turns into mush

Day 28: Magnus + kissing Alexander 

He woke on a whisper. The soft ghosting of warm air as it travelled slowly, up his legs till it got to the back of his knees and then stopped. He barely had the time to brace himself when something flicked against that dip, fast and wet and warm, and then he felt the edge of sharp teeth graze first one, and then the other.

He shivered and smiled into his pillow when that got him a chuckle against his knees and one that continued when that warm air continued ghosting, this time up his thighs.

Warm hands cupped his hips, fingers making slow circling trips over the jutting bone, unhurried and lazy, the padded thumbs rubbing in, in some spots and then becoming lighter, until those lean slightly callused fingers were making light trails over the curve of his ass.

He sighed and that got him another chuckle.

He huffed and made to turn around, only to feel a lean weight shift onto his lower legs, and then that frame was all stretched out over his back, lean lines fitting into his more compact frame, those fingers intertwining with his, and then that mouth, warm and soft and always able to make him shiver with just the slightest brush of lips was placing soft warm kisses along the line of his spine. A little kiss on the dip above his ass. A long lick up his spine, stopping when it reached the mid-point between his shoulders, and he felt those lips open slightly and then warm moist air that slowly travelled from one end of his shoulders to the other. Once. Twice.

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TASTE | M

pairing: taegi | reader

genre: smut + polyamory with taegi

word count: 2,738

request: oral with yoongi + taehyung 

description: Finals week has you stressed, so your boyfriends decide to help you out. 

cr.


“You need to relax,” One set of words whispered against the shell of your ear, the harsh husk of his voice sending a violent thudding straight through the center of your chest. You turned to face the devilish curve of his feline lips, perfectly paired with darkened eyes that insinuated everything that he was thinking of in that moment. But you didn’t even have time to contemplate a response, a response that would have without a doubt been shaky and tortured, before a second set of words appeared.  

“Yeah, let us take care of you,” Was whispered in a deep timbre at the side of your neck, so low and lustful that it caused a string of delectable vibrations to scatter across your skin. You moved almost immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes catching the way his lips transformed into a boxy-smile.

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NSFW

THE CONTEXT: I’m currently DMing for the first time and we’re totally doing a run through of the lost mines of Phandelver, We have finally made it to the red brand ruffian encounter at the sleeping Giant, my little troop decimated them but left one alive to interrogate. After getting the information they needed, my rogue decides to break their neck.

Rogue (OOC): So I’m going to snap their neck.

Me: Okay, roll a strength check I guess?

Rogue: [rolls a 1]

Me:

Me:

Me: Okay, So you gently choke him  and he jizzes in his pants.

Earlier the Rogue had received some Ale from the Sleeping Giant
Rogue: (OOC):  I roll to drink my ale 

Me: You don’t ha-

Rogue: [rolls a 1 AGAIN]

Me, rolling with it: You miss and dump the whole thing on your face, you are now covered in jizz and ale

After several minutes of my team trying and failing to put the poor sod out of his misery, (a constant array of poor rolls, all 1’s!!) the Rogue finally manages to roll a nat 20.

Me: Okay,,, You snap their neck so hard it ends up turning to mush, just a total crumpled flesh soda can. Yuck. There is now jizz, ale and blood, everywhere

Rogue: I walk into the sleeping Giant and say “Clean up on aisle porch” Mic drop.

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

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A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)


You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.

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WHAT THE RETROGRADES FEEL LIKE
  • Mercury in Retrograde: It feels like your brain has turned to mush. You can't remember how to hold a conversation. Your words and thoughts are no longer aligned with your mouth.
  • Venus in Retrograde: It feels like everything you do is wrong. You feel isolated and alone from the rest of the world. You can barely bring yourself to do your hair and makeup.
  • Mars in Retrograde: It feels like the world is passing you by. Bad things are happening, but you don't do anything about it. All of the energy you once had has been zapped.
  • Jupiter in Retrograde: It feels like everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong. You feel like the world is out to get you.
  • Saturn in Retrograde: It feels like all of your deadlines are tomorrow, but you can't seem to find a good reason to get it done. You can't take stuff seriously anymore.
  • Uranus in Retrograde: It feels like nothing matters anymore. You can't find the energy to care. You don't want things to change, you're fine with the way things are now even if they suck.
  • Neptune in Retrograde: It feels like there's no escape. You're overworked and don't get any reward. You feel like stopping, but you can't.
  • Pluto in Retrograde: It feels like the carpet has been pulled beneath your feet. Everything is in slow motion and you feel exposed, like a bug flipped on it's back.
Break Me [Draco x Reader, One]

A/N: Haha let me start off by saying I honestly don’t believe Draco would be the cheater type, but I love angst and I love Draco so ,,, Also!! Don’t know if anyone would be interested, but I’m probably going to make a separate Hamilton Imagine blog!! I love Hamilton and all the characters and all of the cast members! Anyways, enjoy!! Love you all!!

