s are never honest so that means you are one!” A blank look crossed your face and you set down your tire iron. “You just told me to be honest and when I am you don’t believe me? How biased is that question?” “How’d you know we were following you?” “Uh, this is Los Santos. Not hard to pick up on suspicious people around here.” “Leaning up against our friend’s car and offering him a bag of white stuff and getting paid for it is suspicious.” Michael sneered and you countered with, “So’s hiding behind a rack of chips.” Gavin muttered, “Crisps.” “Whatever. Now are you done interrogating me so I can finish fixing my car?” You asked and Michael crossed his arms. “Well if your not a drug dealer, then what’d you give our friend?” “I gave him cookies. And if you believe that then you know I’m not a drug dealer.” Both lads faces dropped, “What?!” Michael screeched, “You’re the master cookie maker?! Those are your cookies Ryan always has?!” You smiled, “Yeah what of it Jones?” Michael was still freaking out about how delectable the treats Ryan shares with them are yours when Gavin said, “Wait, how do you know his name?” “I can figure a lot out Gavin, especially since I know Ryan.” Michael stopped fawning over your baking to say, “But how do you know about us? We’ve never heard about you.” “That’s because she’s my wife.” You all turned to see Ryan standing there, black Zentorno pulled up behind the Faggio. “And that’s how it was supposed to stay.”

“You’re married?!” Geoff shrieked when you were all back at the penthouse. “Since when you fucker?” Michael asked and Ryan and you laughed, “Since three years now?” Geoff huffed, “Well that explains you being so happy these past few years Ry. I can’t believe I thought you’d turned to drugs.” “Geoff come on, who long have you known me? Besides, (Y/N)’s the only drug I need.” Geoff made a disgusted face saying, “I didn’t need to know that.” And Jeremy called out, “Don’t forget her cookies.” Everyone but Geoff laughed, “I can see now I would lose, even if I were younger.” He said, calling back to the conversation he had with you at the store. Ryan brought you aside, walking with you up to the roof and sitting down on one of the many chairs. “I’m glad they handled that well. Now I’m off the hook about drugs and you’re off the hook about being hidden.” Ryan looked at his feet when he said that last part and you knew he was still scared for everyone’s safety, especially yours. “It’ll be okay Ryan.” You said and held up Ryan’s face so his eyes could meet yours. “I love you.” He said and you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling away you said, “I love you back.”

Seb is Home

I usually don’t need toys to get me off but with Seb being gone for so long I’m starting to get desperate. He was supposed to be home tonight but sadly, his plane kept getting delayed and I didn’t know when he was going to be home.

I’ve already taken a cool shower to try and calm down a little bit but that didn’t do much. My hair is twisted into a bun on top of my head and I’m stark naked. Digging in my nightstand I pull out my vibrator and spreading my legs I rub the toy against my clit. Digging my heels into the mattress I moan softly as the buzzing toy hits just the right spot.

“Oh god.” I moan then closing my eyes I imagine Seb coming into the room. His blue eyes darkening as he makes quick work of his clothes. “Seb.” I moan thrusting softly against the toy I’m using. I’ve got it running a high buzz, low buzz pattern and I’m barley keeping it together. “Fuck.” I growl rolling my hips, I’m so on edge that I’m already close to cumming. “Sebastian.” I hiss drawing out his name.

“Something you need help with baby?” My legs snap together and my eyes fly open. The vibrator is the only noise in the room as I stare open mouthed at Sebastian as he leans against the doorframe. That annoyingly sexy smirk on his face.
“Get your ass over here.” I tell him, “before my vibrator does your job and gets me off.” I let out a soft moan to make my point and those blue eyes of his darken.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so.” He says crossing the room and plucking the still buzzing toy from my hand and dropping it onto the bed. He licks my already sensitive pussy and my hips fly up off of the bed causing him to laugh.

“Seb.” Hiss and he hums against my core, “I’m going to, oh fuck I’m going to cum.” I warn him with a huff.
“Please do.” He says pressing one of his fingers on my clit.
“Oh fuck.” I whine as I cum. Sebastian still sucking and licking me through my orgasm. He makes quick work of his shirt, pants and boxer-briefs. He lines his cock up with my core and thrusts into me.

His thrusts are hard and fast and I’m raising my hips to meet his thrust for thrust as our bodies pound together. Seb kisses me harshly, his mouth mashing against mine in a kiss that’s as needy as it is passionate. One of his thumbs runs across my nipple as I reach between us to rub my clit.
“Try this.” Seb says passing me my still buzzing vibrator. We usually don’t incorporate toys in our sex but why the hell not? I take the toy from him and when it hits my clit causing my core to flutter, “Fuckin’ shit babe.” He growls.
“You like that?”
“Fuck yes.” I brush the tip of the vibrator on his shaft as he continues to thrust causing us both to groan loudly. “I’m so close baby.”
“Cum. Cum for me Seb.” I whisper and with a few more thrusts he cums then pushes the vibrator against my clit causing my second orgasm to rip through me.
“God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum.” He says as I pant beneath him.
“I missed you.” I tell him as he rolls off of me.
“I missed you too. Although it was worth the wait for a welcome home like that.” He laughs kissing me gently.

