this is what this gif set means

Painting is just an endless cycle of “I don’t know where I’m going” and “how the fuck did I end up here?”.

Well I mean what I say and I say what I mean.
Here’s some NSFW headcanons.
Enjoy.
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Logan NSFW headcannons:

-Oh boy you better prepare yourself, you’re in for a ride.

-This man could go for hours. By the time he’s done, he’s ready for round 2.

-Dirty talking master.

-“you feel so tight darlin”
Or
-“You’re so ready for me, I can’t wait”

-Not okay with daddy kink AT ALL. He already feels old as it is, his lover calling him daddy would probably set in over the edge. Also it’s just a total mood killer for him.

-Speaking of Logan being old, he’s like what? Almost 100 now?? Pretty sure he’s had QUITE a few girls, so this man definitely knows how to work it.

-Loves to have you scratch his back. Yeah he’s going to heal immediately after you’ve torn him up, but he still likes the tinge of pain left behind.

-Yeah he’s dominant. Always likes taking over, but likes the view when you ride him.

-Probably up for a bit of bondage. Simple concepts though, like will probably buy a pair of cuffs.

-Will NOT allow you to use them on him, he bought them for you, and for you only.

-Likes the thought of spanking you, but probably nervous to use it on you. He might hurt you due to his strength.

-He likes going rough. But if it’s before a mission, it’s probably going to be love making, not just fucking.

-He has a super high sex drive. 10/10 down to fuck anywhere.

-Professor X stopped reading his mind after he accidentally saw Logan doing the diddle with you.

-But if it’s young Professor, he probably low key reads Logan’s dirty thoughts when he’s horny.

- Let’s be honest, he probably reads everyone’s dirty thoughts when he’s horny.

-Favorite place is in bed, he’s an old school type of person, plus it gives him more room to do what he wants to do.

-If you’re not close to bed, let alone home, get ready for an uncomfortable situation because he’s 10/10 gonna fuck you right then and there.

-Loves leaving hickeys where people can and can’t see them. Like your inner thigh and neck.

-You’ve tried to leave a few but it’s no use because they’re usually gone by morning.

-After its all said and done, he’s one for aftercare.

-Like simple pillow talks, will cuddle with you.

-If y'all take a shower after its all over and done with, be prepared for possible shower sex.

‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

REQUEST: Damon and reader. Where the reader is there for Damon throughout everything and he finally realized he’s in love with her!

Doppelgängers. The Originals. The race for the Cure. Heretics. Gemini Coven.

Damon Salvatore and his friends had seemed to have been through it all. Way more than what regular people would ever have to go through. But of course, they weren’t regular people. They were dead. Well, some of them.

Including you.

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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Title: Coach Negan

anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse)
Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are.
Word Count: 3,448
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)

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“I like the video overall. But it wasn’t what I pictured in my mind. When I come up with an idea for a video, I want it to be translated exactly how I see it in my mind and it just wasn’t that way. I mean, we didn’t take enough time. We didn’t prepare ourselves enough to have as much control as we wanted to, you know. I just remember walking in the day of the shoot and looking at the set because I had meetings with Sam there. I told him what I wanted, I drew pictures of it and I walked in and it wasn’t what I wanted” - Kurt Cobain on the Smells Like Teen Spirit Video

Solution: Kurt edited the video on his own at the last second, and claimed he saved the video. 

March 1, 2017

“Happy Birthday, Jen,” you whispered against his neck as he slowly stirred in the dark bedroom of your Vancouver apartment. You kissed his lips slowly as he rolled over on his back, allowing you to slid on top of him, his morning erection pressing at your bare core, already attentive and needy. 

“Hmmmmm,” Jensen moaned against your lips. “A beautiful young woman on top of me. That’s an awesome birthday present to wake up to,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him. 

“Oh it gets better, sweetheart,” you teased as you kissed down your husband’s neck, moving over his bare chest and down the grooves of his abdomen, your nails scrapping his skin lightly until you settled over his erection. 

“God I love this day,” he growled as his eyes meeting yours before he let his head fall back against the pillow, the feel of your tongue sending him into a whole new world of pleasure. 