 

Word Count: 1,636

 

Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Self blame. Cursing.

 

Summary: (Name) gave everything to him, but he wasn’t willing to give back.

 

Requested: No lol im a jerk


Chapter Two / Three / Four / Five


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Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

The sight of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads. The mere thought of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads.

(Name), perhaps the most loyal, caring, and kind girl anyone would ever know somehow ended up head over heels for Draco Malfoy. She would follow him around, a sweet smile never faltering. He would look pretty content with himself, arms linked with (Name’s) own. It didn’t take much to realize that (Name) was very attractive in a dreamy, almost fantasy like way. In fact, multiple men and women had asked for her affections. She only replied with a sweet smile and a polite rejection, claiming she already had a boyfriend.

Draco was no idiot. He knew that many people wished to have his girlfriend for themselves.

At first he merely got jealous at this. How dare someone fantasize over his girlfriend?!

As days grew into weeks, and weeks grew into months, his jealousy turned into pride. She was another thing he had that many people, including Harry Potter, didn’t have.

The two started off hopelessly in love. Starry eyes and rosy cheeks were exchanged. Longing looks and sweet messages were sent back and forth.

Over time, Draco became more and more distant. However, (Name) stayed the same, remaining completely infatuated with him. Draco, from a first glance, didn’t seem to be as in love with (Name) as she was with him. 


The First Month.

 

Of course, like many couples, (Name) and Draco had a phase where nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them and their love for each other. It was almost as if they couldn’t be apart from one another or they would fall ill.

“Draco! Draco, come here!” (Name) chirped with the same giddy smile playing at her cheeks.

“Yes? (Name), what is it? Are you injured?” His voice was frantic and shaky. (Name) laughed and shook her head. “No, silly!” She spread her arms out wide. “Come here!”

Draco did so with a smile, leaning into her embrace. “What is all this about?”

“Mmm… Nothing, really. I just wanted to cuddle you. I love you, you know?” Draco chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of his beloved breathing softly into his chest. They didn’t seem to notice the dozens of students amongst them stare in disgust, envy, or even admiration.

“And I love you, (Name). Always.”


The Seventh Month.

 

While (Name) was in fact hopelessly, blindly in love, she was no idiot. She noticed when Draco avoided her affections or avoided her in general. She didn’t pay much attention to it, though. She assumed she was being clingy, and her herself was at fault. Sometimes the two would be together, a joyful smile ever present on (Name’s) face. But she noticed they only ever seemed to be affectionate around each other in front of crowds.

The thought that Draco may be using her crept in the back of her mind. He wouldn’t, would he?

No… He couldn’t. He loved her.

At least… That’s what she told herself.


The Eleventh Month.

 

It was nearing their one year anniversary. (Name) had been looking forward to this for about… Well, about a year now.

It was now their sixth year and the couple were just now growing out of the phase where they looked like they had matured, but not fully. (Name) admittedly had larger curves and had matured significantly over a single summer, and Draco had a sharper jawline, broader shoulders, and the attitude of how he described as a “true Malfoy”.


Yet (Name) still had the innocence and the happiness she held during her younger years. She had made many friends, more male friends than Draco would like to admit, due to her upbeat and kind nature.

“Draco!” She just stepped off the train and finally got to see him. She didn’t get a chance to see him on the train, either from bad luck or the fact that Draco was avoiding her.

She tried to tell herself that Draco didn’t just roll his eyes. Instead, she focused on the smile, fake, he wore.

“I’ve missed you! Oh, how was your summer, love? Tell me all about it!” Her hands gently gripped his shoulders and his hands rested on her waist, tense.

“Mhm, of course. You’ll have to excuse me, (Name).” And with only that, he left. (Name’s) smile faltered as she waved goodbye and tried to ignore the stinging feeling in her chest.