“Next time text me and I’ll greet you however you want.”
“Yea?”
“Oh yes.” I smirk at him before rolling toward him and kissing his jaw. “So, round two?”

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Kiss

This is my first fanfic ever, so please be nice…





His lips were soft, smooth, and powerful. The kiss wasn’t like the one before, this kiss was different . It was almost hungry. Sebastian had pulled me out of the room, into the warm heat of summer. “Y/n, I don’t think that you know this, but I love you.” I try to comprehend what I had just heard. For 4 years he had just been my friend, sure we had kissed, but that was just a stage kiss. We had once been in a production of West Side Story and I played the Maria to his Tony. Needless to say we ended up kissing, but those kisses were pretend, they were filled with fake passion. “ I love you too,” I manage to squeak out. He smiles, his full lips curling into a sly smile.

“May I kiss you?” He mutters. Sebastian was always so careful and kind, I love how he asks for permission first. I nod my head vigorously to give my consent. He puts one hand on the nape of my neck and the other resting on my hip, and he moves toward me. I feel my breasts hit his chest, and I wonder if he notices. When his lips hit mine, it’s like nothing I’ve felt before. The passion was real this time. It started off slow and passionate, then became more powerful. His tongue flittered across my bottom lip, asking permission to enter. I open my mouth slightly and meet his tongue with mine. He moans slightly, the he pushes me back pinning me between him and the wall. He licks the back of my mouth as if I had syrup in the back of my throat that was his responsibility to clean up. I giggle a bit and he pulls back. “Y/n my beautiful girl, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he says practically in awe of the kiss we had just shared .

“You are amazing” I say breathlessly as I go in for another kiss. Our tongues are dancing when we hear the bell rings telling us to go to class. “I should get going” I mumble as I pull away from him, “But I don’t want to stop” I add. I try to kiss his neck, then he steps back “No, you’re right we need to go to class” he says and I pout. “Do you want to continue this at my house after school?” He quickly added, putting his hands back to my hips. “ I don’t think your parents would like that”, I run my hands through my hair and pout disappointedly. He leans in close and whispers in my ear “they went to visit friends in the mountains this week.”

I spend the rest of the day waiting for the last bell, I knew something amazing was going to happen.

I’m sitting in chemistry, my last class of the day. The staring contest I’m having with the clock is almost painful when the bell finally rings. Jumping out of my seat, I race to the auditorium to find Sebastian waiting by the piano.

“Are you ready to go?” He smirks. I run over to him and kiss him, trying to match his passion from earlier that day. His response was perfect. His hands flew to my hips and pulled me tight against his solid body. I move my lips down his neck as seductively as I can.

“Y/n, if you want to make out then we should leave before we ge-” he is cut off when I suck on a particular spot of skin behind his ear. A primal groan emerges from the back of this throat “What did you say,” I moan when he stops talking. “I need you,” the words pass his lips and my only response is to grind my hips into his and say “I need you too”. At those words I start to feel something poke at my thigh, and I realized the effect I had on him.

“I need you now”, I mumble against his Adam’s apple. “Y/n, I don’t want our first time to be on a piano, where anyone can walk in. I want it to be special.”

“Oh, Seb,” I sigh “You are right, let’s go.” I bend down to get my bag, I don’t remember dropping it on the floor. Being the attention getter I am, I bend down to show off my butt in his direction. I feel a hand on my back as I return to standing, I lean back into Sebastian’s arms. “Let’s go you tease” Seb chimes.

We walk out of the school hand in hand and make it to his car. I love driving with Seb, he gets this look on his face when he focuses on driving, as if he is a cat in the jungle assessing the surroundings. It is about a 15 minute drive to his house. 2 minutes in I worry that he won’t want to screw my brains out when we get to his house, so I ask “What are you going to do to me when we get there?” Sebastian looks stunned, pondering why I would ask such a question while he was driving. I pull out my phone and wait for his response. I have to text my mother as to why I won’t be home, I tell her I’m going to a friends house to study. She never questions it.

“I have no idea” Sebastian mutters. I had almost forgotten the question I just asked him. “Y/n, you know I’m a virgin, right?” I had forgotten. I lost my virginity to my sophomore year boyfriend Adam, Sebastian had never liked that boy. Sebastian was there when Adam broke up with me, Sebastian is really my best friend. He had had a girlfriend before, but he told me that they never got further than 2nd base.