Suddenly you were thrown back almost ten years, to the birthday that started this little birthday tradition. 

March 1, 2008

“Hey Y/F/N!” Jensen yelled as he crossed the dark room toward you with two drinks in his hand. You had just joined the Supernatural family this season, and it had been a wild one. It was season three and there had been a writer’s strike, so there wasn’t as much time spent filming which left a little more time for play. 

Like celebrating Jensen’s birthday, one of the stars of the show. You had become fast friends with him and his co-star Jared. Jensen was nine years older than you, Jared four and a half, but you were so much like them, being from the south, that you fit right in and three of you became nearly inseparable. The chemistry between the three of you had been incredible from the start. 

You chuckled at him. It was his 30th birthday, and he was already well on his way to being completely and totally sloshed. 

“Hey Jen,” you smiled. “Not exactly taking it easy are we?” you laughed, watching him sway a little as he handed you one of the drinks in his hand. 

“It’s my birthday woman!” he replied, a little loudly. “And I’m fucking thirty,” he emphasized that last word like it was some magic rite of passage that explained everything. 

“Oh thirty!” you said with an eye roll. “That some magic number Ackles?” you asked. 

“As a matter of fact, it is sweetheart,” Jensen answered, taking a drink from his glass. “But you’ve got a long time before you figure that out, youngin’” he teased. “Like what, nine years?” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“Just because I’m only 21 doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time, asshole,” you said with a wink. “You’re working on not getting the present that I got you,” you added with an evil smile. 

You caught his attention at that, and he set his drink down, leaning in closer to you, his chin on his hand as his eye lit up brightly. 

“Are you finally going to give me that kiss I’ve been begging for?” he teased with a smile. 

“Jensen Ross Ackles, I’m a lady,” you said, feigning shock by placing a hand over your heart. “I would never,” you laughed.

His eyes widened playfully as he watched you carefully. 

“But wouldn’t you? It is my birthday after all,” he retorted. 

You laughed in earnest. 

“Who gives a fuck if it’s your birthday, Ackles? My birthday was two months ago and what did I get?” you asked. “Oh yea,” you laughed, “You and Jared took me out and got me wasted and then you spent the evening holding my head up out of a toilet,” you reminded him. 

He smiled and laughed as he covered his face, embarrassed. 

“That’s an awesome gift, dude,” you said with an eye roll. “I would have preferred a kiss.” 

He watched you carefully. 

“Well, Y/N, that wasn’t exactly how I had planned that night to go. Who knew you were such a lightweight,” he teased, stepping closer to you. “Guess you learned your lesson, huh?” he said as he placed a tentative hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear you. 

“Well, then I guess your birthday present is long overdue. Even if it is my birthday. I’ll make an exception this time,” he said, his lips lowering to yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped, his lips hovering over yours. 

“I mean, if you want the present,” he teased, his nose bumping yours softly. 

You grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his lips to yours. They crashed together, sparks flying the minute the two of you connected. Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer to him, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, begging entrance. 

He slid in your mouth with ease, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. He won easily, and you moaned quietly into his mouth as your free hand reached around to play with the short hairs at the back of his head. 

Finally the two of you pulled away, breathless, both of your chests heaving. 

“That a better present?” he asked, a smiled spreading across his face, reaching his eyes and causing them to crinkle slightly. 

“Hell yeah,” you whispered as you un-clutched his shirt, smoothing it out across his chest, his muscles rippling in response to your touch. 

 He leaned close, whispering in your ear. “So what did you get me?” 

You looked him in the eye, threaded your hand with his, and led him away from the crowd, back to a private room.  

“Something you’re never gonna forget,” you smiled wildly, leading him away. 

“Holy shit,” he murmured, following you, watching your hips sway tantalizingly. “Best birthday, ever,” he growled once you were alone, and you pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. 

“You’ll never forget turning 30, Jen,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers reached for his jeans. “I can promise you that,” you added as you slid down in front of him, your hands pushing down is pants and briefs, showing him just how much you wanted him and giving him the best birthday present a man could ask for. 


Submitted by both @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @chaos-and-the-calm67 I’ve been waiting for the best moment to write this one… It seems now is the time. Hope you girls like it.

I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793

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It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.