As usual, she was forced to ignore it and wander off to find her other friends.

“Don’t you think he’s a little… You know…? Neglecting?” Lyssa, one of (Name’s) friends asked. (Name) almost spat out her beverage as if what Lyssa was saying was in a whole different language. She quickly shook her head, eyes widened. “No! He’s just busy… That’s all…” But deep down (Name) knew. She knew something was wrong.

Tomorrow was it. Tomorrow was their one year anniversary.

(Name) was ecstatic. She hadn’t been this happy since Draco asked her out.

She had to refrain from running to him when she saw him eating. “Draco!” she chirped, hugging him from behind lovingly. He nudged her off with a look she couldn’t quite place on his face. “What are you doing?” he snapped. (Name) recoiled, blushing from embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry… Anyways, I just wanted to give you this!” She smiled and handed him a neatly wrapped box with a grin. He looked at her, both puzzled and annoyed. “Uh… Thanks?” At this, her face fell.

“Oh… U-Um, okay…! I’ll be… Um, off… Then…” Her voice was dejected and her heart felt like lead. As she walked away she heard one of his friends mumble, “Why do you put up with her?”

She never heard Draco’s response, but she was certain she didn’t want to.

As she walked the world turned to mush around her. She didn’t even feel it when she sat down beside her friends, for she was far too absorbed in her own thoughts.

Had she done something wrong along the way? Was she overwhelming?

Why didn’t Draco seem to love her anymore?

As if moving on its’ own, her hand clutched her heard as she almost felt it crack. No… That couldn’t be it. Draco still loved her. He had to… Right?

Her thoughts kept her occupied throughout the night. (Name) blamed herself entirely—I mean… It had to be her fault, right? It couldn’t be Draco’s fault.

As it felt as if she had just fallen asleep, she caught sight of the sunlight drifting in through the window. She heard her dorm mates shuffling around, probably getting ready.


She did the same, much to her annoyance.

(Name) walked down the corridor alone. Her friends simply weren’t there at the time and she looked like she had spent the last night doing anything but sleeping.

In her defense, that’s exactly what happened. She didn’t get a wink of sleep.

“—And he’s great in bed!” (Name) scoffed, rolling her eyes. She normally wasn’t this bitter, but the voice was very obviously targeting her intentionally. She whipped her head around to see—

“Draco…?” Draco, seeing (Name) full and clear, immediately pushed away from—Who was that? Wasn’t her name Patty? Pansy?

Draco hadn’t realized that was (Name) walking in front of him. Her hair, usually full of volume and loose, was pulled back. She wasn’t surrounded by friends as she usually was.

“What did she say, Draco? Was she talking about you?” (Name’s) voice was full of hurt, betrayal, and disgust. Pansy (Or was it Patty?) held a smirk.

“Oh, yeah! Didn’t you know?” (Name’s) eyes snapped to her.

You. You shut up. I never asked you,” she snapped. Pansy recoiled with an offended face. “I need to hear it from Draco.” (Name) looked at him. Her eyes softened seeing his face. “Draco, for once in your life, tell me the truth. After a year of this shit, I think I deserve one truth out of you.” Several people couldn’t help but stare at the girl who was normally so bright and mellow.

His throat felt as if it was closing up. He couldn’t seem to form words. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it once more.

(Name) huffed, pathetically wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “I can’t believe you!” She shoved him back with her two hands, sending him stumbling backwards a bit. She was weak at this time, both physically and emotionally. He looked at her with wide eyes, along with every other passing student. “I spend a year! A year! Giving everything I had, everything I felt, everything I was made of to you! I gave everything to you! And you can’t even muster up a couple of words to tell me if you are cheating on me?” She looked at him with vulnerable, broken eyes. They softened as she lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Draco… Just… Tell me this one thing, okay?” He gulped, suddenly aware of how many glaring eyes were on him.

“How long has this been going on?” She spat out the word ‘this’ like venom.

“About two months…” At this, (Name) ran a shaky hand through her hair and exhaled with a sob. Before she could break down, her friend tugged at her wrist and ran her to a bathroom. As she retreated, Draco could hear small and broken mumbles of “What did I do wrong? What could I have done wrong?” down the hall being emitted from her form.