“Ya know, that’s ok,” I answer as I put a hand on his thigh “I can show you.” The rest of the drive is quiet, except for my adjusting of clothes to show off my breasts.

We get to Sebastian’s house, it was in the woods a bit. He quickly motioned for me to stay put, the he jumps out of the car and goes to open my door. “Such a gentleman” I coo as I practically fall back into his arms and continue the kiss from before. Our tongues are fighting for dominance as Sebastian puts his hands on my butt. I involuntary moan into his lips. He moves his lips down my jawline and to my neck, licking and biting gently.

“Hey,” I pull away “let’s go inside.”  I raise my eyebrows and then it clicks in his head. He scoops me up and runs to the door, he sets me down to get his keys and open the door. I nibble at his earlobe as he continues to fumble with the keys. Finally he gets the door open, I breakaway and start to his bedroom. I had been to his house before, we had been friends for 4 years so it wasn’t like I hadn’t been here before. He chases me into his room, I take note of how clean his room is, it’s always tidy.

He grabs me from behind and starts at my neck again, licking as if my skin was an ice cream cone. I notice his hands on my hips, so I grab one of his belt loops with each of my hands and pull him close to my body. I can feel him getting hard against my ass, so I moan to show my interest. I turn around to face him, “I wanna sit down.” I run and jump onto the bed, motioning for him to join me. He sits on the edge of the bed, so I crawl over to him and straddle his lap. We look in each other’s eyes, and take a moment. He breaks the silence “Are you sure you don’t just want to make out?” I sigh and come up with an idea.

“I give you full consent. If I want you to stop, I will tell you. I trust you so much, I know you will do right by me” I gasped.

His eyes meet mine, he leans in and whispers “As long as you don’t mind my Star Wars bed sheets.” I can’t help but laugh. I look over his shoulder and see that he isn’t lying. From the position we are in, I can still feel his growing erection through his jeans.

I decide he is wearing too many articles of clothing, so I pull at the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms so I can get rid of the offensive piece of clothing. His chest is well toned, you can make out the shape of his abs and biceps. This is going to be good. I lay him down and start to plant kisses along the lines of his muscles. He moans my name, as if a plea for more. I only realize he has flipped us over when I feel lid lips on my neck again. His teeth graze over one spot that makes me shudder with pleasure. So he stays at that spot near my collarbone and sucks on it, most likely leaving a mark.

From this new position with him between my legs, I took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt. He got the point, and proceeded to take off his jeans. I went for his boxers when he stopped me. “You are still fully dressed!” He teased. I laugh and whisper “how about you undress me.”

He smiles, hands going to remove my tank top. I lift my arms so the top slides off my body. I look down and assess my body. I was toned, but never muscular. My breasts were a size 36DD, they looked smaller with clothes on. Sebastian gawked at them, having never seen them in this state. He smirks and goes to remove my shorts.

I look at him and decide to make a bold move. I grind myself against his member. The friction starts to make me feel even more wet than I already am. He moans when the fluid touches him through our fabrics. I thrust my tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss, and with him distracted I take off my nude bra and cast it aside. I take his hands from my hips where they always seemed to be, and I place them on top of my breasts. He squeezes lightly to test the waters. To tell him I like it I grind down onto his hard erection.

“I want to make you feel good,Y/n” he breathes “ but I have no idea how. You should show me.” He slowly starts to pull off my panties, his fingers brushing my inner thighs.

I decide to take control. Pressing my hands to his biceps, I push him down. “Let me make you feel good first, Sebastian. I want you to stay still, no touching.” He sighs in protest as I make my way down to below his belt. He moans when I nuzzle his throbbing cock through his boxers. I slide the offending garment down and his erection springs free, bumping my nose on the way up. I giggle to let him know it’s ok.

He lifts his hips so I can slide the boxers off his legs. I start by licking his thighs, making my way up to his balls. I nip at them gently, and I notice a bead of precum on his tip. I quickly make my way to the head, and slowly encase him in my wet waiting mouth. I hum as his precum hits my taste buds. The tip of my tongue slides across his sensitive slit.

“Holy FUCK!” Sebastian exclaims, bucking his hips into my mouth.

“Touch me” I gasp, pulling my head from his lower one. With this permission he slides his hands into my hair, pushing his member further into my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat.

I moan into his member at this action. He is fucking my mouth!

“Babe, I’m- I’m gonna…” He pleads. So I give him one last big suck, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him in deep. His hot seed slides down my throat, part of the big load falls from my mouth and down his still throbbing cock. I use my tongue to lap up what I missed.

“Holy shit, Y/n that was amazing!” He sighs, content from the pleasure I was giving him moments ago.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it!” I giggle. He pulls me back up for a kiss, moaning when he can taste himself on my lips. I lay on his chest kissing him for a moment before he rolls us over and whispers “your turn” into my ear.