A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X

Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.

“Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”

“It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”

You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.

“She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”

“You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.

“Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.

“Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.

“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.

“We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.

“You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”

“Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.

“Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”

“The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”

“Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.

“Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.

“No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”

“No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.

“But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”

“I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.

“You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”

“Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.

“So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.

“Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.

“Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…

“Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.

So, Tumblr thought it would be cool to eat my birthday post to my lovely friend and dark counterpart @optomisticgirl….which is actually super NOT cool. Anyway, I’m posting this a little late, but here it is! Happy day of birth, my Aries partner-in-crime! You are a lady, a scholar, and a wonderful human being.

A little classic literature and verbose Killian smut :) M-rated for certain.


“Well, that’s a long face if I’ve ever seen one,” Granny announced, leaning over the counter to snatch the empty hot chocolate mug. “What’s got you down, Sheriff?”

Lifting her frustrated eyes from the leatherbound book she’d borrowed from the library at Belle’s insistence, Emma attempted a casual smile before addressing the inquiry of the woman who owned the place. It was a rather half assed try, but what was the point in pretending all was well when it certainly was not? They’d been chasing their tails for days over how to put a stop to the Evil Queen’s most recent reign of terror, galavanting through a handful of untold stories until they landed on an author who was dreadfully familiar and the answer to all their problems - according to an odd inkling Henry had while thumbing through a newly discovered version of the storybook. If she’d known sending him with Killian to the author’s abandoned mansion in search of an alternate text would amount to her reading not one but four Shakespeare books - well, she definitely would have thought twice about needing more information.

The whole idea was starting to feel like ‘much ado about nothing’ - pun very much intended.

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The Captain and The Recruit - Part 3.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.
Warnings: Language, Sexual Tension, impure thoughts, Slow Burn.
Word Count: 1.3k

A/N:Let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.
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Okay, so if you know me at all, you know I absolutely love the character ‘Shiro’ from Voltron Legendary Defender. :-)

So of course I wanted to share a detail I noticed while watching Season 1 (again). If you haven’t seen the show, spoiler alert blah blah blah ‘I hate it when I haven’t seen a show and someone gives something away’ etc etc etc.

This moment is - just so incredible to me. Shiro’s already pushed his friend out the way and seized the weapon, but it’s in this split second where he decides to strike. You can see it in the way he sets his jaw, in the way his eyes narrow. 

This is the moment when he takes Matt’s place. He knows what the Galra want to see in the arena - a thirst for blood - and he uses that to take his friend’s place, because there is no way he is just going to stand by and watch as his friend gets killed.

I mean, wow. I could go into more detail as to why I love this character, but then I’d be here all day. :-)

Saved by an Angel

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Title: Saved by an Angel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: Oh look, a Castiel fic that I have all ready for all of you! I hope you like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

The wind blew through your hair as you sat on a bench in the park.  It was delightfully breezy and not too cold.  You had your earbuds in, listening to music as the wind tousled your hair softly.  You dipped your head as a single tear escaped your eye.  As the tear fell you felt a small rush of wind behind you.  You figured it was just the wind so you had ignored it.

You almost fell of the bench startled at the sudden figure that sat down beside you.  You had not seen him before.  You almost got the knife that you had always carried in your pocket out, but you were suddenly wrapped in this man’s arms.  You almost fought the strange man off, but you oddly felt safe.  You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.  He had on a trench coat and a suit, but his tie wasn’t on right.  You thought that it was odd, but you liked it oddly enough.

“Who are you,” you whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

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Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Chapter Two:Unexpected kiss

It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland. We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However, we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.

“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out last night with her girls.

“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.

“Aww thanks! Are you and K coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!                                                                                                                                                            

“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”

“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed and sighed.

“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows like I was disgusted.

“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.

“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way anyway”

“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.

“Find out what tonight?!”

“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.

“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.

“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.

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I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.

“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.

“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”

I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention anything.

“Sure” I replied.

In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my side and opened the door.

“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was to cross arms with him.

When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed sarcastically.

“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right? Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.

As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road and sat on a wall while he skinned up.

“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling papers from his pockets.

“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied, swaying whilst sitting on the wall.

“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders.