All he could do was stare. All he could do was watch as he, Draco Malfoy, somehow turned someone brighter than the sun, sweeter than honey, and happier than anyone he could ever know, into nothing but a broken, empty shell of a girl.

Players accidentally set the building on fire. Most of the enemies are dead, except one stunned and one bleeding out on the floor. The hacker grabs the stunned one to try and save him from the fire.

Street Samurai: You carrying him out?

Hacker: Yeah, I’m not letting anyone else die.

Street Samurai: Okay.

Street Samurai’s Player: I go over to the guy bleeding out, stand over him, point my SMG at his face and turn his brains into mush.

Hacker: …dude

Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown

Penelope

Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.

           Baz.

           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”

 ***

           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.

 ***

           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

Paranoia | M

“Does it look like I want to be stuck with you for the rest of my life?”

Précis; Because waking up beside the one you have always despised isn’t something that you thought would ever actually happen.

Note: Since this post was eaten awhile back, I had to rewrite it..good thing my memory is A1 lol. *whispers* this is hella revamped so if you read it before..it’s 85% different | Words ➳ 11k

Genre & Warnings: Fluff, humor and minor angst. O h, & light smut. ((: {ft. Jungkook} | enemies to lovers au

➳ paranoia ; suspicion and mistrust of people or their actions without evidence and justification.


It was the tinkling of ice that rummaged within your glass of liquor that you debated whether to drink the contents and regret it the day after or to deny the free offer the bartender had given you; to try their new bottle they had promptly started to sell within the specific bar. Your eyes narrowed towards the softly fizzing contents inside your glass, scrutinizing the bubbles as they dispersed after floating about the liquid for more than a few seconds — having wasted their purpose as they popped small amounts of gas within the air. You were so entranced, giving yourself thousands of reasons why drinking at that moment shouldn’t even be debatable to notice the bartender laugh under his breath.

“It’s not going to kill you, you know.” He said, shaking a blender cup before he started to pour someone else a glass of alcohol.

You pursed your lips, glancing to your phone hoping you would receive a text back but to your dismay, you had received nothing. “It may not kill me,” you started while you softly flicked the glass with your finger as the crushed ice began to dance with one another, “but it will ruin my life.”

He hummed, resting his elbow on the counter and towards your sober state of mind, sliding the cup a little closer to you. “But it may also give you something to live for.”

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Kissing Booth: All Genders Welcome

“Well that’s something you don’t see every day,” Kayla noted as they stared at a booth in the Houston rodeo.

“I don’t think that’s sanitary,” Austin mumbled.

But Will was hardly paying attention. He was looking instead at the raven haired guy running the booth with a smile on his face and a jar in front of him. He was… well gorgeous. His features were sharp, angled, exotic even. His skin was a beautiful olive tone, his eyes dark, ringed with dark lashes, his lips plump, his cheekbones high.

Will was completely swept away.

Suddenly two elbows jabbed into his sides and he yelped, swatting his siblings. “Do you want to stand in line?” Austin asked with a smirk.

A scarlet blush filled Will’s cheeks and he scowled. “No! Of course not! That’s completely unhealthy and… ridiculous.”

“You sure? Because I have five bucks in my jeans. You can either get five pecks or one good make out,” Kayla said.

Blushing furiously, Will walked away, hands deep in his pockets as he mumbled and tried to slow his heart down. His siblings fell into step beside him, laughing at his expense. Will couldn’t help but glance back at the kissing booth which was brightly decorated and had a very decent line.

A darker girl with tight curls surrounding her heart-shaped face and golden eyes sat cross-legged on a chair beside the booth, calling out for people to stand in line. There was a smaller sign under the one that read Kissing Booth which said, “All genders welcome!”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t considering it.

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Size

A/N: So me being 5′2 I kinda have a size!kink and this gif does not help me at all so I kinda had an idea and here ya go! 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: flirting, swearing

Word Count: 750

You clutched the cool metal of Baby as you watched Dean walk towards you. It took all of your self-control to calmly and nonchalantly wait, even when all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and wrap yours legs around his waist – fuck. The jeans he wore today seemed to accent just how tall he really was, sending a delicious thrill down your spine that had you licking your lips. Dean didn’t know about the obsession you had with his tall broad frame, didn’t know that you constantly held back whimpers every time he strode confidently, and how the way his shoulders and arms engulfed you and made you so damn small, was probably the best feeling in the world. So of course, while you’re supposed to be keeping watch, all you could do was stare at your man and imagined all the ways you would climb the hell out of him.