To say it was hot watching him settle between my legs would be an understatement. His eyes were searching mine, until I realized it was because he was unsure what to do.

“Start by finding my clit” I gasp as I feel his hot breath on my burning core. He starts at the bottom and makes one long lick from there to the top. He stops at my hardened bud, knowing he’s found it when my fingers thread through his hair.

“Good!” I moan “Now start to write something, anything with your tongue there. After a while you can add some fingers.” I barely get the sentence out before he starts. Good thing I did because his ministrations had me breathless.

It wasn’t long before his actions had the coil in my stomach tightening. I squeeze my thighs together, effectively trapping him as I rode out my first orgasm of the afternoon.

He lapped up my juices, growling from my finish.

“Seba, that was great” I gasp. I glance down to see if he is ready again. He is.

“I don’t know how you did it, Y/n, but you got me from cumming to hard again in a matter of minutes. You are fucking amazing” he says crawling up to kiss me again, tasting myself on his lips.

I quickly stand up and grab my pants, after we had made out at the school i made sure to put a condom in my pants pocket. I toss the foil package to him and watch him roll the item over his thick cock.

“Come here”, he whispers. I walk over to him, swinging my hips as I go. Laying down next to him, he settles on top of me resting his weight on his forearms. I pull his face to mine with one hand while the other teases my entrance with his tip, shuddering when it hits my still sensitive clit.

He pushes into me, moaning out an “I love you” against my lips. I can feel him pick up the pace, pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust.

“Y/n, I’m not going to last long”, he grunts breathlessly. I tell him that I’m close, which is true with all the stimulation I’m getting. Sebastian is so big that it doesn’t take much longer for me to hit my second peak of the day. As my pussy clenches around him, I feel him twitching, signaling he’s close.

“Fuck , I love you so much, Y/n”, he moans as his hot cum spurts into the condom.

“I love you too, Sebastian”. He rolls off of me, then takes off the condom, moving to throw it away. When he make his way back to the bed, we crawl under the sheets, moving to cuddle.

Why does Prompto get portrayed like he's a bad boy figure?

I haven’t been able to figure this one out. I see people treat him like the “bad influence” type or “up to no good.” He isn’t either of these. He started off as a sweet, loner kid who kept to himself. Had zero confidence in himself. Had a soft spot for animals. He tried to connect with Noctis early on but didn’t go as planned. Got into shape and finally had the confidence to approach the prince and make friends with him (which by the way we all know Noctis was searching for this too as he used to wait for Prompto to show up again. And recognized him as teenagers). They hung out at arcades and shared food with each other. I don’t buy that Prompto would entice Noctis to go gaming over studies as Noctis was top of his class and Noctis probably wanted a brain break and it was his idea to go to the arcade. And if my best friend was royalty I might ask that exams be outlawed too. That’s as much as we get from Brotherhood. In the game we see he’s a jokester and laid back but nothing that screams bad boy. Even the whole skirt chaser bit…He has a crush in Cindy and momentarily wonders about Aranea but that ended quickly. Honestly I think that was about him wanting to be liked….Again his confidence issues. It’s possible he didn’t do well with girls in high school. He probably was awkward and clumsy around them and may have second guessed whether a girl was trying to use him to get to Noctis and again taking a stab at his confidence. So where is the bad boy coming from because I don’t see it??

Originally posted by ffxvsnow

Solar System: Things to Know This Week

Celebrate with us as our Opportunity rover turns 13, view art from our fans and more!

1. All Grown Up

After exceeding her 90-day mission and design parameters many times over, our plucky little rover Opportunity turns 13 years old on the Red Planet. She’s officially a teenager!

2. People’s Space

The public contributes so much wonderful art that we decided to make a place to share it. Enjoy!

3. Ready for a Close Up

Our Juno spacecraft recently got a closer look at Jupiter’s Little Red Spot. The craft’s JunoCam imager snapped this shot of Jupiter’s northern latitudes on December 2016, as the spacecraft performed a close flyby of the gas giant. The spacecraft was at an altitude of 10,300 miles above Jupiter’s cloud tops.

4. A New Test for Life on Other Planets 

A simple chemistry method could vastly enhance how scientists search for signs of life on other planets. The test uses a liquid-based technique known as capillary electrophoresis to separate a mixture of organic molecules into its components. It was designed specifically to analyze for amino acids, the structural building blocks of all life on Earth.

5. Blurring the Line Between Asteroid and Comet  

Our NEOWISE mission recently discovered some celestial objects traveling through our neighborhood, including one on the blurry line between asteroid and comet. An object called 2016 WF9 was detected by the NEOWISE project in November 2016 and it’s in an orbit that takes it on a scenic tour of our solar system. A different object, discovered by NEOWISE a month earlier, is more clearly a comet, releasing dust as it nears the sun.

Discover the full list of 10 things to know about our solar system this week HERE.

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