“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling and didn’t look up from what he was doing.

“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he didn’t see it.

“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy and I’ve never seen him like this.

I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this? For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What the fuck?!

“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set his joint down.

We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I asked and jolted my head back.

“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds. His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled.

Imagine your “friend” [ ;) ] James teasing you about being a Muggleborn



Sirius guffawed over his mug of butterbeer, watching James and Remus try to act out the way that Filch had reacted to their newest exploding dungbomb trick. It all boiled down to the fact that they’d been having a contest to see who could be more creative in their attempts to disguise ordinary things as dungbombs. Remus used a suit of armor - that did not appreciate it - and James was offended that he wasn’t admitting that the exploding fake owl was much more clever. 

You, on the other hand, were just quietly observing over the rim of your own drink. 

“At least you have the holidays to think up your retaliation, James,” you pointed out, trying to cut off his newest string of reasons he was clever. 

Peter grinned across the table at you. He was always argued down when the other boys got heated. 

“You could have a big opener in the start of term!” Peter offered. “See who’s dungbombs get more attention.” 

After a moment of silence, James and Remus seemed to approve. 

“It’s not like Moony has much of a life outsid’a school. The work over the break will last you until…. lunch?” James teased, nudging Remus. “You know, you could always come home with me and Sirius. We’re gonna hang around the house, but it’s still gonna be fun.” He quickly turned to Peter and added on “you too, Peter. Imagine all four of us over the holidays!”

It made you laugh loudly, attracting all four sets of eyes. 

“What?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Without professors breathing down your neck the four of you together is a recipe for a disaster.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” James asked, smirking at you. “So what if there’s a little bit of fire. Makes it fun, right?”

Your cheeks flushed a little bit. “Well, the only flames on my holiday are gonna be in the fireplace. Where they belong.” 

The marauders let out a chorus of groans, cut off by James. 

“You gotta remember, lads. [Y/N]’s a muggleborn. That means that their holiday is supposed to be boring.” 

Coming from someone else, namely a Slytherin, that might’ve been an insult. But the playful shine in James’s eyes made you laugh.

“My holiday is not boring. I was actually going to say that I wanted to inv-”

“How can it not be boring? You can’t even use your broomstick!” Sirius interjected. 

“All too true, Padfoot,” James agreed, looking back at you. “How are you going to have any fun if you’re stuck on the ground?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. “I was going to say that I was inviting you to visit me over the holiday, but the two of you seem better suited to staying home together,” you accused, turning to Remus and Peter. “The offer is still extended to my two real friends.” You couldn’t get through that last bit without smiling.

It seemed that Sirius took this as a challenge, but James was much more sincere. 

“Aw! Come on [Y/N]. You know we’re just fooling around. We both want to come see your house. I’ve only ever been in one muggle house!” James was leaning forward, his eyes wide. 

You hummed, smiling and leaning toward Remus. “I don’t know if I want you there, Potter. You’ve been very rude.”

“C’mon!” He groaned dramatically, clunking his mug down onto the table. “I’ll do anything to get you back. Please?”

That was the best gift he could’ve gotten you. 

“Anything?”

Castiel’s Trench Coat

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Pairing: Castiel x Reader (featuring Sam & Dean)

Word Count: 1,145

Warnings: angst/fluff, comfort

A/N: This was requested by @mycuddlycorner! I hope you guy enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was only twenty degrees outside and you were passing the lake on your way home.  Only some of the lake would be frozen.  The deeper the water was, the longer it would take for the water to freeze over.  When your friends dared you to stand in the middle of the lake, you refused.  That didn’t stop them from shoving you towards the ice.  Once your feet were on the ice, they wouldn’t let you get back onto solid ground.

“Just do it [Y/N],” Nash said.  “All you have to do is make it to the center of the lake, and then back.  No big deal.”

“Why don’t you do it then,” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Think of this as your initiation into our circle,” Nash smirked.  “Now go on, the lake is frozen.  This should be as easy as cake.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing they wouldn’t let you leave without doing what they wanted you to do.  You set your bag down on the ice so they wouldn’t run away with it.  Maybe this was just apart of high school.  Or maybe that’s what you made yourself believe.

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