“I guess I was just imagining it or something, there was nothing back there,” he stood beside you, unaware that your breath was caught in your throat and the way you tried so damn hard not to smile. “Wanna get going? We’re still a day out before we meet up with Sam,”

“No wait,” you called out, quickly latching a hand on to his wrist and tugged him towards you. With a raised brow, Dean watched warily as looked down at you. “Let’s just take a break, I’m getting a bit car sick and it’s really nice outside,” With a slight jut of your bottom lip, you knew it was only seconds before Dean would cave and agree with you, however, what you didn’t expect was for Dean to clutch your waist and hoist you up on the hood of Baby. A small groan escaped your lips, immediately grabbing the attention of Dean.

“Now what on earth was that, sweetheart?” With a lick of his perfect pink lips and a calloused hand brushing away the hair from your face, you were done for.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” You couldn’t stop the ever increasing blush, not with the way Dean was smirking at you. Cocky bastard.

“Nope, tell me. I want to know,” Nuzzling his way down to the underside of your jaw, he softly planted kisses on your skin, melting your resistance completely. Dean Winchester knew he had you in the palm of his hand. It took you a few moments before you could even think about forming a coherent sentence, your brain having turned to mush and the overwhelming presence of him not being of any help.

“It’s really stupid,” you breathlessly whined, sounding pitiful in terms of trying to put up a fight against his charm. Dean merely waited, knowing that he’d get it out of you soon enough. “I just… you’re so damn- god this is gonna sound ridiculous. I really really like how big and strong you are,” If you could have died of embarrassment, you would have gladly done so. You’re cheeks felt like they were on fire as you refused to meet Dean’s eyes. The silence from him was mortifying, chastising yourself for revealing such a liking in the first place.

“Explain.”

“God, Dean. You really just love seeing me suffer,” You groaned, “It’s pretty damn self-explanatory. You’re like a freaking giant, with legs that just… and watching you is like watching a freakin’ god walk before you. And don’t even get me started on your arms, or your hands, or your back – fuck. It’s just, you’re so damn big and I really enjoy it all too much, okay?”

“So… you have a size kink?” he grinned widely, feeling all too smug with himself.

“Yes, dammit! You happy? Can we just get on the road please?” You begged, trying to hop off the hood but Dean had you trapped with his legs placed on either side of you. His right hand slowly made its way up to the nape of your neck and gently threaded his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to force you to look up at him.  

“Hey, you don’t need to get embarrassed. It’s really nice knowing my girl still has the hots for me after all these years,”

“I’m glad I could help your ego, babe,”

“Now let me tell you the hundreds of things that drive me wild about you, sweetheart,” he drawled, briefly planting a fierce kiss against your lips that you swore placed you on cloud nine.

puff-chibi  asked:

I can't offer much but.. I wanted to wish Zen a happy birthday. *offers some cake* Have a great day, Zenny!! Keep shining bright. You make us smile everyday. 💞 So..Happy Birthday Zen!

You can’t offer much? What? This is more than my heart can take! Thank you!  Your words are so encouraging and sweet!  Alright! I’ll shine even brighter, just for you!

-Zen

signs as the black girls you’re bound to meet in your life

aries: she can probably beat you in arm wrestling, and while she won’t brag about it without prompting, if you decide you wanna act like you’re the HNIC, she’ll be quick to take you down a peg. your absolute best friend or the worst nightmare of an enemy, like she won’t go all out of her way to fuck with you, but you’ll be fucked with. remembers everything. not exacty the “mom” of the friend group, but lowkey responsible… unless she’s bored. 
taurus: the friend who makes sure you ate and pulls snacks out her bag if you didn’t. always down for a laugh. falls asleep when y’all hang out at the house. not about short-term friendships or relationships, so if you end up in one with her, remember that she can and will cut you off at anytime bc this means like… nothing to her lol like yall are friends but it’s not that srs. loyal until you hurt her then just fades back out your life without a word unless you decide to fix your mouth to ask why, then get ready for an earful. 
gemini: takes screenshots and has all the receipts, so don’t think about lying on her unless you wanna be all the way exposed. her room either looks like a five-star suite or like all the drawers barfed on the bed and chairs (and maybe floor), just depends on what day of the week it is and if anyone’s coming over. dressed to kill. nice until you do something wrong, then don’t know you. has EVERYTHING in her bag. knows all the sales. most likely to slash your tires.
cancer: carl thomas - emotional.mp3. just so many feelings. super nice until she’s SUPER NOT. the actual mom friend if your mom had you at 14 and was growing up with you. like, she’ll hold you when you’re sad, but she’s also down to go hit the club afterward. always watching, like in the beyonce-peeking-through-the-blinds kinda way, she knows everything, she’s just not saying anything. super loyal as long as you return the favor. geniunely surprises you when you find out her kinks. 
leo: highest expectations in the crew besides virgo because… well, have you seen her? have you seen the effort she puts into herself, her career, her life? seriously, like keep up. big softie deep down inside who just wants to be loved and treated like a princess but also worshiped like a queen like, why is this so hard? turns to mush inside if someone she likes is around, but trying to act like they’re no big deal and annoying bc she’s not gonna admit someone has that much hold on her. like things just so, so stop FUCKING with her stuff.
virgo: going to the top and not gonna let anything stop her… but if anything does they’re breathing fire and huffing smoke and being pissy about everything. always has advice and if you don’t take it, it serves you right when shit goes wrong. petty and stands by it. bougie but usually cute about it. probably has an impressive, color-coded day planner or everything scheduled into her phone. biggest betrayal is purposefully getting in her way. 
libra: super cutie who wants everyone to get together and bake a cake full of rainbows (but also somehow an evil genius if need be?). never ask her to pick where y’all are going to eat, because she’ll end up trying to take a vote or something instead of outright picking. always has a crush on/kinda sorta thing with somebody (changes/rotates constantly depending on who’s paying her attention), or the one in a relationship that she’s 149% all about. loud. kinda goofy. same room dichotomy as gemini, ‘cept hers is pillow paradise.  
scorpio: nicest person with the shortest temper, and the worst part is that it SMOLDERS. the living embodiment of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. the friend you go to when you have a bad breakup bc she’ll put you in tight-ass dress, do your makeup, post you on ig to make sure your ex sees, and then take you out on the town to forget everything except how bad-ass you are. gotta check on her periodically cuz she’s not about to let anyone know when she’s suffering (she’s the one who Gets Shit Done, what does she look like asking for help?)
sagittarius: sweetheart with her own agenda. private and you don’t even know it. better justifying/deflecting genius than libra, which is kinda scary, tbh. coordinator extraordinaire, which turns into manipulator extraordinaire unless she’s done some emotional work on herself. lashes out when she’s hurt on some FUCK IT ERRYBODY CAN GET IT type shit but will maintain that she’s unbothered. nice as long as you remain on her good side forever and always. social climber and unashamed about it. 
capricorn: the only one more ambitious than virgo, but not wasting her breath giving out advice lol if you wanna know her secrets to success, you can buy her book when it comes out. doubt her and you’re dead to her. the actual evil fucking genius, like between the fact that her talk game and diplomacy skills are on point and the fact that she refuses to let anyone make a fool of her, just don’t try her. like if you fuck her over and she just stares at you and then smiles and goes “have a nice day” or something, you’re just dead, you’re gonna die. 
aquarius: not about to waste her breath warning you about anything  more than once. good intuition, but doesn’t usually trust it. a little out there, but it makes you smile cuz she’s just a cute-ass weirdo. good luck tryna pin her down buddy lol she knows the biggest resource she has at her fingertips is her life itself and she’s dedicating it to fun, freedom, and the existential greater good. bounces back from everything but doesn’t forget who didn’t help. 
pisces: flower child whose hand you might need to hold sometimes (both to guide and to console). the one who’s not about to jump into the roast session cuz last time y’all hurt her feelings (but she also got in like a REALLY good one that one time, y’all still talk about it). always wants the aux cord cuz she has a song she REALLY wants you to hear. very dreamy about her music. everyone’s favorite baby besides libra. sometimes naive, but in the cutest way bc they truly want to believe that the world is a good place, so she’s really personally hurt over injustices. 

Night Moves (Part 3)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

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Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language

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Bad Idea

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).

Word Count:  3041

Warnings:  Smut and Language

A/N:  This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.

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Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Bad Idea

I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.

I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.  

But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.

Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.

Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.

Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.

He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.

His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”

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The Labyrinth Chapter 36

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.9k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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